Author note: My computer is acting up and wouldn't let me type up this chapter, so I'm going to do it on this laptop…I shall triumph over evil! HAHAHAHA!

I woke up to find myself pressed up against Spot's body. My eyes were shielded from the sun's light, in which I was gratefully thankful for.

I lifted my head to peer up at Spot. His eyes were closed, and he was breathing lightly. Spot's words played in my head, which caused my heart to pound wildly against my chest.

Never in my life has anyone ever told me they loved me. Except my parents, that is.

I closed my eyes briefly, trying to soak in every second of my time with Spot. A soft knock came upon the door. I closed my eyes tighter, willing them to go away. But the knocking never stopped. I groaned as the door opened, and I heard footsteps against the floor.

"Spot," came a male's voice. "Spot, wake up." The person shook Spot's body, and then noticed me. "Sage," they whispered.

"What?" I asked in an irritated voice. I opened my eyes and stared up at Spark.

"Get Spot up, we's got some trouble downstairs." I listened as Spark left. I sighed and shook Spot slightly. Oh yeah, that won't wake him. I leaned up and kissed Spot lightly on the lips, and then pulled away.

Spot stirred and opened his eyes, staring down at me.

"Good morning sleeping beauty," I said, grinning. Spot smirked. "Spark needs you downstairs."

"For what?" Spot asked, scooting closer to me and tightening his grip on me slightly.

"Don't know. He says there's trouble downstairs."

"Mmhmm," Spot said as he closed his eyes. I sighed and shook his shoulder,

"Come one Spot," I said. "You have to wake up."

"I don't wanna," Spot whined. I got out of Spot's grasp and got to my feet. I ran my fingers through my hair to fix it.

"Get up, Conlon," I said, placing my hands on my hips. A smile played across Spot's lips as he pulled the sheets over his head.

"No," he said. I groaned and pulled on the sheets.

"Come on, Spot. You act like a five year old." I heard Spot chuckle as he pulled the sheets off of him and grabbed me by the waist, pulling me back onto the bed.

"Sorry ta destroy yer fun, but I'm eighteen."

"Then act it," I said. Spot grinned and pressed his lips lightly to mine.

We broke apart when a pounding came upon the door.

"C'mon, Spot! We's got business downstairs," Spark shouted on the other side. Spot groaned and laid his head down on my chest.

"Go away!" he screamed back. I smiled and played with Spot's hair. He closed his eyes as Spark pounded once more on the door.

"You better go," I said. Spot sighed and pushed himself off the bed. I got up too as he quickly changed and we headed downstairs.

"What do ya want?" Spot asked as he approached Spark. Spark pointed in the living room. Spot and I looked to find two Harlem boys, tied up.

"Oh my God," I said. Spot narrowed his eyes as he walked into the living room.

"Where did dey come from?" he asked.

"Dey were near da docks dis mornin." Spot crossed his arms over his chest.

"What business do youse have here?" he asked the boys.

"Lance sent us!" one of them blurted out, frightened for his life.

"Shut up!" the other said.

"What does Lance want?" Spot asked. The frightened one screamed,

"He was gonna kidnap yer goil!" I stepped back and gulped. Spot clenched his fist,

"Well youse tell Lance dat he's gotta go through me if he wants ta get 'er!"

Spot and the others sent me out of the room. I guessed they were going to "soak" them, and didn't want me to watch.

I decided that I'd wash up since there wasn't much for me to do.

After I had finished and got dressed, I walked into the girl's room. They were all still asleep.

"Come on girls, wake up, wake up!" I said in a loud voice. I got a few groans, and one even fell out of her bed. I laughed and made sure everyone was up before leaving.

Spot walked down the steps, grinning.

"Are ya ready?" he asked. I shrugged,

"I guess." Spot and I walked out into Brooklyn, and right when we were about to buy our papes, a voice stopped us.

"Hey Sage, Spot, wait!" We turned around, and I grinned at Jack.

"Hey Jack," I said. Jack seemed to be out of breath as he bent over to catch it.

"I gotta talk to ya," he breathed. "We's gotta go back to Manhattan."

"Why?" Spot asked.

"'Cause Medda is gettin married!"

"So why do we have to go to Manhattan?" I asked.

"'Cause youse is in tha weddin." Spot and I gave each other weird glances.

"Who is she marrying?" I asked.

"Chris Smith," Jack said.

"Really? Dey is finally getting married?" Spot asked.

"Wait, who is Chris?" I asked.

"Oh, Chris is da guy Medda has been seein. Dey is finally getting married!" I blinked a few times, wondering why Medda would want me in the wedding. I shrugged it off as Spot and I followed Jack back to Manhattan.

"Youse see, Medda wants youse, Scout, Poet, some woman I don't know, and someone else I don't know, to be bridesmaids. Chris wants me, Spot, David, Mush and Blink ta be da men things." I laughed,

"Their called groomsmen," I corrected him. Jack shrugged as we walked over the bridge. Spot sighed in frustration,

"Why do we's need ta go ova to Manhattan now?" he asked.

"'Cause we need ta get fitted for our…uh, clothes." I laughed again, excited about the idea of a wedding. Spot rolled his eyes as we walked into Manhattan.

I grinned as I saw Scout, and immediately hugged her. She was standing beside Medda, and the others, outside of a Boutique. Poet was there too, and I wondered when she got here.

There was a man standing beside Medda. He had sandy blonde hair and deep blue eyes. Spot crossed his arms over his chest.

"I don't wanna wear a tux," he muttered. I laughed and watched as Chris led the boys inside to get fitted for their tuxes.

"Now while they're in there, we need to go look for a wedding dress!" Medda said, grinning. Scout introduced me to the other two girls, who were Claire and Marisa. Claire had long, straight brown hair, and Marisa had curly brown hair.

Medda led us over to another shop full of wedding gowns. We walked in and were greeted by a sweet elderly woman.

"Ah, Ms. Larkson. How do you do?" she asked Medda.

"I am quite fine, Gabriella."

"So, what is it that you are looking for?" Gabriella asked. Medda squinted.

"Let's see, I want something that fits my personality," she said. "Something exquisite."

"Ah, we have a variety of selection. Come, come." Gabriella led us over the wedding dress section. "Let's see. We have one with roses, one with lilies, and plain ones." Medda grinned as she searched through the dresses. Scout scrunched up her nose,

"I don't like dresses," she said.

"Oh come on, they aren't that bad. I mean, would you ever dream of getting married in your newsy clothes?"

"Never," Scout laughed. "Oh I could only imagine me doin dat."

"What do you think of this one, girls?" Medda asked, holding up one of the dresses. It was a peachy kind of white, and had roses bordering the bottom. The sleeves were short and sort of frilly, with roses circling it.

"Aw, it's beautiful, Medda!" Claire exclaimed, rubbing her fingers on the silk. I grinned,

"Yeah, it fits your personality."

"Why thank you, Sage," Medda said, grinning. "Now we must find the perfect bridesmaids dresses."

It didn't take Medda long to spot the pink bridesmaid dress sitting near the back. It had thin straps hanging over the shoulders, and flowed gracefully to the floor. It was very beautiful.

"Pink?" Scout nearly screamed.

"Oh hush up, Britton," Medda teased. "It matches your hair." Scout pouted,

"Why pink?" Medda called Gabriella over, and she and some other woman began to measure us.

It was very boring, but I dealt with it.

"When is the wedding, Medda?" I asked. Medda bit her lip,

"This weekend…" My eyes grew wide. Wow, she really wanted to rush in this thing, didn't she? "Now, let's see. My made-of-honor is going to be Scout, and then comes Sage, and then there's Poet, Claire, and Marisa."

"What about for Chris?" Claire asked, grinning.

"Ah, on Chris' side it'll be Jack, Spot, David, Blink, and then Mush."

"Wait, what about Racetrack?" I asked.

"He's walking me down the isle!" Medda said, her eyes dancing with amusement.

"Which one am I walking with? Is it that boy with the cane?" Claire asked, sighing dreamily. Scout and I sent Claire and icy glare.

"No, I want to walk down the isle with him!" Marisa fought back.

"No, I said it first!" Claire challenged her.

"Ladies, please calm down. Spot is walking with Sage," Medda said. Claire and Marisa switched their glares to me.

"Why does she get to walk with him?" Claire asked, eyeing me up and down. I crossed my arms over my chest and looked her in the eye.

"Because he's my man," I said. Claire shut her mouth and looked away.

"Way ta show 'em, Sage," Scout patted my back. I smiled as we left the small shop, the woman promising to have the dresses done before the weekend.

We saw the boys gathered around outside. I saw Spot and Jack talking, probably about what happened this morning with the two Harlem boys.

I quickly ran over to Spot and hugged him. Spot chuckled and hugged me back, kissing my cheek.

"Man I hate pink," Scout whined. I grinned,

"Medda seems to love it, though."

"Yep, Medda adores pink," Jack said, draping his arm over Scout's shoulder.

"Hey guys," Mush said, walking up. "And ladies."

"Heya Mush," Scout greeted him.

"I hoid 'bout Harlem," Mush said, looking at Spot. Spot nodded, already knowing what Mush was about to ask.

I watched as Medda hugged Chris, and turned around to give a speech.

"Well, since Chris and I are making you be in the wedding, then we are going to take you out to lunch!" she said. Everyone who cared cheered as we followed Medda and Chris to Tibby's.

I walked at Spot's side, holding on tightly to his hand. I didn't want Claire or Marisa snatching him away from me.

We all walked into Tibby's and sat at the reserved tables. Spot, Scout, Jack and I sat down at a table for four, and watched as Blink, Mush, David and Race pushed a table beside ours. I then noticed Les. He was so short I didn't even see him earlier. He was probably ring bearer. And the cute little girl beside him must be the flower girl.

I smiled as I began to imagine my own wedding. Instead of seeing that old familiar image of me standing beside a wealthy man, I saw myself standing beside of Spot.

I saw Scout as my maid-of-honor, and I suppose Jack would be Spot's best man.

Spot looked at me and noticed my smile.

"What're youse so happy 'bout, Matthews?" he whispered, his face merely inches from mine.

"Oh nothing," I lied, grinning lightly. Spot grinned back and kissed my lips shortly.

A waiter soon came by and took our orders. I could see Claire and Marisa staring at Spot from the corner of my eye, and I held in the urge to stomp on them.

"So Sage, when is yers and Spot's weddin?" Scout joked, grinning. I looked down at the table, trying not to blush. Spot noticed the awkwardness.

"Not as soon as yers and Kelly's," he said. Scout's grin widened,

"Oh come on, dontcha wanna marry 'er, Spot?" Yeah right, why would Spot want to marry me? Oh yeah, my dream…but it was only a dream, right?

"'Course I wanna marry 'er," Spot said truthfully, catching me off guard. I didn't think he'd actually admit to it!

"Hey, I wanted ta marry Sage!" Mush said, pouting. I smiled,

"We can still get married," I told him. "Just don't tell Spot." Everyone laughed as the waiter came back with our food and we all dug in.

Next Chapter: The wedding is coming, the wedding is coming…It's here!

Author note: Well, I hope you've enjoyed this chapter! LONG LIVE SPOT AND SAGE!