Author note: Ha, I just realized that I forgot to add what happens in the next chapter on the last one. Hehe, sorry! I really am sorry…maybe. But how would you know? I am a pathological liar…actually, you have my sister to thank for that…stupid sister (Love ya Sam!). Anyways, thanks for the reviews…even if I didn't get a lot…Yeah…you know who you are!

Spot stared at me with apologetic eyes.

"I forgot," he said. I shrugged,

"It's okay. Nothing special, right?" I walked past Spot and into the room. Spot followed,

"Sage…I really am sorry," Spot said.

"Don't be," I told him. I walked over to the bed and pulled the sheets down.

"But Sage-"

"Will you just drop it?" I yelled. Spot flinched, but I saw anger in his eyes.

"Well the least youse could do is say thanks for throwin ya a party!" Spot yelled back.

"Well maybe I didn't want a party!"

"Then I wouldn't have went through hell jus' ta throw youse one if I knew youse wouldn't appreciate it!" Spot glared at me as his chest rose and fell rapidly.

"Who said I didn't appreciate it? Just because I didn't want a party doesn't mean I didn't appreciate it!"

"Youse don't appreciate a damn thing I do," Spot said through clenched teeth. I stopped what I was doing and stared at Spot like he just told me he hated me.

"I think it's the other way around, Spot Conlon, because I appreciate everything you do." I then walked swiftly past Spot and opened the door.

"Where are youse goin?" Spot asked angrily.

"To sleep in my room away from you!" I yelled. I then stormed downstairs and listened as Spot proceeded to yell:

"Fine! Not as if I like sleepin with youse anyway!" He then slammed the door. I walked into my room, but didn't slam the door.

Instead, I closed it gently and leaned my back against the door and slid down to the floor. I wiped at the tears in my eyes.

I laid in my bed, which was pressed up against the wall. The window was right beside my head, and I watched the rain fall. Everything was falling to pieces, and I felt lonelier each and every second.

Tears rolled down to my pillow, as I felt unprotected. I looked over my shoulder, and cried even more when I noticed Spot wasn't there.

Stupid Spot, he always ruined things. Spot – the dog, who was sitting in the chair in the corner, jumped up onto the bed and curled up beside me.

I awoke the next morning when I felt Spot jump off the bed. He barked a few times, causing me to sit up in bed.

"Shh, you're going to wake everyone," I told him as I swung my legs over the side and stood up. I stretched as I grabbed some clothes and walked out into the silent hallway. I quietly washed up and changed.

I quickly ate some breakfast, and I felt my heart sink when I remembered how Chance loved to eat apples in the morning. I fed Spot something to eat and watched him for awhile.

I felt lonely for some reason. I looked down at the promise ring on my finger and sighed deeply. Spot just had to get angry.

"I need to give you a different name," I said to the dog as I sat on the couch. "How 'bout…Cookie…since you look like a cookie." The puppy barked and jumped up beside me, resting his head on my lap.

I ran my hand gently over Cookie's head, and smiled to myself. I closed my eyes and listened as the boys upstairs awakened to a new day. I listened as Spot's door opened. I heard his footsteps walk from his room to the washroom.

I sighed deeply and picked up the book I was reading yesterday. I turned back to the page that I was on and began again.

"Hey Sage," Dice interrupted me from my reading.

"Hey," I said, trying to block out all sounds. Dice chuckled and pulled the cap onto his head.

"Spot ain't happy dis mornin," he said. I shrugged,

"Who cares?" Dice gave me an odd look but shrugged it off as he walked into the kitchen. I wasn't planning on selling papes today, so I decided that I'd stay here and relax.

I was really getting into the book when a certain boy walked downstairs and into the living room. Spot stopped in his tracks when he saw me. He stared at me for a second and narrowed his eyes.

Racer walked up behind him.

"Hey Spot," she said, giving him one of her whorish smiles. Spot glanced over at me and smirked.

"Hey Racer," he replied. I tore my eyes from the book and furrowed my eyebrows at Spot and Racer. Racer giggled as Spot pushed a strand of hair out of her face.

"Youse is too kind, Spotty wotty," Racer said. She got closer to Spot and licked her lips. Spot grinned and draped his arm over her shoulder, pecking her on the cheek. He sent me a glare as he led her to the kitchen, telling her how amazing her eyes were.

Spot glanced back at me, and I could feel anger and hatred rise in my body. How dare he do this to me! We didn't even break up, so technically he was cheating on me…sort of. He is a disrespectful bastard!

I stood up from the couch and threw my book onto the table. Fine, if he wanted to go and flirt with Racer, then I'll just go outside alone.

I walked to the front door and slammed it behind me. I felt tears streaking down my cheeks. I glanced at the people around me as I walked through the streets alone.

All I'll ever be is alone…why did I think Spot and I could work? It's clear that Spot can't handle a relationship for over a month…stupid bastard!

I wiped at my tears as I found my way to the bridge. I walked to the middle, and looked over the edge.

It looked scary, yet I felt like jumping. Spot's words echoed in my head: "I love you, Sage Matthews."

"Yeah right," I said out loud as I let a rock drop down into the water. Spot didn't know what he wanted…for all I knew, he could love every damn girl in Brooklyn.

I grunted and turned around. I sat down on the side of the bridge and watched as horses rode buy, and people walked.

I sat there for ages; just watching everyone. I felt so damn miserable. Maybe my dreams were just…dreams. That's it; it was just a silly dream. I closed my eyes as tears coursed down my cheeks.

It was probably around three 'O'clock now, but I didn't care.

"Sage!" came a voice from my right. I glanced over and saw Splinter running my way. He was soon bending over in front of me, trying to catch his breath.

"Sage," he breathed. "We've…been lookin for youse…for forever!"

"I don't want to be found," I told him.

"But Spot-"

"Spot wouldn't care if I jumped off this bridge."

"Are youse kiddin me? Spot has his best spies out lookin for youse!" I shrugged,

"That isn't my fault…it's his." Splinter glanced around before taking a seat beside me.

"I saw what he did to ya…da way he flirted with Racer…it wasn't right."

"Spot doesn't know who he wants to be with," I said.

"I think me might have an idea," Splinter said as he took in a deep breath and let it out.

"Go ahead back to the Lodging House…I'll be back in a minute," I told him. Splinter hesitantly obeyed, and I watched his departing figure.

I sighed as I stood to my feet, and took my time as I walked back to the Lodging House. I walked solemnly on the sidewalk, and stood in front of the Lodging House.

"Sage," somebody said from behind me. I turned around and glared at Spot. I then made a move to leave, but Spot grabbed my arm gently.

"Let go of me!" I demanded.

"Listen, Sage-"

"No! I'm tired of listening!" I tried prying my arm from his grasp, but it was no use. I continued to struggle, as Spot stood there, rolling his eyes.

"Sage, I'm sorry!" he said.

"No your not! If you're sorry then you wouldn't have done it! I mean, how childish is it to try and make someone jealous? You didn't have to go so low!"

"I know, but youse don't understand-"

"I understand completely," I said as I stopped struggling. Without warning, rain fell from the sky and beat down upon our heads. It was a downpour, and we were soaked in no time.

"Would youse jus' listen to me?" Spot whispered.

"This isn't going to work out, Spot," I said. I was glad it was raining, because Spot couldn't see my tears.

"We can make it work out," Spot said. I closed my eyes as Spot let go of my arm. "Please don't leave me…"

"I don't forgive you," I told him as I looked away from his eyes. "I'll never forgive you." Spot closed his eyes and stepped closer to me.

"I promise…after da war, everythin will be okay," he said.

"How do you know?" I asked. Spot pressed his forehead to mine, with his eyes still closed.

"Because I'm gonna marry youse…"

Next Chapter: A messenger from Harlem stops by.

Sage doesn't want Spot to go to war with Harlem…he just can't!

Author note: Sorry this is short, but I'm tired! LONG LIVE SPOT AND SAGE!