A/N: Two posts within days of each other! Shocking, I know! But I had, like before, an urge =) It'll prolly be the last for a while though =\ Hope you like it regardless; reviews are love =)

CHAPTER NINE

As I opened my eyes, I felt someone's breath on my neck and jumped slightly but the arm around my waist tightened and realizing it was Spot, I relaxed into him. We had been spending a lot of time together over the past three weeks and I wasn't exactly surprised that he was in my bed . . . again . . . He kissed my neck and I smiled, turning over. I was met with a 'sleeping' Spot. Smiling, I rested my forehead against his and he pulled me closer. I laughed. "You're not fooling anyone, Spot."

"I'm not trying to," he murmured, kissing my forehead. "I can feel you blush, ya know." The pink rose further in my cheeks and I buried my face into the crook of his neck, feeling him laugh.

"You're annoying," I muttered, trying to roll out of bed but his arm was still around my waist. He shrugged, pulling me closer before kissing me.

"Hey, Royal?" he asked before he left, I turned around, facing him as I brushed my hair.

"Yeah?"

"Will ya, I mean, would ya . . . uhm," as much as I loved to see him struggling, I did want to change and by the looks of it, it would take a while if I didn't hurry things up.

"Out with it, Conlon," this made him smirked.

"Be my girl?"

"Well, first off, I'm not going to be anyone's property, and, secondly, I," but then I realized what he had asked. "Wait, what?"

"Jesus, Kat, don't make me say it again," he muttered, looking at me with those beautiful eyes. I stared at him, setting the brush down but smiled, nodding. "Thank god." He pulled me into his arms once more, kissing me and I couldn't help giggling slightly.

"You're extremely lame, Spot Conlon." He smiled, shrugging.

"It's what I do."

"I'll meet you down there," I smiled back before kissing him lightly and he stroked my cheek lightly before turning out the door. I stood for a second, watching the door before letting out a tiny excited squeal and changed, practically skipping downstairs. I couldn't help feeling giddy. I, well, I really liked Spot.

"Someone's happy," I heard Tyler mutter.

"Uh-huh," I grinned, ruffling his hair. He straightened it out but I laughed. "Lame!"

"Ah, so I'm not the only one?"

"Nope, you aren't," I smiled turning around to see Spot, leaning against the doorframe. "So what're we doing today?"

"I'm selling papes."

"Spot, are we really gonna have this conversation again?" I whined, not in the mood to make anyone angry. Yes, I know, shocking, but Spot and I had been having a really good three weeks. I knew we'd both end up frustrated.

"Royal it's the same answer as yesterday and the day afore that." Okay, so maybe I'd been giving in more than usual. Probably more than I realized.

"But-."

"Kat, c'mon," he sighed, stepping closer, adding so that only I could hear: "I don't want anything to happen to you." I wrinkled my nose, looking into his worried eyes. "Please."

"Fine," I muttered grudgingly.

"Thank you," he mumbled, his lips brushing over mine. Smiling slightly, my arms draped his neck as he pulled me closer.

"Ahem," a voice from behind us coughed loudly. "Brother right here."

"Shut up, Tyler," I muttered, rolling my eyes. He smacked me upside the head but I kicked his butt as a reflex. Turning around, he glared at me but I scowled right back. "You know I'm gonna win."

"Only cause James wouldn't let me do anything."

"Ha, I could beat you, any time; any-omfph," but I was cut off by Spot's lips.

"Now that I could get used to," I heard Tyler mutter and Spot smirked, they had actually become friends over the past weeks, because they were both, as I established before, lame. I was about to go after Tyler once more but Spot grabbed my waist, pulling me flush against him.

"Ya act like a five-year-old," he stated by my ear but I was too determined to react.

"And you don't," I muttered sarcastically.

"Both of them do, get used to it," a grumpy James grumbled, thumping past. I felt Spot tense up.

"He's not a morning person," I assured him. They didn't really get along as well as Spot did with Tyler. Not to say James didn't get along with people. He liked Jack and Kid Blink and Boots and those guys but he didn't like Spot. Of course, punching him probably wasn't the best way to get on his good side. As we walked into the other room, Les grabbed my hand, and dragged me over to where his brother and Tyler were sitting. I was about to sit next to Tyler but Spot beat me to it. "You're mean!"

"No I ain't," he laughed, pulling me onto his lap. I felt my cheeks flush slightly and heard Tyler cackle. Glaring at him, I kicked his knee but when he was about to react, Spot pulled me closer, making Tyler's shoe fly off and hit Jack in the face. Laughing, I leant against Spot and yawned slightly. He smiled, glancing down at me before looking at the cards he was holding.

"That's a good hand," I whispered in his ear and I swore I felt him shiver. Smiling, I kissed his neck subtly and he let out a shaky breath.

"Katerina," he muttered warningly before I kissed him again. This time, he inhaled sharply, but covered it up by adjusting his sitting position. Tyler, Jack, and David grinned, raising their bets as I kissed behind his ear again. I saw a flash in his eyes and smirked, resting my head in the crook of his neck, my work done. The boys lay their hands down and Spot grinned. "Looks like I win, boys."

"You're kidding me!" Jack muttered, dejectedly, raking his hand through his hair.

"Now if you'll excuse me," he smirked, picking me up bridal style with ease, "I've got to talk to Royal." I smiled, shaking my head as I laughed but when he set me down, I realized I was trapped between him and a wall. "You did that on purpose."

"Yes, I believe did," I grinned, wrapping my arms around his neck. He smirked down at me, brushing his lips against mine but when he broke away, he traveled down my neck. Leaning my head against the wall, I tried, but failed, to hold in a soft moan, which only made him smirk.

"You're sneaky," he breathed into my ear, making me gasp lightly. He bit my ear and I pulled him closer, feeling my breath going uneven. Pulling up my leg, his hand clasped the clothe covering my lower back and I wrapped the limb around him.

"Spot," I moaned before he kissed my lips again, untucking my shirt, he placed his hand on the small of my back, pushing his hips against mine. I broke contact, leaning my head against the wall again, but leaving my neck open.

"Ahem," a voice growled. I didn't open my eyes, I couldn't; I was trying to catch my breath. What the hell? "Get your hands off my sister."

"She's my girl," Spot stated, equally annoyed but I blocked out the voices as best I could, my eyes still closed. Suddenly, a cold breeze flew over me body and I realized that Spot had left me against the wall. Before I could do anything, James punched Spot and I had to practically jump on Spot's back to stop him from reacting.

"You guys act like four year olds," I screamed, annoyed they couldn't get along, as I stepped between them. "James, he's my boyfriend, get over yourself and Spot, c'mon he's my brother!"

"I didn't do anything," Spot defended lamely but the glare towards James wasn't helping any.

"Yet," I added annoyed, causing his eyes to snap to mine. "You know what, I'm not talking to either of you until you try to get along." Spot grabbed my waist as I was about to walk away but I smacked his hand away.

"I'd leave her alone," James muttered, nodding towards me. "Last guy she gave that look to, it wasn't pretty." Spot glared at him, but my glare sharpened.

"I am not talking to you!" I screamed, my accent flaring, before storming off, making Spot groan. Smirking, I shook my head at their childishness but practically walked into Tyler.

"What happened?" he asked, mirroring my smirk for god knows what reason.

"James and Spot are being stupid, so I'm ignoring them both," I nodded. Tyler laughed, shaking his head but I smiled. "I'm a genius."

"You wont be able to do it," he stated, causing my eyebrows to furrow in confusion.

"Why not?"

"Cause you wont, you can't hold a grudge to save your life," he reminded me.

"I resent that," I said defensively but he simply grinned.

"Well, it's the truth," he laughed, ruffling my hair.

"I really dislike you." He rolled his eyes.

"Course you do."

"I'm not talking to you either," I informed him but he cackled.

"Have fun with that."

"Uhg! I hate you!" I yelled, storming out of the room. People had very little faith in me.