Brooklyn *Spot Conlon Love Story*

Chapter 13: Loathing

I'm so sorry, it's been a while since I've updated! Sorry! I've been super busy with everything, so yeah! Anyway, I'm thinking of making a new Newsie story (no pun intended) when I'm done with this one, but I'm not sure what you guys want me to do. I made a poll so that you guy could tell me yourselves because I have a few ideas. It can be located on Quotev if any of you have a Quotev account!anyway, here's your chapter!

KAMDEN'S P.O.V:

Crutchy pulls back abruptly and red flushes my cheeks. Shock is written into his irises and red flushes his cheeks as well.

"Crutchy, I am so sorry!" I apologize. "I don't know what came over me, I just--!"

I'm cut off by Crutchy's lips being pressed against mine and I kiss back eagerly. He grazes my bottom lip ever so slightly to the point where I can't tell if it's by accident or on purpose, so I don't respond. Then, there's a creaking noise and we draw back sharply, Crutchy accidentally biting my lip. I snap my hand up to where he bit me, accidentally of course, as whoever it is come in.

"Well, it's 'bout time, ain't it, Blink?" Jack teases. Blink's face turns red and he nods stiffly.

"Yeah, it is," he growls and exits the room. Jack gives both of us a look and goes after him.

Okay.... That was odd....

I turn back to Crutchy who looks just as confused as I am.

"You know what?" I tell Crutchy. "I don't even care...."

I smash my lips onto Crutchy's and he doesn't object. You know what Jack? You're right. It is about time. I smile into the kiss. I am kissing Crutchy Morris! This moment is perfect.

JAY'S P.O.V:

"Spot, wake up," I poke him in the shoulder blade. He grunts and rolls over so that his back is facing me, but doesn't respond except for that. "I ain't stupid. I know you's awake. C'mon, we's got papes ya sell, ya lazy bum."

"Wake me up in a few hours," Spot growls out. I wish I could let him, but I just can't. I clearly need money and believe it or not, these papes aren't going to sell themselves.

"Spot, I'm gonna soak ya within an inch a your life!" I threaten. Still, no movement. I let out a long, irritated groan and stand up. "Fine, I'll just go sell with Tick ta-day."

"I's up, I's up," I hear Spot mumble and stand up. I smirk to myself. That did it.

"'Bout time," I tell him. You can practically hear him roll his eyes.

"Yeah, yeah," Spot waves me off with indifference and gets up. He gets changed and we head out the door. He move in a clump to the circulation office, Spot and I walking side by side. "Hey, so I was thinkin'...."

"You?! Thinkin'?!" I mock. "Nah, I don't belee it."

"Smart ass," Spot mumbles.

"How many?" Rat asks. He doesn't pick up the pape an look at the headline, just slaps down his coin.

"The usual," he barks. Romeo gets his papes and Rat looks at me expectantly.

"The usual," I repeat. Romeo gets my papes and hands them to me. I do a quick headcount, just to make sure Romeo doesn't try to cheat me again, but I think he learned his lesson the last time. All hundred are there. "Thank us kindly, Mr. Rat!"

"Beat it, kid," Rat orders. The other kids snicker at me comment and Spot and I head out.

"What were ya sayin'?" I ask Spot.

"Oh, yeah," he remembers that he had been talking. "Anyway, I know ya ain't gonna like this idea at all, but maybe until we find out who the murderer is, you should--."