Fists and Fights- A Sprace Fanfiction *COMPLETED*

~Chapter Fifty~

Me and Spot layed down on the cold stone of the Brooklyn bridge, tangled into each other's arms and legs.

"Race?" He asks out of the blue.
I snuggle closer to him.
"Yea?" I respond, my voice rasp from he amount of crying I've been doing.
"Nothing.. I just wanted ta hear yer voice." He mouth slowly curvs into a smile.
"I love you." I whisper.
"I love you too."

Half a second after he said that, we hear Ace's voice.
"SPOT? SPOT!!" He screeches.
We both sit up and he takes a grasp on my hand.
It's ok, he mouths to me while smiling.
"He knows." I squeak. I shut my eyes, waiting for his response.
"Even bettah." He kisses my cheek.
"Yes Ace?!" He yells back in a raspy voice.
Ace snaps his head at Spot and immediately smiles from ear to ear.
He slowly turns around and walks away, knowing he shouldn't come around just yet.
"How did ya get the Scar on your arm?" He asks.
My eyes widen.
"Because of you."
"Why did ya go to Queens?"
"Because of you."
"Why did ya become there leadah?"
"Because of you."

"Me?" Spot says, softly grabbing my face and turning it towards him.
"Everything I do is because if you.." I whisper.
"Even the bad things.." Spot says, a tear rolling down his cheek.
"Yes. Those were bad things. Were. It's all in the past." I wipe the tear away with my thumb.
"What happened to you when I was gone.." I whispered.

~FlashBack (Spot's POV)~

"S-Spot.." Mush stammered for the millionth time.
"STOP!! I SAID DON'T TALK TO ME. LEAVE ME ALONE!!" A yelled at the top of my lungs. Mush staggers back in fear.
He walks down the fire escape, leaving me alone with what seemed like billions of alcohol bottles.
"RACETRACK?!" I screamed.
It was a habit now. Me calling his name from the rooftop hundreds of times each day, awaiting for a response.
"RACE??" I called again.

No answer.
"Race.." I broke down in sobs.

What's he point of living when the love of your life is missing.

~End Of Flashback (Back To Racetrack's POV)~

"Everyday?" I ask, feeling a few tears roll down my cheek.
"Every. Single. Day. For two years, Race." He puts his head on my shoulder.
I put a tighter grip on his hand.
"I would read your journal entry. Every. Single. Day. For two years, Spot." I lay me head on top of his.
He takes a tighter grip on my hand.
He pulls my face and starts kissing me again.

"I'm never letting you go. Never in a billion years." He whispers.

~Couple Months Later~

I woke up with Mr. Kloppman yelling.

The moment I open my eyes, all I think is Spot.
Spot, Spot, Spot, Spot, Spot.
My everything.

I fasten my suspenders.

I want my cigar.
I look under a few papers.

Not there.

Under the mug.

Not there.

I gaze at Snipeshooter.

It's in his mouth.

"That's my cigar!!" I scold.

And as one adventure ends..

Another one begins.

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It pains me to say this but...

THE END

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