When Friends are More Than Friends.

Ch. 7

Catwalk

I kicked up the dust and crumpled up papers that littered the sidewalk as I made my way home. The only thing I could think about was Spot. I have never known love. When the lodging house came into view, I could picture Spot, lying on his bunk staring at the wood ceiling. His blonde hair would be in his blue eyes and he wouldn't bother to brush them off. I rubbed my almost visible scars, a reminder of my horrible past before I became a newsie. I could remember Spot helping me bandage up my wounds so they would heal.

As I pushed open the heavy door, I tried to remember my first night in this place I call home. But I couldn't. All I remembered was crying into a freighted Spot's shoulder and him whispering things in my ear. I walked up the creaky old stairs up to the bunkroom. Taylor really needs to fix these stairs. These have been here for like a million years. I thought as I walked into the bunkroom. I look over at Spot's bed and see him looking up at the ceiling, hair in his eyes, and fiddling with his red suspenders.

"What are ya doin' up dare?" I ask standing in the doorway. Spot turned over and looked at me.

"Nothin'" He replied smiling. I laughed and his eyes lit up a little. I walked over to his bunk and put my dirt-covered hand over his. He smiled and put his chin on the wooden bar that prevented him from falling from his bed at night. I looked into his blue eyes and smiled. Before I could stop myself, not that I wanted to, I kissed him. He seemed surprised at first but deepened it. I didn't have to worry about falling off because Spot took his hand from underneath mine and held on to my back.

I let my lips leave his and smiled. His whole face lit up as he hopped off the bed. He landed right next to me and kissed me again. I felt my fingers move though his silky blonde hair as I deepened the kiss. I pulled away, but our foreheads still touched.

"You don't know how long I've been waiting to do that," He told me. I smiled as he kissed me again. Thousands of butterflies came rushing to my stomach and it felt like they were all trying to get out at the same time. Suddenly, Headline, one of the older newsies, walked in. He stood about 5 feet, 9 inches tall and his flaming red hair could never be tamed. He brown eyes grew about 4 times their normal size at the sight he was seeing. Spot and I immediately pulled apart when he entered. He grinned.

"So…you decided to make a move now, Spot," He said. Spot nodded his head, making his hair fall back into his blue eyes. My mouth opened in shock. How long had Spot liked me? Then his words went playing in my head: "You don't know how long I've been waiting to do that," I sat down on my bed with Spot following suit. Soon, the other newsies walked in after a long day of selling. They nodded their heads as they made their ways to their beds to take a nap. I lay my head on Spots shoulder thinking about what had happened today.

Spot kissed me…3 times.

I kissed Spot.

I have a creepy stalker that won't leave me alone.

Everyone knew that Spot liked me.

This was going to be a long night.

Sorry for the shorty. School has started and I have almost no time to write. Headline does not belong to me. He belongs to Gryffindor's Newsie.

Gryffindor's Newsie: Thank you sooooooooooo much. Thank you for the chocolate. It was yummy.

Silky Conlon: Thank you. Don't worry. They do fight. Evil laugh

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Snocone: True…Very true. I got that from Mighty Ducks. Portman says it!

The Pendulam Swings: I think it might be it. If it's full of hott guys singing and dancing…than this is it!

XXSpotsgoilXx: It is? Wow. I didn't know I could write like that.

ElleestJenn: Stupid School. Making miss writing this cool story.

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