- Chapter 49 - Confessions (but not the one you're waiting for yet.) -
Warnings: Insults (but they're jokes)
Third Person POV
Race walks down the dock.
He had been talking to Switch and DD for a few minutes.
Ace had sold with him, but he had to go talk to Spot, so he left Race with Switch and DD when they got back.
Race was in a better mood than he had been in that morning, which was good.
Race spots someone at the end of the dock.
They smirk. "Racetrack Higgins."
Chuckling, Race rolls his eyes. "Hi, Oscar." He greets.
Oscar gasps over-dramatically, his hand on his chest. "You can great me normally?!" He exclaims.
Race rolls his eyes again. "You're usually the one who starts it, jerk." He responds, his arms crossed.
Oscar narrows his eyes at Race. "Idiot."
"Rat."
"Nitwit."
"Dimwit."
Oscar rolls his eyes. "You copied me." He accuses.
Race grabs his chest dramatically, looking offended. "I did not." He defends himself.
"Why are you two like this?" Grayson mutters, massaging the temples of his forehead.
"Cause he's an unattractive annoyance." Oscar states, pointing to Race.
Race rolls his eyes. "And you're a stupid puppy." He responds.
Oscar gasps dramatically, looking offended. "Don't call puppies dumb!" He exclaims.
Race smiles sarcastically. "I was calling you dumb." He tells him.
Oscar smiles, patting Race's back. "Glad to see you, Racer." He says.
Race nods, smiling as he shakes Oscar's hand. "You too, Oscar."
Grayson blinks, staring at them. "I don't understand." He mumbles confusedly. He turns around. "Spot-"
Spot's eyes were slightly wider than usual and he looked confused too as he stares at Race and Oscar. "Don't ask me." He mutters.
Nodding, Grayson shuts his mouth. He looks back at Race and Oscar.
Race and Oscar laugh.
"Race is a-" a tired voice starts.
"You're too nice for this." Race and Oscar cut him off.
Carter pouts, his head resting against Morris' shoulder. "Meanies." He mumbles. "I'm older than you two."
Morris presses a soft kiss to his forehead, brushing his strawberry blonde hair out of the way. "That doesn't make you meaner than them." He whispers soothingly.
Carter pouts. "Mo- you're supposed to be on my side." He complains.
Oscar smiles sarcastically, crossing his arms. "He was my brother first, hence why he's on my side." He responds.
"And I knew him before he knew you and Gray did." Race adds, raising his hand.
"Does everything have to be a competition?" Grayson mutters, looking only slightly exasperated.
"Yes." Race, Carter, and Oscar answer in unison.
Grayson sighs deeply.
"Gray stopped with the annoying brotherly stuff." Rags comments from where he stood next to them, his arms crossed.
Grayson shrugs. "Morris isn't gonna corrupt my brother." He states. "If anything, I'd-" he points to himself. "-corrupt my brother."
Morris smiles softly.
Race looks at Carter, who was laying in Morris' arms. "You're more like JoJo and Elmer than I remember." He comments.
Grayson looks at Race. "He gets more innocent as he grows." He tells him.
Race nods.
"He was so annoying when he was small." Grayson mutters.
Multiple boys there chuckle or laugh.
Memories flashed through Grayson's mind.
"You need a partner so you can stop being so grumpy."
"Oooo, should I go tell [bleep] you like them?"
Grayson sighs deeply again. "Not that he isn't still annoying." He mutters.
Race laughs, along with the others there.
It felt really nice to hear Race laugh genuinely to Spot.
He had been so stressed ever since he came to Brooklyn.
Carter gasps, sitting up.
Morris looks confused.
Carter looks at his boyfriend. "I'm the Gay younger brother." He whispers, looking startled.
Morris blinks.
Race and Oscar share a look, snickering quietly.
"Oh look," Oscar's eyes widen. "Me too." He chuckles. "And Race." He points to Race.
Race nods. "That's probably fair." He says.
"Still not dating anyone, Race?" Grayson asks him.
Race heard Rags groan from behind him, muttering something like 'unfortunately, not yet'.
Race shakes his head. "Nope." He pops the 'p'.
"Nope." Oscar copies his Italian and Manhattan mixed accent, popping the p. He giggles to himself, doing it again.
Race rolls his eyes. "Nope." He copies himself and Oscar.
Spot and Morris chuckle at them.
Ace, who stood next to Spot (just behind Grayson), looks Race dead in the eyes. "I know someone who could change that." Ace comments, an innocent smile on his face as he gestures to the brown-haired boy next to him.
Race's face went red.
Ace looks at Spot. "Want to change that?" He asks, his voice only loud enough for Spot, Morris, and Grayson to hear.
Spot blushes, glaring at Ace.
Ace looked proud of himself for getting them both to blush.
Grayson gasps audibly, earning him a few weird looks.
Spot and Race are crushing on each other!
(Well duh, Gray.
Don't say it that contradictingly! I don't hang with them that often!
Contra-what?
*exasperated Author sigh pt. 15*)
Grayson grabs Race's hand and starts dragging him away from the group.
Race looked confused as he was dragged away.
Oscar points to them, silently informing the group that he was going to follow them, before he did follow them.
Grayson let's go of Race's hand once they were out of the other boys' earshot, Oscar standing next to him. His eyes were wide. "You're crushing on Spot?!" He whispers shouts. "And Spot's crushing on you?!" Grayson asks.
Race's cheeks turned a darker shade of red.
Oscar scoffs, his arms crossed. "Where have you been for the past few months?" He questions.
Grayson's eyes were still wide as he stares at Race. "Clearly not here." He mutters, still taking in this information.
Oscar chuckles, slinging his arm over Race's shoulder. "They're both pinning- they're so whipped for each other-" he groans a bit. "But neither will confess to the other." He informs Grayson.
Grayson nods.
Smokes and Red walk over to the group.
"Are we talking about Spot and Race's crushes?" Red asks them.
Oscar and Grayson nod.
The color of Race's cheeks darken.
Red smirks at Race.
Hotshot walks over with Sling. "We're talking about Spot and Race?" He asks, a smirk forming on his lips.
Sling smirks.
Grayson looks around the group. "Does everyone just know this?" He asks.
"Yes." The Brooklyn Newsies around him answer.
"We live with them." Smokes states.
Race's cheeks were burning at this point and his whole face was red, even his ears. "You're all so annoying." He grumbles, not even trying to hide his face.
"We'd be less annoying if you just confessed." Waves tells Race, leaning against him.
Race looks over at him. "Lair." He accuses.
Waves smirks at him. "You got me." He puts his hands up as if he was surrendering.
Race rolls his eyes.
"Just confess." Dice tells Race. "Please." They add desperately.
Race shakes his head. "I don't deserve him." He mumbles, his cheeks red. "Spot deserves better."
"Stop it with the excuses." Brush tells Race, taking his hands and looking Race in the eyes. "He loves you." He whispers. "You deserve each other."
Race looks around the group. "It's very obvious that we're all hiding something from Spot with this group." He comments.
Some of the members of the group laugh.
Oscar pats Race's shoulder. "He already knows."
Race nods.
Bonus
With Spot
Once Race and the others were out of earshot, Ace turns to face Spot. "You're killing us all, please confess!" He exclaims, basically pleading with him now.
Spot stares at his Second like he was crazy. "Ace-"
"Come on, Spot!" Ace responds. "You two are perfect for each other!" He tells him, shaking his hands crazily.
"I'm so glad they didn't do this to us." Carter mumbles, his head nuzzled in the crook of Morris' neck.
Morris smiles.
Spot looks over at them. "That's because we dropped you in Morris' lap, you spoke three sentences, and then the two of you were dating." He responds.
Spot drops Carter into Morris' lap.
Carter blushes. "Hi." He whispers.
Morris smiles. "Hi. I like you, will you date me?" He asks him.
Carter's face reddens further. "I will." He whispers, hiding his face in Morris' shirt.
"Well that was easy." Oscar mutters as he stares at them.
Carter blushes. "Shut up." He mumbles tiredly. "Go confess to your boyfriend."
"He's not my-" Spot starts.
"But he could be!" Ace and multiple other Brooklyn Newsies around them exclaim.
Spot blushes, glaring at the Brooklyn Newsies who appeared out of nowhere.
They scrambled quickly.
Morris looks over at the group that once consisted of just Race, Oscar, and Grayson. "There's a lot of people over there now." He comments.
Ace snickers. "And Race's face is bright red." He adds.
Morris smirks.
Carter was asleep.
Spot looks confused, swinging his pimp-cane at his side. "I wonder what they could be talking about." He mumbles.
(A/N, because his pimp-cane needs to make at least one appearance per chapter he's in lol.)
Ace, Morris, and multiple other Brooklyn Newsies facepalmed.
"You need so much help." Ace mutters, slightly over this.
Spot rolls his eyes.
1554 Words
Yay! A longer-ish chapter lol. I haven't put one of those out in a bit,
Sorry that Carter and Morris' confessing wasn't great lol.