Hi everyone! I bet you are all surprised at the fact that a new chapter has come out of me so fast. Well, that's because I've had some time on my hands in which I used to write. Now, without further ado, I shall begin my shout outs and let you good people move onto the story.

coolgrl123 - Tanks! Glad you like it! Yesh, I liked writing that chapter. It was fun!

madmbutterfly713 - Hehe! Hope you like this chapter.

hobbit1400 - See my hobbity friend, I have updated soon! Now, go and read my chapter! I command you to! And hurry up with your next chapter too! pleads Please? Do I have to beg?

RealDramaQueen817 - Course it's good that they are getting closer! Perch would kill me if they didn't! Besides, it wouldn't be a good romance if they hated each other!

Tears in a Bottle - Ha! I ended it there! What are you gonna do bout it, huh? Besides, it was a good place to end. Can't give you guys everything easy now can I? What would be the fun in that? Did I update soon enough for you my dear? Hope you like this one too.

just-your-average - Yay, I thought about having her shove it down his pants, but I didn't want to be too mean to him. Come on, he may be Spot, but no boy deserves that done to him. That would really hurt! Tanks for your confidence in my writing ability. I loved writing that chapter and causing Spot unhappiness! It was fun!

mistymixwolf aka Perch - Glad you liked that scene just as much as I did! i could just see him doing it as I was writing it. Made me smile the whole time!

Chapter Four

After nearly twenty minutes of dodging carts, trolleys, and grumpy venders, Spot halted before an old sandstone building. The architecture was worn from time and weather. Two large colored glass murals of Christ's birth and resurrection were distinct against the gray-yellow stone. The sunbeams glinted of the metal details of the large domed doors. Their polished wood fronts gleamed under the warm sun. They reached out warm arms along with the carefully chiseled out Savior and blessed Mother. The holy pair smiled kindly at the people passing by in the streets. They implored for the hurting, lost, and broken to enter through the heavy doors and find solace and comfort for their souls.

Perch took this all in the few seconds it took Spot to push the big oak doors open. Their footsteps echoed hollowly through the high ceiling hall. Faded red velvet cushions sat on dark walnut pews. Whispered prayers drifted in the air along with the smell of smoke and incense as patrons kneeled before the altar and lit candles for loved ones. An older man stepped from the shadowed wings of the church and walked up to the young couple.

"Good afternoon, Spot." His soft gray eyes smiled at him and Perch.

"G' aftahnoon, Faddah Donavan." Spot gave the priest a courteous nod and smile. "Ken I take her up to da towah?"

Father Donavan nodded and handed him a large key ring. He gave the couple a kind smile before turning to greet another of his parishioners.

"Just lock it up when your done, Spot. Mrs. Flemmings, how are you today?" His soft Irish accent slipped farther away as he led the Mrs. Flemmings to a nearby pew.

Spot grinned at the priest's back before taking Perch's hand and leading her behind the pulpit. A small simple door stood hidden behind it and the communion table. Instantly, Spot found the right key and noiselessly entered through the doorway. They stood in a small room with a flight of stairs spiraling upwards.

"Come on," Spot took her hand again and drew her toward the old, dusty stairs, "it ain't much further."

He led them up, and up, and up, till they came to a door that looked as old as the stairs. Spot carefully turned the handle and opened the door to show a room that was surrounded by huge glass windows. Every way you turned had a different view of Brooklyn.

Perch turned a slow circle, staring at the city she now called home. "Wow! It's bootiful up heah!"

"Yay," Spot's reply was thoughtful, but he wasn't looking at the view. "specially at Christmas time. I loves it up heah." He snapped his gaze away from Perch's face when she turned her eyes toward him in a questioning gaze.

"What? Do I's gots sumptin' on me face?" He grinned and ran a hand over his face searching for any foreign objects.

Perch grinned at his goofy face and laughed before turning back to the window. She gazed out on the city with a pondering look on her face.

"Whatcha tinkin' bout?" Spot asked with a smile.

"Hm? Oh, nuttin'." Her eyes sparkled mischievously in her innocent face.

"Right! An' I's not da king o' Brooklyn!"

"It's nuttin', I swears!"

"Sure. Its sumptin'. Come on, youse ken tell me!"

Perch blushed at her own thoughts and turned to head toward the door. "Come on, we's bettah git back to da lodgin' house. It's getting' late."

Spot glanced at the still sunny afternoon and back at Perch in confusion. "Why? It ain't even getting dark yet." He grabbed her wrist to stop her. "Can't ya please tell me?" He gave her a pleading look.

Smiling, Perch shook her head, "Not now. Latah ok?"

Giving her his best puppy pout, he scuffed his foot against the floor in disappointment. "Oh, ok, but," He grinned impishly at her, "I's not gonna let youse forgit it!"

All Perch could do was shake her head in amazement. She laughed and headed for the door, "Come on Conlon. I tink we's bettah git goin'."