Another one of my favorite chapters! This isn't going to be huge or very long, I'm more focused on what happens at night, which I had meant to put in… chapter six? Seven? One of those chapters, but I had forgotten all about it! And, I wish to establish the ginormous love/hate relationship Delia and Spot have, since I've been enjoying myself with all the lovey dovey stuff! So here it is, enjoy, my lovely crowd!

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Spot Conlon 1882 to… 2009? Chapter Eight, Just Another Day with… Her…

Spot's POV

July 5th, 2009

This time, Spot awoke late in the day; around 11:00 in the morning, which was quite unusual for him, seeing as he'd always waken around 8:00. But waking up this morning, Spot was greeted by an interesting… position. He was a… pillow. Delia's left cheek was pressed against his shirtless pale chest, her arm draped across his stomach. His own arm was around her shoulders. Her beautiful blond hair with brown streaks was tickling his chest and neck, making him smirk lightly to himself. There she was again… with him, of course. She was very beau-

NO.

SHE IS NOT BEAUTIFUL AND YOU ARE NOT IN LOVE!!!

His mind screamed to him, but he didn't pull away. He didn't want to listen to his brain. He wanted to listen to his feelings, and his feeling told him to stay. To protect her. To…

She shifted lightly in her slumber, her lips brushing his ribs, making his skin tingle under her touch.

He closed his eyes, his arm tightening around her. Protection. He would always be there to protect her.

He felt her yawn and his arm slid from her shoulders and lay at her side. She was waking up and he wasn't exactly sure how'd she react to this.

Her face lifted from his skin, leaving his skin begging for her to stay. Her arm disappeared from his stomach and he felt her leave the bed and walk out of the room.

He quickly opened his eyes to see her arrive back in the room.

"Oh, sorry. Did I wake you up?" She asked, stopping in her tracks. This morning she was wearing an overly large white t-shirt that said;

Team Jacob

Who's afraid

of the big, bad

Wolf?

And shiny black soccer shorts.

Delia's eyes strayed to his white chest, making them widen slightly. He too glanced down to see a red splotch on his pale chest where Delia's cheek had been moments before.

"I am so sorry..." Delia mumbled quietly, taking her eyes off his chest and to his eyes.

Spot sat up, cracking his back in process; making Delia wince.

"How do ya know you did dat?" Spot asked with a smirk as he stood up off the bed, standing right in front of Delia, his gray blue eyes searching her river blue ones.

"I... I'm sorry...." Delia muttered, her eyes staring down at the ground.

"Dat's ok." Spot answerd softly.

"No, stop lying. You read what I put in my Diary and now you must think that-"

But Spot's left hand slipped over her mouth and he bent his head down, his left cheek brushed her right one as his mouth went to Delia's ear.

She could feel his hot breath against her neck and ear and could've just bit his hand.

"I said i's ok." He whispered in her ear, making her spine shiver, "In time, you'll find out why..."

Delia's eyes closed as he pulled his hand away, her breath coming out in short chocked gasps. Spot leaned his head back, but left his forehead against Delia's. His hand traveled down from her mouth to her should and he paused on her elbow, holding her firmly.

His right hand came up and brushed her bangs from her eyes, that hand resting on her cheek.

Her eyes shot opened and stared into his, confusion ringing through her mind.

Spot almost leaned down, but a firm hand squeezed its way between Delia and Spot and pushed her back.

She, being off guard and in a trance, was flung backward into her closet, hitting her head and letting out a sharp yip of pain.

Spot grabbed the hand and gripped it tightly, noticing who it was; Ian.

"What were you doing to my sister?" Ian snarled, ripping his hand from Spot's grip.

Spot ignored Ian and went to Delia, who sat on the ground, her back against the wall and her hand on the back of her hand. Her blue eyes glared up at Ian, tears leaking from the sides of her eyes.

Spot grabbed her free arm and side, picking her up gently and whispering to her, "Are youse awright?"

Ian pushed his way between Spot and Delia again, pushing Delia back into the door.

"Ian would you stop!?! That hurt!" Delia snarled, holding her head, which had gotten hit by the door again. Tears were streaming down her cheeks freely now; by anger or pain, Spot didn't know.

"No! I will not stop! Not while he's... touching you like that!" Ian turned and hissed to Delia, his sky blue eyes blazing.

Spot pushed his way passed Ian and helped Delia up again, holding her to him.

"Would ya jus go? She's foine wit me, got it? I kept her safe at da movie wit Cameron and Jordan. I can keep 'er safe heah, too. I won't hoit Dilya, Ian. Youse of all people shuld know dat." Spot told him calmly, his arms wrapped tightly around Delia's waist.

Ian blinked coldly at Spot for a moment before he pushed passed the both of them and out the door.

Taking Delia along with him, Spot closed the door and then picked her up, taking her to the bed and laying her down.

"Youse shuld lay down foah a bit; ya hit'cha head pretty ha'd." Spot told her, taking his eyes from her and looking at the sheets.

"What did you mean when you were talking to Ian?" Delia asked, holding her hand to her head.

"Nutin' dat you shuld be worryin' 'bout, Dilya." Spot told her, brushing her bangs from her face.

Once again, Spot looked away from her, sitting beside her on the bed.

"Spot?" Delia asked quietly.

Spot looked to those eyes again, his filled with sympathy.

"Do... do you love me?" She asked softly, staring up at him with careful eyes.

Spot opened her mouth to answer her, but he closed it.

Spot leaned his face down to her and rested his lips against her forehead for a second before pulling back.

"I really do't know." He answered, and it was true. His mind said one thing while his feelings said another.

"Delia! Go do your music!" Delia's mother called from another room.

Delia rolled her eyes while Spot smirked down at her.

"Finally, I'll git ta heah ya play!" He said, standing up and pulling Delia up slowly.

"Ha, no way! I don't want you to hear me play." Delia muttered darkly.

"Please? Come on, wut's wrong wit hearin' ya play?"

"Nothing, I just don't want you to." Delia hissed, pulling from him.

Spot hands remained locked on Delia's arms.

"Please, Dilya?"

"No, Spot! I hate this and I don't want anyone to hear me play!" She hissed, trying to pull away.

"Dilya, i's ju-"

Delia whiped around, pulling her arms from his grasp.

"I. Said. NO." Delia snarled before stalking out of the room, "You know how to piss me off Conlon!"

The day had passed uneventful; sitting around with nothing to do. Delia had ignored Spot most of the day, after he begged to hear her play.

So now they both lay in bed; Spot laying on his back, staring at the top of the bed, and Delia lay plastered to the edge of the bed.

Neither was sleeping and were unable to find sleep for a long while.

Finally, after about an hour of silence, Spot invited sleep to take him over. He closed his eyes and yawned.

Right before falling to sleep, he felt the bed shift and covers hit his bare chest.

Keeping one eye closed, he watched Delia crawl out of the bed and leave the room, closing the door behind her.

Spot waited a couple of minutes before he too crawled out of the bed and silently went to the door.

He opened it a crack, making sure Delia wasn't there, and came out.

Both bathrooms were open and everyone but Delia and Spot were asleep, so he wandered down the hall way, making his steps light and soundless.

No one was in the dining room or kitchen, so that only left one place; the living room.

But then he heard it: beautiful notes dancing their way from the living room and to his ears.

The wooden door was open and he peeked through to see Delia sitting at the piano.

The music made hit heart beat faster with every note. The sound was amazing.

Carefully, he snuck around the couch to stand a few feet behind her.

He listened to the music with a critics ear and... found nothing wrong with the notes. They all flowed from the piano and sang a song, told a story.

Once the last note was played, Delia let out a long breath, smiling to herself.

Spot leaned down, his mouth right by her ear.

"Dat was very beautiful." He whispered.

Delia, who hadn't heard or seen Spot, swung around, hitting him in the jaw with her right fist.

Spot, being surprised, stumbled back, holding his hand to his jaw. That had... hurt.

"Oh God, I'm so sorry! You just surprised me!" Delia whispered, her eyes widening as she stood from the piano bench.

"Na.... dat's ok. It only hoit a little bit." Spot teased, coming to Delia's side to look at the piano, "Dat really was good, ya know. Youse shuld be pwowd of yoahself."

"You really think so?" Delia asked, looking at him with a confused look on her face.

"Of coise." Spot said, smiling down at her.

Delia slid into his arms, hugging him tightly.

"Thank you, Spot."

He hugged her back, his face buried in her hair.

"Na... tank you." Spot whispered to her, but she had already fallen to sleep in his arms.

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There you go, just a fluffy little chapter before I leave! And yes, I actually play the paino! If you want to hear the song, go to Youtube, type in ' dance theme and variation ', and click the second one down, by pianoman... had numbers at the end, but I can't remember them! That's not me playing the song, but that's what it sounds like. I actually play it a little bit slower then that! Anyway, this was for you guys and I'll have more for this and You'll Be the Death of Me, Spot Conlon when I get back! AND I shall have the character sheet with theme songs for Delia and Spot! See you my friends!

Xx. Hollis Darken// Lonely Conlon