In Between 'Hattan and Brooklyn || A Sprace Story

Chapter 19 - "I Said Kiss, Not Commit Sins!"

- Chapter 19 - The Birth of Redfinch, the Cuteness of Spromeo, and a Troubled Racer in Between -
Warnings: Being hard on yourself, body judgement, injuries
Third Person POV

A/N, meet Spencer ^
Anyway, I just wanted to warn everyone. There is some major points in this chapter (like one major section at the end) where Race really hated himself and his scars. If this is triggering, I don't recommend reading it, and also, you're all beautiful, or handsome, good looking, whatever you prefer. My point; you're amazing (:

Race laid on his back, on Crutchie's bottom bunk.

Jack and Crutchie, when they didn't sleep in their penthouse on the roof, shared a bunk.

Crutchie was bottom bunk, for obvious reasons, and Jack was the top bunk.

"Come on, Racer." Albert gently pulls his arm. "We have to get ready for the Rally." He tells him. "Every borough, including Brooklyn, will be there."

Race turns over, facing away from him. "I haven't even seen Jack." He grumbles. "How do we know he's even in on this?" He asks.

"Because he came by earlier while you were doing whatever you had done." Albert tells him. "You would've seen him had you listened to us and stayed here, like we asked you too." He reminds him, gently shaking his shoulder.

Race pushes his hand away, grumbling softly.

Albert felt slightly helpless. "Come on, Racer." He whispers. "I know this is affecting you hard, but this is something we need to do." He tells him.

"Can't I stay here?" Race whispers as he felt tears stinging his eyes again.

I've been crying too much recently.

Leaders shouldn't cry this much.

Spot never cries-

"People will question why Manhattan's Second in Command and one of the main Strike Leaders aren't there if you do." Albert reminds him softly, taking his hand and gently rubbing circles in the palm of it.

Race frowns. He had a point.

Race always hated when Albert made points, especially when they were smart and actually right.

And because word had gotten around that Race had led Manhattan for two days, people would question it more than if it was just any other time.

Word about why Race had led hadn't gotten around- only Brooklyn and Manhattan knew- but the other boroughs knew Race had led.

Race sighs to himself, turning back over to face his best friend. "Fine." He whispers.

Albert's eyes light up.

"On one condition," Race starts, a smirk tugging at his lips.

Albert raises an eyebrow at him, not trusting this at all.

"Go kiss Finch." Race tells him, smacking him with his hat.

"Ow!" Albert exclaims, holding the back of his head. "What was that for?!" He glares at Race.

"I said if you didn't get together by tomorrow, I'd smack you." Race reminds him. "That was three days ago." He points out. "I don't go back on my word." He states.