- Chapter 62 - Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star Except Make it ✨Italian✨ -
Warnings: Mentions of nightmares, Race's father, and slight sadness
Third Person POV
Albert smirks. "I have an idea."
Race narrows his eyes at him. "I hate that look on your face." He states.
Albert bats his eyelashes. "What look?" He asks innocently.
Race rolls his eyes.
"What's your idea?" Spot asks, his arms crossed.
Race picks up his water to take a sip out of it.
"Sleep together." Albert answers.
Race spits out his water, his eyes wide.
Spot's eyes widen.
"And I'll sleep in Race's bunk for tonight." Albert finishes.
Cloth smirks. I've never been happier to have you here in my life, DaSilva. He thinks to himself.
"What?!" Race and Spot exclaim in unison.
"Yeah." Cloth nods in agreement. "That's a good idea cause we don't have any other bunk for Albert." He tells them.
Race looks over at Spot, his cheeks red, before looking back at his water.
Spot looks around the three boys there. "Is there really no other bunk open?" He asks.
"Nope." Cloth pops the 'p', a smirk forming on his lips. "Come on, you two aren't dating, it's fine." He tells them.
And it would be better if you two were dating.
Race's cheeks turned slightly more red.
"Or are you two too chicken?" Albert asks with a smirk.
"I'm not a chicken!" Spot exclaims, pointing his pimp-came at Albert.
Albert's eyes widen and he puts his hands up like he was surrendering. "Sorry, sorry." He mutters.
"So," Cloth smirks as he rests his chin on his hands, his elbows holding his head up. "You're okay with sleeping with Race?" He asks.
Race buried his head in his arms on the table. "That sounds so wrong." He mutters.
Cloth's cheeks turn bright red. "That's not what I meant!" He exclaims, covering his face with his hands.
Albert and Spot start laughing.
Cloth continues to hide his face. "I hate you all so much..." he mutters.
After a few minutes, Albert and Spot finally stopped laughing.
Later
Spot was sat on his bed when he heard a knock on the door to his room. "Come in." He says as he looks up at the door.
The door opened to reveal Race standing in the doorway. An air of awkwardness surrounded him.
Spot realizes why he was there. "Come in." He tells Race as he looks away, feeling his cheeks heat up.
"Sorry." Race mutters as he steps into the room, closing the door behind himself.
"Don't apologize." Spot responds. "Do you want the side closer to the wall or the other side?" He asks.
Race shrugs. "Doesn't matter." He responds.
Spot sighs softly. "Alright," he gets up. "Wall side." He points to the side of the bed against the wall.
Race nods, climbing onto the bed and leaning against the wall.
Spot looks at him. "Something on your mind, Racer?" He asks him.
Race shrugs, staring at the ceiling. "I'm just... thinking." He responds quietly. "I'm gonna miss Albert when he's back in Manhattan." He whispers.
Spot sighs. "I know, I'm..." he hesitates. "I'm sorry." He responds. "It won't be that much longer till you're back, I promise." Spot tells him.
Race shrugs.
Spot lays down next to him. "Night, Race." He whispers.
He felt Race lay down under the covers next to him, though the blonde boy made sure they weren't touching. "Night, Spot." Race whispers.
Spot closes his eyes and within a few minutes, he was asleep.
A little later in the night (let's say it was around Midnight to 1am)
Spot woke up to quiet sobbing.
His eyes open and he listens for where it's coming from.
At first he thought a little came into the room looking for him; it had happened before. They thought of him as their brother and Spot was someone who helped calm them down and take care of them a lot.
Spot quickly realized that though their voice was as high-pitched as a little's, it was not a little.
It was Race.
Spot quickly sits up in his bed, turning over.
Race was shaking, though he was still asleep, and he was trying to curl up in a ball.
Spot quickly realized he was having a nightmare.
Spot did a million questions flowing through his mind at a million miles per hour.
Does this happen every night?
How has no one noticed the fact that he has nightmares before?
Is this because of his father?
Spot quickly shook himself out of his mind. Not the time. I need to help him.
How though?
Spot thinks back to what he'd do with littles. Maybe it won't be that different between them, he thinks to himself.
Spot gently lifts Race up and lays Race against himself. He rests Race's head against his shoulder and gently holds his hands, them both sitting up with Race's back against Spot's chest. "It's okay." Spot starts quietly. "I got you. You're here: in Brooklyn, not with him. I promise." He whispers in Race's ear. "He'll never get you again. Not if I can help it." Spot assures him.
As Spot slowly rocked him, Race's breathing became calmer and less tears streamed down his cheeks. His body became more steady and the nightmare seemed to pass slowly.
It took a bit, but Spot didn't mind. He never would; he would do anything for Race to make sure he's happy and healthy.
While trying to lull Race back to sleep, Spot suddenly remembered a lullaby he'd not only heard Race sing, but his mother had sang.
So, Spot started singing it. "Brilla, brilla una stellina,"
("Twinkle, twinkle little star,")
"Su nel cielo, piccolina."
("So small up in the sky.")
"Brilla, brilla sopra noi."
("Twinkle, twinkle over us.")
"Mi domando di che si?"
("How I wonder what you are.")
"Brilla, brilla la stellina,"
("Twinkle, twinkle little star,")
"Ora tu si più vicina."
("Now you are closer.")
When Spot finished, Race was fully asleep and his body was calm.
Spot looks down at his face.
There was a soft smile on the blonde-haired boy's face and it looked relaxed, as opposed to when he was having a nightmare and he was all tense.
Spot smiles, laying down with Race laying next to him.
He still had his arms around Race, but due to fear of waking him up (and just because Spot was comfy and liked holding Race), he decided to just go with it.
I'll wake up in the morning before him, Spot told himself as he drifted off to sleep.
1118 Words
You're all going to love next weeks four chapters (: and also, if any Italian is wrong, tell me (: