Chapter 4

Spot had left me alone in his room, our room. I tried to go to sleep but found it increasing hard. The room was scorching hot. I was sweating like a horse underneath all my clothes.

I sat up from the bunk and looked around. I walked to the door, opened it and looked around. The coast was clear. I closed the door and opened the window. I grabbed the pillow off my bunk and climbed out the window. The breeze hit me and my curly hair blow behind me.

I sighed contently and looked up to the roof. I climbed cautiously up the fire escape and lifted myself up on to the roof. I stood there for a moment and examined my surroundings. Brooklyn may not have been the prettiest borough from the ground, but it looked absolutely stunning from the roof tops.

The sunset illuminated on the river, and the black silhouette of the bridge was stunning.

I laid the pillow down on the roof top and place my head on it. The outdoor air was refreshing on my skin. I took off my shoes and tossed them to the side. Soon after resting my head, I fell asleep.

I was rudely awoken by a small round object flying in my rear. I hollered and sat up. The sun had set and it was totally dark on the roof top. I looked frantically around, and become worried.

I stood up and walked around, "Hello? Anyone there?" I asked in a shaky voice.

I heard a chuckle, and the sound of something whipping quickly past my head. I shrieked and looked around again. My eyes focused on a figure that leaned against the brick chimney.

I growled, "Conlon!" I called out, "What gives, eh?" I marched towards him.

He swung his slingshot around one finger and did not even bother to look at me. "Ya missed curfew. Thought ya left, den saw dat ya left the window open. I came up ta see ya sleepin, so I thought I'd wake ya," he said, a smirk visible on his face.

Saying I was upset was a understatement, "An' ya do dat by peltin' me with stones?" I exclaimed.

He scoffed, "Nah," he held up a small, velvet bag, "marbles," he smirked.

I smacked the bag out of his hands, "Yea? Well now I'se is gonna keep you up all night. It's too damn hot to sleep in that room of yoahs!" I yelled.

"Pick them up," Spot said calmly.

I scoffed, "No, why would I do dat?"

He got real close to my face, "Pick. Dem. Up," he said enunciating every word.

I gulped, but then smirked, "No. You pick dem up, dey is yoahs after all," I replied cockily

Just then, Spot grabbed me by the shoulders, turned us around, and he slammed me against the wall. "I is yoah leadah now, dat means you do whatever I say. If I'se asked ya to jump, you'se say 'How high, my great leadah,' Got it?" He breathed heavily in my face before pulling back.

I reached down and grabbed the marbles, "Whadda you need dese foah anyways?" I asked. I was actually curious as to why he had marbles, did he play little kid games?

Spot looked at me before replying, "Every Brooklyn newsie needs ta know how ta use a slingshot."

I looked at him and pointed to the marbles, "Well, I don' know how ta use a slingshot. Are you'se gonna teach me?" I asked.

Spot looked at me. He shrugged his shoulders, "Eh. Not now, some uddah time, ya know, when I can actually stand ya presence."

I scowled at him, and he smirked. He took out his cane and tapped it on the ground mindlessly in front of him. He turned around and strolled to the edge of the roof, "Don' ya evah wish ya could jus jump sometimes? Ya know, end it all?" He asked.

I gasped at him, "No! Spot don' do it!"

He turned to me quickly and threw his arms out, "I wasn' thinkin about doin it! I was just making a statement, ya thick head," he face contorting in disgust.

I blushed, "Oh," I walked over next to him, "Sometimes I think about what it would be like if I jus died. Right now," I looked out to the city, "Maybe things would be bettah, maybe thing would be worse, but ya nevah know less ya been dere."

Spot nodded and looked out to the city, "It's gettin late, an if you'se wanna get up early, ya bettah head to sleep."

I made my way to the fire escape. I looked up and saw Spot still looking out to the city, "Spot? Ya coming?"

He looked at me, "I'se gonna stay up here a little longer," when I stayed, he rolled his eyes, "Sheesh, ya don' have ta be so clingy!" I blushed and looked down. He looked back out to the sky scape, "I'll down dere in ten to twenty minutes. Tops."

With that I descended the ladder of the fire escape. I crawled back into the window, leaving it open for fresh air, and for Spot. I plopped down on the bottom bunk, just below the window. I swung my feet over the side and pulled myself onto my bunk.

I laid back and realized I left my pillow on the roof. I groaned and leaned back uncomfortably. I shut my eyes.

I thought about what had happened on the roof. I saw a side of Spot Conlon I never thought I'd see, a slight sensitive side. Was that really Spot up there? I hope it was.

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