Chapter 11

As much as it seemed he loved having people around him, Spot wasn't one for parties. He would much rather be off on his on with his thoughts and his slingshot. But he thought his boys deserved a night off, so he organized a party for his newsies and any others that wanted to join in. He even got Medda to donate the band she uses at her theatre.

He was just walking around and taking in everything that was going on. He was also thinking about Delilah. He'd never show it, especially around her, but he did have feelings for the girl. Strong feelings. He had never met a girl as tough or outspoken as this one. There was just one problem. They could not be in the same room together without fists flying. When she came to Brooklyn the other day with the others, they just spat words out at each other. Not the way to romance a girl.

He was dragged out of his thoughts when he suddenly saw Heather in a corner dancing wildly, not to the beat of the song that was playing at all, with a cup in her hand. He cocked his head and walked over to her.

"Hey Lace," he called out to her as he neared her. "You alright?"

"I'm fine Spotty. Just enjoying the party! Wooooo!" She was close enough that when she talked Spot could smell the alcohol on her breath.

He started laughing. "Nevah thought I'd live ta see da day when Lace was drunk."

"What are you talking about? I'm not some prissy little miss innocent type. I can party." She suddenly got really close to Spot. "And I like to dance," she whispered seductively, or as much as she could, being hammered. She tried to grind on Spot but he backed away.

"I think we needs ta get you outta 'ere," he suggested, taking her drink and setting it down.

"Yeah, let's get out of here," she replied, putting her arms around Spot's neck and leaning in to kiss him. But he dodged out of the way and picked her up bridal style.

Since they were in Brooklyn, Spot decided it was best to bring him back to his Lodge House. All his boys were still at the party so he was able to bring her up to his room with no questions.

He set her down on his bed and walked into the bathroom. He returned with a cup of water. He sat down next to her and handed her the cup. "Drink dis," he told her. "It'll help wid da 'angovah tomorrah."

"I don't need water," she responded, putting the cup on the floor. "I need you." She yanked him by his shoulders so their mouths crashed together. She pulled him back so that she was on her back and he was on top of her. He let this happen for a second until he remembered that she was drunk and, even though he was all for sex, he knew he should not take advantage of her. He also knew he would never end up with Delilah if he slept with her friend. So he quickly pushed him self off her and moved to the other side of the room.

Heather sat up and started to yell at him, "What? Am I that disgusting that even you won't be with me? You don't want me! David doesn't want me! Nobody wants me!"
"David? Do you 'ave a thing for Dave?"

"I'm only in love with him and have been since day one. But it doesn't matter. I'm not good enough for him. He barely notices me. Even though I'm trying to get better for him. I starve myself for him and throw up for him just to make myself prettier."

Spot sprinted over to her. "Wait. You're doing what?"
Tears started to fill Heather's eyes. "I just want him to like me. But why would he ever like the short, ugly, fat girl when he can get any girl he wants. He's perfect and I'm…"

It all made sense to him know. How he never actually saw her eat. And how she always went to the bathroom after a meal. Plus he noticed that she had gotten significantly thinner since he had first met her. Spot wasn't the type to get emotional, but seeing how his friend felt about herself broke his heart.

"Now you listen ta me 'Eathah." He forced her to look at him. "I knows you'se is drunk right now and probably won't remembah any of dis tomorrah, but I'm about ta tell ya da truth. You'se is gorgeous. Yeah, ya short. But, 'ey, so am I. So it ain't a bad thing. And da fat thing? Ya gotta be kiddin' me. You'se is so thin I could break ya in 'alf."

"You're just telling me this to make me feel better."

"You knows I don't lie!"

"Then why doesn't David like me? Or why don't you want me?"
"Well if Dave don't want ya den he's stupid. I know plenty'a guys who'd kill ta 'ave you on dere arm. But wid me, I got plans of me own wid anudda goil."

"Delilah?"
"I'm only admittin' dis cause I knows you won't remembah dis in da mornin'. But yes. Delilah."

"You gotta make a move Spot. She thinks you hate her."

"Nah, she's smartah den dat. But listen, I'll makes a deal wid ya. I'll make a move if you stop wid da starvin' and throwin' up. Deal?" He held out his hand.

She took a long, deep breath then agreed. "Deal." She shook his hand.

"Good, now drink your water and get some sleep. You're gonna feel like shit in da mornin'." She picked up the cup and slowly chugged it.

She laid down on the bed and started to close her eyes. But they shot open when she heard Spot walking away. She grabbed his hand and whispered, "Please stay."

He smiled an actual smile and said, "Sure Lace. I'll stay." He got in bed behind her and pulled the blankets over them. He rubbed her arm soothingly and soon they were both out.

Aw, I love sweet Spot. What do you all think? Tell me in reviews!