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Sorry for the wait... and thank you for the reviews! I have been WAY busy lately. Free cookies for everyone! *flings cookies gracefully*

I only had time for a short chapter. I might delete this later. More coming soon!!



Spot sat at his splintering desk and stared at his occupied bed.

'Should I get in there? It's my bed after all, and I am the King of Brooklyn. She can sleep on the floor if she doesn't like it.' He thought sourly. 'Who does this broad think she is?'

Ellie was laying peacefully, her chest rising and falling in a steady, soothing rhythm. Her hair cascaded down her back, copper curls edging her soft face. A lopsided ribbon hung by.

Spot got up slowly, and pulled his chair to the side of the bed. Her arms had an assortment of purple, yellow, and black bruises. Tiny scars etched her arms, as if someone knifed delicate words into her arm. Spot made a mental note to ask her where she got those. Not that she would tell. The woman kept her mouth locked shut when he asked her how she got on the docks.

Ellie stirred. Her eyelashes fluttered a bit, and she let out a small satisfied moan. Emerald eyes met with Sapphire eyes. Shock hit her like a train, causing an earsplitting, bloodcurdling, graceful shriek.

"Calm down, woman!! It's my room!" Spot yelled, quickly getting another scream. "STOP IT!!"

Realization flooded over Ellie. "Oh my gosh Spot, I'm so sorry! It's just… you just…" She stopped.

"Why were you watching me?" her eyebrows raised.

Spot had never been embarrassed before. No one had given him cause to. Every girl he ever laid eyes on swooned like drunken chickens when he spoke to them, not to mention actually look at them. No one had ever cared before. Embarrassment was foreign to Spot.

"You'se were yellin' in your sleep." He said a little too quickly. 'What's a little lie?' he thought.

Ellie smiled a little. She knew very well that she had not been yelling in her sleep. She hadn't had the nightmare. She played along anyway.

"Well, what do you want?" she poked.

Spot felt his temper begin to bubble inside of him. No one disrespected Spot Conlon. Ever.

"You listen to me, Eleanor, 'cuz this is the last time I'se gonna say it. Nobody talks to Spot Conlon like that. Ever. You'se better be grateful that I'm even letting you stay here!"

Tears brimmed up in her sad eyes. "I… I'm sorry. Please don't kick me out."

Spot groaned. He hated when girls did that. Trying to make you feel all guilty like. The worse thing was, that he fell for it, every time.

"Don't you cry now." He said gently. "How's about we do something fun today? Huh?"

Ellie sniffled. "Like what?"

"We's going on a trip, Ellie." Spot smirked, his steel blue eyes glistening.


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-Massie Mae