- Chapter 62 - Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star Except Make it ✨Italian✨ -
Warnings: Mentions of nightmares, Race's father, and slight sadness
Third Person POV
Albert smirks. "I have an idea."
Race narrows his eyes at him. "I hate that look on your face." He states.
Albert bats his eyelashes. "What look?" He asks innocently.
Race rolls his eyes.
"What's your idea?" Spot asks, his arms crossed.
Race picks up his water to take a sip out of it.
"Sleep together." Albert answers.
Race spits out his water, his eyes wide.
Spot's eyes widen.
"And I'll sleep in Race's bunk for tonight." Albert finishes.
Cloth smirks. I've never been happier to have you here in my life, DaSilva. He thinks to himself.
"What?!" Race and Spot exclaim in unison.
"Yeah." Cloth nods in agreement. "That's a good idea cause we don't have any other bunk for Albert." He tells them.
Race looks over at Spot, his cheeks red, before looking back at his water.
Spot looks around the three boys there. "Is there really no other bunk open?" He asks.
"Nope." Cloth pops the 'p', a smirk forming on his lips. "Come on, you two aren't dating, it's fine." He tells them.
And it would be better if you two were dating.
Race's cheeks turned slightly more red.
"Or are you two too chicken?" Albert asks with a smirk.
"I'm not a chicken!" Spot exclaims, pointing his pimp-came at Albert.
Albert's eyes widen and he puts his hands up like he was surrendering. "Sorry, sorry." He mutters.
"So," Cloth smirks as he rests his chin on his hands, his elbows holding his head up. "You're okay with sleeping with Race?" He asks.
Race buried his head in his arms on the table. "That sounds so wrong." He mutters.
Cloth's cheeks turn bright red. "That's not what I meant!" He exclaims, covering his face with his hands.
Albert and Spot start laughing.
Cloth continues to hide his face. "I hate you all so much..." he mutters.
After a few minutes, Albert and Spot finally stopped laughing.
Later
Spot was sat on his bed when he heard a knock on the door to his room. "Come in." He says as he looks up at the door.
The door opened to reveal Race standing in the doorway. An air of awkwardness surrounded him.
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