SILLY LITTLE LIFE

CHAPTER FIVE

( prompt: "Stop it!" )

For once in his life, Spot Conlon was quiet. He didn't like being quiet; you didn't make a good leader if you're mouth was shut all the time. But here he was, laying quietly, holding Angel, who was currently sound asleep, breathing evenly against his chest. Ever since the Bronx fell, she'd been getting better sleep at night, thank God. She still got up at the ass crack of dawn, but she wasn't up and down all through the night like she used to.

He was grateful to Nightshade, who fixed his Lissa and brought her back to him with her many cracks barely even visible and to Silver, who still owned the best friend title in her heart, hands down, no matter how many great girl friends she had in Brooklyn and Manhattan combined. All of his boys loved her, and respected her. She even joked all the time that she now had way too many brothers to be considered normal, since they all watched out for her when Spot wasn't around to do it himself.

"Hey, Spot?" Lissa murmured into the darkness.

Spot looked down, surprised to learn that she was awake. "Hum?"

"Are you scared? I mean, to leave this all behind and make our own life?" she asked.

"Spot Conlon ain't afraid of nothin', doll," he informed her, a bit smugly.

She sat up slightly and cuffed him on the chest with her hand, rolling her eyes when he grinned at her. "Stop it! You know what I mean."

Spot leaned back thoughtfully and stared at the ceiling. "Never really thought about it," he admitted after a few moments. "I don't think so. I always knew I was going to marry you. I ain't scared of that. Not that I would be, since I ain't scared of nothin', mind you."

He grinned at her again and Lissa rolled her eyes before settled back down against his side again. "I think Silver is going to be a great leader," she told him quietly.

Spot nodded slightly, running his hand over Lissa's hair absently, the soft, fresh-washed strands sliding around his fingers. "I think so, too. That's why he's my second. He's the only one I trust to keep Brooklyn the way it should be: on top."

Lissa nodded. "Yeah, I wouldn't like you if you weren't some feared monster, you know," she said casually. "I like dangerous boys."

"You're a terrible liar, Liss," he murmured against her head, kissing the crown of her head.

Lissa laughed softly and smiled. "I love you."

Why was it that those three words, spoken from her mouth, in her voice, and knowing that she meant them, caused so many odd things to happen inside him? He wasn't a sap by any stretch of the imagination, nor did anyone think three little words could have such an effect of the fearless, most respected and famous newsie in all of New York (and everywhere else).

So he did the only thing that made sense: He kissed her. "I love you, too."

Grah, I hate Halloween. xD. I'm staying in my house and watching Harry Potter all night in protest. I'm amazing, I know. xD. Anyways, review me for the massive SpotxAngel fluff I just gave you? :)

CTB!

xx Wicked