"The moon is a friend for the lonesome to talk to."

"Can one of you get me to Brooklyn please?" I looked at Race and Jack, "I need to be quick because I have to get to work."

"I'll take ya." Race spoke up "A trip ta Brooklyn might not be so bad." He smiled and placed a new cigar in his mouth.

"Thanks…" I walked to the door followed by Race. As we walked down the street, I felt his eyes on me. I looked up at him.

"Jack's right you're to shy, ya know that?" He stopped and stepped in front of me. "Listen' if you ain't gonna talk, I'm gonna make you talk."

"How?" I asked him

"What's ya name?" He asked as we started walking again.

"Um…it's Evelyn?" I see what he's doing…well he wants me to talk.

"What's ya favorite color?"

"Blue" He scrunched up his face. "What? You have something against the color blue?"

He shrugged "Na I just prefer the colorblack myself. What ya do in your spare time?"

"Well, I like to read…"

"Yeah we all know that." He laughed "But ya have to like sumitn else."

"Well…I" What else did I like to do. There are some things like looking through the archives at the museum and well there is singing…but I don't do that often anymore. "I like to sing," I said in a small voice.

"You sing? When will I be able to hear you sing? maybe if ya good i'll take you to see Medda." We were half way over the bridge now and we had both stopped to look over the side.

"Maybe soon…What's the chance of me getting my book without running into Spot?" I turned to Race.

"Well I'll put it like this…If it was a race…I wouldn't bet on the horse" He looked back at me.

"I'm guessing that means I'll see him?" I gave a small laugh.

"Most likely… but Evy he's not that bad of a…" I'm sick of hearing this about Spot, there's not one thing nice I can think of about him.

"I know I know! Not that bad a guy! But how can you say that? You saw what he did last night." I truly hated him…I think. I mean yes I hate him! He probably hates me anyway.

Race looked at me "He was drunk Evy, he didn't think." We started walking again closing in on Brooklyn and Spot Conlon.

"What do I do when I see him?" We reached the end of the bridge and race turned to me and…LAUGHED? HE'S LAUGHING AT ME?

"You like him." He laughed again.

"NO I DO NOT!" I retorted back at race. However, all he did was smile.

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Spot's POV not POB or DOB or even BOD (don't ask)

"Stupid girl. 'Can I have my book back' oh I give you your book…" I talked to myself as I walked to my room.

"I didn't ask you for a book." someone said from my room. I opened my door to see someone sitting on my bed.

"Hey Shortstuff. I thought I told you never to come in my room. 'Member what happened last time?" I could tell she did by the look of disgust in her face.

"I saw more of my brother then I ever wanted to see." I just laughed at her. "I'm still trying to forget about that." I laid down on my bed next to Shortstuff and opened the book. History of the pyramids VOL.5. Who reads stuff like this?

"She's as much of a nerd as Davie." I mumbled to myself.

"Who?" Shortie asked.

"This girl…"

"What's her name?"

"Um…I…think its Evy…" I didn't want to make it seem like I was interested in her. Sure, I told Jacky-boy that I had maybe felt a little something for her, but this is my sister and she doesn't need anything about my personal life.

"She's like Davie?"

"Well, yeah she uses some damn big words." Shortie chuckled at this.

"What's she like? If she's anything like Davie, she must be smart. " This one was easy. Evy has to be the smartest girl I've ever meet.

"She's very smart, and quite…very quite." She popped up a bit in excitement. I don't know why she finds my life so fun to hear.

"So you've talked to her then?"

"Well kinda I…"

"You're scared to talk to her? You're intimidated by her shyness. So you don't know what to say to her! AWWWW you like her! That's so sweet." She had that 'I figured you out' look on her face. She actually had some of it right. I didn't know what to say to her. "Is she pretty? I mean compared to you last girl you got in bed…who was she…Angel? She was fucking ugly!" surprisingly, when I think back to it, my first thought with Evy was not to get her in bad, which is my usual mission with girls. I must be sick…this is all that stupid know-it-all's fault.

"Angel was ugly, but she had nice boobs. Envy's 100 times more pretty then her." I can't believe I just said that. Well it's not like I'm lying. I just cannot believe I said it out loud. I looked at Shortie and for some stupid reason she was beaming. "What?" she looked so damn proud of herself.

"See Evy, I told yeah he thought you were pretty." I spun to face the doorway, there stood Race, not a problem with me, but it was Evy behind him that made me want to punch my sister.