In Between 'Hattan and Brooklyn || A Sprace Story

Chapter 66 - #The Most Blunt Way to Inform a Person That You're Dating Someone

Race chuckles weakly, his cheeks slightly redder than usual as he scratches the side of his head. "Not even two days?" He answers, sounding unsure.

"Oh," Mush nods as he sips his new water that Blink had gotten him. "So this is new new." He now wore one of Blink's shirts and the water was all cleaned up now.

Blink was sat next to him again and he had picked up his cards.

Race nods.

"And how is life dating Spot Conlon?" Finch asks, sliding into a seat next to Albert.

Race looks up at him. He shrugs. "I don't know. It's slightly weird cause I'm not used to it." He explains. "He was my first kiss." His cheeks redden slightly.

Specs smiles, laughing a bit. "Most of us were each other's first kisses." He reminds Race.

Race nods.

Race looks around the group. He smiles to himself as he looks back down at his cards. I missed this.

A bit later

Race sat outside on the steps when he heard someone sit down next to him. He smiles. "Hey, bird-boy." He looks over at the dirty blonde-haired boy.

Finch smiles. "You always have called me that." He comments.

Race chuckles. "That's because I came home from selling one day and suddenly the boy I knew as Patrick was suddenly called Finch." He responds.

Finch chuckles. "That's fair."

The two boys sat in a comfortable silence for a few minutes.

"Spot Conlon, huh?" Finch chuckles, shaking his head. "I always knew you'd end up with someone to match your wit, just never thought it'd be the King of Brooklyn." He comments.

Race smiles, blushing as he looks down at the step he sat on.

"What are you now? Brooklyn's Prince?" Finch asks, looking over at Race.

Race looks up again, but not at Finch, just looking ahead. "That's what they've been calling me." He responds. "I'm not sure if it's better than the Fallen Angel title or not." He states.

Finch chuckles. "Considering you hated that title, let's say it's better." He says.

Race nods.

The two boys again fell silent for a few minutes, before Race broke it. "How's Al?" He asks, his voice slightly quieter than usual.

Finch looks over at him. "He's... okay." He answers slowly. "This has hit him hard and although I trust him, I'm worried about his safety." He admits.

"Me too." Race says. "I know he doesn't go near East Side or Harlem, but he's my best friend and your boyfriend; it's hard for me not to worry about him." He tells him.

Finch nods. "He misses you." He informs Race.

Race nods. "I miss him." He whispers.

The door opened behind them.

Both boys turn to look.