- Chapter 70 - Read the Caption to the Tune of Snape's Part of the Song -
Warnings: Not eating?
Third Person POV
After selling with Ace for a few days, and then Hotshot one, then Cloth, and then Rags, Race was back with Cloth today.
At least, he had been during selling.
Now that he and Cloth were back from selling, Spot couldn't find him.
Spot knew Race was still in the Brooklyn mainland as he definitely hadn't left, but he couldn't find him.
Spot sighs deeply in frustration as he walks into the Brooklyn Lodge kitchen.
Flash looks up at him. He smirks. "Lost Race again?" He asks.
Spot glares at him. "Where the heck do Pebbles and Shadows hide?" He asks the sixteen-year-old.
Flash shrugs. "He doesn't tell me," he responds.
Spot rolls his eyes.
Chris was behind the counter in the kitchen. He looks at Spot. "Checked the roof?" He asks.
"Twice."
Chris chuckles. "Maybe he doesn't want to be found right now," he suggests.
"Too bad." Spot grabs a piece of bread from Rags. "He hasn't eaten today and he's my boyfriend, never mind the Prince of Brooklyn now; he's gonna have to deal and I want cuddles," he tells him.
Chris chuckles.
Rags smirks at Spot. "How's he liking that title?" He asks him.
Spot shrugs. "Better than the Fallen Angel one, I assume," he answers. "He hasn't complained about this one that much."
"I think he just thinks we're horrible at nicknames," Rock, who was on his break at the moment and was sitting at the table with Flash, comments.
Spot chuckles.
"Yeah, cause we also have Dozy, Sling, Splash, and so on," Rags agrees with a laugh.
"To be fair," Flash starts, "Manhattan has a Crutchie," he reminds them. "And Blink."
"And who the heck names a nine-year-old 'Racetrack'?" Rags laughs.
"Hey!" Spot exclaims, clearly joking. "I love that kid they named Racetrack," he plays along.
"Oh," Rags laughs, "pardon me then, for I have insulted your boyfriend. I beg for your forgiveness," he responds.
Spot laughs with the other three boys.
"And Manhattan has a Splasher," Chris adds.
"As if that's not confusing." Flash rolls his eyes. "We had a kid named Splash first," he states.
Rock looks at him. "No, we didn't."
Flash shushes him.
"And they're siblings," Spot adds.
"I don't get why they're not in the same borough," Rags comments.
"Cause Splasher is deathly scared of Brooklyn and Splash likes getting to fight," Chris informs them, cutting vegetables.
"Oooh," the four Newsies realize.
Chris chuckles. "Hey, Spot,"
The brown-haired boy looks up at him.
"When you find Race," Chris starts, moving all of the cut vegetables into a bowl, before starting again, "bring him to me. He hasn't eaten vegetables in a few days."
"That's cause he doesn't like tomatoes," Spot reminds him.
"Or vegetables," Rags continues.
"Or eating," Rock adds.
"Anything." Flash finishes.
Chris chuckles. "I have fruit as well," he responds. "He just needs to eat something healthy."
Spot nods.
After talking to the boys in the kitchen for a few more minutes, Spot left the kitchen. He walked onto the dock, looking around again to see if he could find his boyfriend.
He didn't find his boyfriend, but he tried.
When Spot had finally gotten fed up with looking around and not being able to find the blonde boy, he went over to Shadows.
Shadows, who was rarely out of the shadows - hence his name - had been sitting with Smokes and Bush, who he was very close to.
Spot pulls him to a corner for a moment. "Okay," he starts, looking annoyed, "where is he?"
"He doesn't want anyone to know yet," Shadows responds, not even trying to play off the fact that he knew where he was. His voice was as quiet as usual.
Spot scowls. "Shadows, I'm not in the mood," he warns him. "He hasn't eaten all day and I need cuddles," he tells him.
Shadows bites his lip, looking at the crates before looking back at Spot. "Fine, but only because he hasn't eaten," he states. "If it was only the cuddles reason, you would've had to wait."
Spot rolls his eyes.
"And Cloth is the one who's finding him and getting him out of his hiding spot because I don't trust anyone else," Shadows adds.
Spot sighs deeply. "Shadows, I am your leader," he reminds him.
Shadows shakes his head, his arms crossed.
Spot rolls his eyes, but turns around. "Cloth!"
Cloth looks up.
Spot gestures for him to come over.
Cloth gets up, quickly excusing himself. He walks over to Spot and Shadows.
Spot gestures to Shadows. "He doesn't trust me to see where his hiding spots are, he only trusts you," he grumbles, his arms crossed. "He needs you to get Race for me."
Cloth chuckles. "Okay." He presses a soft kiss to the younger boy's head.
Shadows and Cloth were cousins. Very far cousins, but cousins nonetheless.
Shadows was Spot's best spy, but the younger boy did have a social battery that ran out quite quickly, hence the reason he had all of these hiding spots that he shared with Pebbles.
"Why don't you tell me where it is, let me get Race, and then you go hang out with Pebbles?" Cloth mumbles against Shadows' forehead.
Shadows nods. He stands on his tippy-toes and whispers it into Cloth's ear.
Cloth nods.
Shadows stands back on his regular two feet again.
Cloth hugs Shadows.
Shadows looks at Spot for a moment, quickly hugging him before running off.
Spot stands there in shock. He blinks, looking at Cloth.
Cloth chuckles.
"I don't think he's ever done that," Spot mutters, still looking shocked.
Cloth laughs. "He's a fourteen-year-old introvert who only trusts Rags - cause he's my boyfriend -, me, and Pebbles," he reminds him. "That means he trusts you now, too."
"Not enough to let me go find my boyfriend on my own," Spot grumbles.
Cloth laughs again as he starts walking off. "Give it time. These spots are his safe spaces," he responds.
"I'm just saying!" Spot calls after him. "He's known me longer than he's known Race!" He reminds him.
He heard Cloth's laughs/chuckles as the boy walked away.
Cloth returned a few minutes later with an unhappy Racetrack. He held Race's collar so he didn't run away.
Race glares at Spot as Cloth let's go of him.
Spot chuckles at him, patting his head. "Thanks, Cloth."
Cloth nods as he walks off.
"Come on," Spot gently grabs Race's hand. "We're gonna eat food and then go cuddle," he tells him.
"Food?" Race questions, looking slightly disgusted and stressed. "Cloth should've left me in that crate," he grumbles as he gets dragged along.
Slightly amused, Spot looks back at him as he walks. "You we're hiding in a crate?" He asks.
Race rolls his eyes. "Don't look at me like that," he mutters.
Spot chuckles.
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