Chapter 10

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I woke up in my bunk with a major headache. It was either very late at night or early morning. Sitting up I looked around the room for Spot, but he was nowhere to be seen.

I hoisted myself up off the bunk and dropped carefully on the floor. I peeked at his bunk to see if he was the there. Nope.

Where was he? I had to thank him for saving my life. I left the bedroom and look both ways down the hall. Not there either.

I sighed and walked towards the bunkroom. I looked in. It must be late, because the room was filled with boys and snores. "Spot?" I whispered quietly. I tip-toed into the room, looking at each and every bunk. Top and bottom, top and bottom. Not there either.

If he was not in our room, the hallway or the bunkroom there was only one other place he could be. The washroom. I quietly left the bunkroom shutting the door behind me as I exited. I looked across the hall and smirked as I saw it closed, and a small, flickering light peaked from beneath the door. Bingo.

As I was about to go into it the door pulled open and I collided with Spots chest. Yeesh, I have got to stop doing that. I looked up at him and he avoided eye contact with me. He was holding a bowl of water and a rag.

"Whadda you'se doing outta bed?" He asked, still not looking at me.

"Why? Am I broken? Can I not walk or something?" I asked, adding a little humor to the tension.

He then stared at me, and I wish he had not. His eyes were cold and mean, and I think I saw a bit of worry somewhere. "You think dis is a joke? Do ya find bein' attacked in a damn alley amusing?" He said with a scowl.

"No, actually I'se don'. But I wouldn' have been out there if ya hadn't kicked me out," I said slightly raising my voice.

He groaned and rolled his eyes as he pushed past me. I grabbed his upper arm softly, and he didn't protest, "Spot, why do ya always walk away from me? Why can't you and I jus have a normal conversation?" I asked softly.

He shrugged his arm out of my grasped and took two steps away from me. He looked over his shoulder, "Because you and I, Cross, we ain't normal people," he said before entering his bedroom.

I followed after him and went inside. I leaned against the doorframe, my arms crossed and my chin high. "What are those for?" I asked referring to the water and rag.

He looked at me with softer eyes, "I was gonna wet ya head, ya know if ya gotta fever or something from the fall ya took," he said.

I nodded and chewed the inside of my cheek, "About dat Spot, thank ya, ya know for protecting me an all," I said softly.

"It was nothing," he said sitting down on his bunk, undoing his shoes.

"No Spot, it was something, you saved me life," I said meekly.

"It wasn't anything important," he shrugged it shrugged it off again.

"Why do ya always act like nothing is important to ya? Huh? Ya know Spot, I think ya have some deep seeded issues," I said, pushing my self of the wall I walked over to Spot.

I refused to look me in the eye again. I threw my hands up in surrender and leaned against they dresser, "Why were ya out there?" I asked.

He sighed and looked at me, "I followed ya. I don' know why so don' ask me, but I felt bad fa kickin' ya out. I didn' follow ya immediately aftah ya left, and when I came to see ya being attacked I," he paused, "I don' know I felt like I had ta protect ya."

I looked to the ground, "Well thank you Spot," I said as I headed for the door.

"Wheah ya goin' Cross?" He asked, clearly confused.

"Ya asked me ta leave before so I'se is leavin'," I said simply.

He stood from his bed, "Cross, ya can stay; I was jus upset dat you'se was kissing Sinker when no one was around. Stay," he said.

I sighed and turned around. "I don' know if I can Spot. I don' know if I can, or even want ta be a Brooklyn newsie anymore," I said, "I think it'd be da best foah all of us if I jus left," I said walking closer to the door.

Just then Spot caught me off guard by grabbing my shoulder, turning me around and catching me in a tight kiss. My body tensed, but quickly relaxed and moved in motion with each other. He pulled back and smirked, "I hope ya know dat don' mean we'se a couple."

I rolled my eyes and smirked right back, "Good, cuz I don' know if I could handle bein' Spot Conlon's goil," I laughed and for once, think I saw Spot smile.

A real genuine smile.

End of Chapter 10! Ahhh!

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