Chapter 13

I woke up to the sound of obnoxious giggle and a masculine voice. I raised my head and looked over the edge of my bunk.

I saw Spot; he had his arm around the blonde girl's shoulders. She was the same ugly chick from before. All of the sudden she jumped him and they started to kiss crazily, still not knowing my presence.

I felt a tightening feeling around my heart, and I sat up, "Sorry ta interrupt, but dere are othah people who live in dis house," I said annoyed at the fact they were so careless.

The girl gasped and grabbed Spots hand but he shrugged her away. He looked up at me with narrowed, icy eyes. "Dat didn' stop you from jumpin' Sinkah da othah day," he said, leaning against the dresser.

I clenched my jaw and looked straight at him. "Foah the hundredth time, Conlon, I didn' kiss da bummah! He kissed me and I told him ta stop and he did! Can't ya jus' get ovah dat? You'se is acting like freakin' child!" I cried out. I swung my legs over the bed and jumped off the top bunk.

I walked right up to him and got in his face, "Grow up, Spot," I said, looking over at the girl, who looked like she was feeling painfully awkward in this whole situation.

I grinned falsely at the two of them as I stepped back. I grabbed my blanket and pillows and threw open the window. I looked back at the two, "You two have fun," I said sarcastically as I slammed the window shut.

A lone tear rolled down my face and I quickly wiped it away. There was no use in crying. I looked back in the window to see Spot speaking with the girl. I huffed angrily and quickly made my way up the rickety steps of the fire escape.

I hoisted my body up on to the roof and I couldn't contain myself anymore. I cried, hardly. I didn't want anyone to hear me, so I put the pillow to my face and muffled my cries of agony.

Why was I crying? Why did I care so much about what Spot did with this other girl? All these questions came into my head unanswered. I walked across the roof and sat on the edge, my legs hanging over.

I looked down. A three story drop. I looked out to the city, and sniffled as I wiped my last tears away from my welled up eyes. Though it did not seem like it to most, but I was dangerously closer to death right now. One bad move and I would fall and die. Everything I did and worked for would be over and the world we be down one more street rat.

Would it matter if I died right now? In a way, all of us are in the process of dying. From the moment you are born to the day before you die, you are dying. Second by second you get closer to death, so why not end it now.

I sighed. I didn't have the guts to do it, and with my luck, the fall would not kill me, simply break every bone in my body and I would live like a vegetable for the rest of my days.

I pushed myself back onto the roof and grabbed my blanket and pillow. I guess I would sleep out here for the night. I shut my eyes and relaxed.

I imagined myself in the middle of the sea, rocking in the waves and floating gently on my back. All of a sudden a wave breaks on me, drowning my immediately.

My eyes shot open as I heard something tapping on the ground next to me. I peeked back over my shoulder and saw it was a black cane. Spot.

I looked away from him, "Whadda ya want?" I asked softly.

I heard him sigh, "I'se wanted to say I'se is sorry. Ya know about how I has been actin' lately."

I sat up as I heard him walking over to the edge and sitting where I previously occupied. I got up and walked over to him, plopping down about a foot away from him.

I looked him in the eye, "It's a'right Spot," I said softly.

He caressed my face, "Has you been cryin' Cross?" He asked moving closer to my face to inspect my red eyes.

I looked away, "No," I lied as I looked into my hands.

I felt his index finger slip on the side of my cheek, turning my face towards his. "I'se sorry I do this to ya Cross," he said, now looking away, "I don' know what makes me like dis, it's jus' who I am," he said looking out to the city.

My heart thumped loudly in my chest and I feared it would fall out. I reached both my hands up to his face, turned it towards me and did the most spontaneous thing I have ever done. I kissed him.

At first he was unmoving beneath my lips, but he gave in and put his arm around my back, my hand rested on his shoulder.

It was the second most peaceful moment I had ever experienced in my life. The city was quiet as our lips and tongues danced, and the moon shone beautifully over the river. The silhouette of the bridge in the background created the perfect environment.

We pulled back and I looked up at Spot.

He smirked down at me. "You'se a pretty cool goil, ya know dat Cross?" He asked me.

I blushed and looked at him, "And you'se a pretty cool guy yaself, did ya know dat?" I asked in return.

Spot laid back, his hands behind his head and his eyes shut peacefully, "Yea, I've hoird dat's da word about me in New Yoik," he said with a sigh.

I laid back next to him, about a foot away, my eyes shut and my entwined fingers rested on top of my waist, "Da othah word I hoird about you is dat you'se da biggest joik in all a New Yoik, but dat's just a rumor, ain't dat right?" I asked sarcastically.

He made a noise of agreement and we laughed silently.

In about ten minutes, I had fallen asleep, not two feet away from the infamous Spot Conlon, the fearless leader of the Brooklyn newsies.

End of Chapter! Tada!

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