"Evelyn.. My, my, my, you haven't changed a bit." my heart felt like heavy rocks was pushing it down. That familiar lump in my throat appeared and i couldn't even bare to see his face anymore, it hurt too much.

I didn't know what do or say, and it was to quick, before i knew it, my hand had met his cheek, giving me only mere seconds to take in his appearance. He looked older now, the same, but older. And much taller. He still held that gleam in his eyes that i always admired.

I loved him. Loved. I mean the kind of love where i would die for his sake. Brandon.

I turned, my hair swaying and hitting his face, i ran toward Spot. I didn't know what to do because soon after Brandon had followed me. He grabbed my shoulder, but i had already grabbed onto Spot's hand, pleading him with my eyes. Though, i didn't know exactly what i was pleading him for.

He looked seriously at the tall brown haired boy behind me. His light sparkly brown eyes probably fixated on Spot. They actually were about the same height, but i knew that if Brandon messed with Spot, he would probably hurt Brandon badly. So badly, that i didn't want to think about it.

I didn't have time, so i did what i thought would definitely trigger something in Brandon. Maybe it would make him go away. I roughly pulled Spot close to me, closing the huge gap between us. There was a short pause, where Spot and i just looked at each other in the eyes longingly.

But soon, it was like Spot got what i needed and tightened his grip around my waist and i, around his neck.

We kissed.

A kiss so passionate that surprised me more then ever. I didn't know what surprised me more, that Spot was a good kisser, or that Spot and i were kissing.

Well, i guess i shouldn't have been that surprised that he was a good kisser because he had his... big share in kissing. Our hot tongues intertwined with one another and i could taste the faint alcohol on his breath.

Quickly, we started heavily breathing, me, not caring if Brandon was still there or not. And Spot, well i don't know about him. But i know know one thing for sure. He was enjoying every second of my hot lips on his.

Now, it was really hard for me to pull apart because it felt... nice. But, i fought the temptation and pulled apart. And then i realized that there were people all around us. One problem i totally forgot. The Manhattan newsies were still playing poker with Racetrack, not paying us any attention.

If i were to ask if anyone saw us, they'd probably say no since everyone was so caught up in getting drunk and having a good time. I bit my lip, staring in Spot's eyes. He didn't look that fazed, it took awhile, but he finally gave me his famous smirk, but i just shied away from him.

My whole body felt warm inside, i felt.. Weird. "Evelyn.." i widened my eyes at Spot and spun around at the all too familiar voice that i thought had long gone. "Brandon.."

I stared, fixated at his brown eyes that could capture mine all the time. "I.." i couldn't think of what to say, we didn't really.. How should i say it? Break up? We didn't really break up, he just kind of.. Left.

Thankfully Spot saved me with his loud mouth. "Whose are you'se?" he asked, intimidating now. I let out a breath i didn't know i was holding in. I couldn't think of what to say or do so i just stood there, awestruck.

The two stared at each other, looking like they wanted to kill the other, which frightened me to death. After a couple seconds, i felt a strong hand grab my arm, pulling me toward him. Spot had watched every move like he looked about ready to literally stab him.

By now, the Manhattaner's were stirring, standing up one by one, the Brooklyn newsies coming through from the crowd out of nowhere. And i was in the arms of Brandon.

I pulled back from him, but that just made his grip tighter, making me wince. His grip was tighter than Spot's, though i knew Spot only used partial of his strength when he grabbed me.

I kept struggling, then finally, after the longest time, i yelled "GET YOUR HANDS OFF ME!" which surprised both him and Spot because they were staring so intensely at each other. And i seriously did not care at all. I wanted to rip his head off for touching me like that.

"Brandon, are you stupid?" that startled him even more. He probably has never seen me yell at all, unlike Spot, he hears me every day. "Do you understand how much it hurt when you left me like that?" my voice was shaking, and i could feel the tears well up in my eyes.

"My heart broke into a million pieces, and you know who had to pick it up all these years? I did. Every miserable day. And you know what? I'm still picking up the damn pieces. Listen, you may think that just because you show your face here that i'll take you back, because that's never going to happen, ever again." i swallowed back my tears, knowing i was a big girl.

"So tell me, why? Why did you leave? What did i do?" i was breathing hard now, holding back tears takes a lot of effort. I put a hand through my hair, frustrated.

Brandon just stood there, speechless. After a long pregnant pause of no talking besides the loud chatter of the newsies all over, i said "Okay. If you don't have a straight up answer for me, then you may leave. Come back when you know what you want." I pointed toward the door but he still didn't move. "Fine, if you don't leave, i will,"

I hesitated before saying "Like you left me." i walked outside into the cool open air, letting out a sigh. I felt like i would break down again, but it felt good, telling him how i felt after all these years.

I walked a little before i completely broke. Spot had just arrived when i threw myself in his arms and took a minute, but he held me tightly while i cried and cried my eyes out until i couldn't anymore.

We just kind of stood there in the cool Manhattan air, intertwined with each other, keeping warm.