redamancy (on hold)

Ditched | Spot Conlon

Requested: by hilifesucks
Warnings: I don't think there are any. Maybe some very minor cursing
Special Details: takes place in modern times. I'm probably not always going to write in the way the Newsies would talk, so if you want to imagine it, go for it.
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"What do you mean you left?" Y/n asked her "friend" over the phone. Y/n had been spending a day at the pool with a few friends. She had begun talking to a boy and when she got back to the table at which the group had set their stuff, it was empty.

"I mean we got bored and you were taking too long so we left." Her friend explained over the phone, annoyed.

"How am I supposed to get home?" She asked, they had driven her to the pool and now she didn't know what to do.

"I don't know. Walk." Her friend said.

A group of boys walked over to a table near Y/n, where that had laid their stuff. The boy she had been talking to earlier, Spot, signaled to the others to be quiet when he saw that she was on the phone.

Y/n mouthed a quick 'thank you' to Spot who nodded.

"What do you mean walk? It's a twenty minute drive and you expect me to walk?"

Y/n didn't receive an answer, well, unless you count the beep signaling the call had ended.

"What the- ugh." Y/n groaned, turning off her phone and setting it down on the table.

Y/n, who had been standing, sat down on the picnic table and put her feet on the bench. She propped her elbows on her knees and put her head in her hands, groaning once more.

"Trouble?" Spot asked, sitting down next to her. The two had spoken a few times before, but not much.

"Well, I came here with my friends, but they ditched me while I was talking to you."

"Sorry," he said.

"No, it isn't your fault. I just need better friends, that's all." Y/n sighed.

Y/n heard some commotion and some muttering about someone taking the last drink out of the cooler? She didn't pay much attention to it.

"Are you taking volunteers?" Spot joked.

"That depends on the volunteer." Y/n said, going along with it.

"What about me?" Spot asked, only partially joking.

"No, never." Y/n joked, causing Spot to smile.

"3, 2, 1." She heard behind her. She was about to turn around to see what it was, but stopped when ice and extremely cold water was dumped on her head and Spot's head.

"Holy-" she started, immediately shivering.

"What the hell?" Spot asked, turning around to see his friends dying of laughter, holding a, now empty, cooler.

"L-looks like you n-need some new f-friends too." Y/n joked, still shivering.

"Are you alright?" Spot asked, worried , "your lips are turning blue."

"I'm just r-really c-cold." She explained, trying to wrap her towel around her shoulders. The towel didn't help much though, seeing as it had been around her waist, so it was also soaked.

"That towel isn't going to help, it's soaked," Spot pointed out.

"Well I don't have another one, so this'll have to do." Y/n replied, her teeth chattering.

"One of you jerks, give Y/n your towel." Spot said to his friends.

"Spot that's really not necessary. I don't even know them." Y/n argued.

"Okay, then you use mine and I'll use one of theirs." Spot said, getting up to get her a towel.

"Spot, I-" Y/n started, but was cut off.

"I'm afraid I wasn't asking, sweetheart." Spot said, draping his towel around her shoulders. Y/n immediately felt better.

"Thank you." She smiled at him and he smiled back.

"You need a ride home, right?" Spot asked, remembering what the conversation was originally about.

"I'm afraid some" Y/n sighed, having forgotten her dilemma.

"I could drive you home." He offered.

"That's really kind, Spot, but I barely know you. No offense, but how do I know you aren't a rapist or something?" Y/n asked, catching Spot off-guard.

"If I was a rapist, don't you think I would have done something already?" Spot asked.

Y/n thought about this for a moment.

"Yeah, I guess you're right." Y/n said.

"So you'll let me drive you home?" Spot asked.

"If it's not too much of a hassle." Y/n said, a shy smile, grazing her lips.

"Not at all." He smiled.

Spot introduced Y/n to his friends, a few of them even apologising for dumping the remnants of the cooler onto her. The group stayed at the pool for a little longer, before they decided to leave.

Y/n and Spot got into Spot's car. Y/n told him her address and the two were off.

"Do you like ice cream?" Spot asked.

"Of course, why?" Y/n replied, confused as to why the boy would bring it up.

Her question was quickly answered, though, as spot pulled into the parking lot of an ice cream shop.

"Spot, I don't have my wallet with me." Y/n said.

"Who said you were paying?" Spot asked.

"Spot, you're already driving me home. You don't have to buy me ice cream too." Y/n said, feeling guilty that he was doing all of this for her.

"Consider it an apology on my friends' behalf." Spot said and Y/n sighed, knowing it was an argument she was sure to lose.