- Chapter 71 - My Book is #1 in the Sprace tag Yayyyy -
Warnings: Worry, foreshadowing, trouble sleeping, nightmares, nothing too bad
Third Person POV
Spot smiled slightly as he looked at the sleeping boy beside him. He gently brushes his hair out of his face as it had been falling in front of the younger boy's eyes.
Spot would never forget these little moments where he was up before Race and could just admire him.
He looked so peaceful when he was asleep.
Spot's mind drifted for a moment.
"Take care of him. He has sleeping problems and nightmares most nights. I need you to promise me that you'll help him and watch over him because I can't."
Spot frowns slightly. He was just learning Race's past.
Slowly, but he was.
Jack had warned him about the nightmares and Spot had promised to take care of him.
He was trying.
Race was stubborn. It was hard to take care of him.
If Race had a really bad night, Spot would sell with him to keep an eye on him.
Other than that, Race usually went with Ace, Hotshot, Cloth, or Sling.
It was interesting to Spot.
Sling and Race had gotten really close.
Spot wouldn't have thought that Sling and Race would get close, so he was slightly shocked when they became friends.
Sling was the type of person who'd stick to themself a lot.
Maybe all it took was the right person and Race had a habit of making friends with everyone.
He was really good at getting people to come out of their shells. He could always find the one thing they'd talk about for hours.
Spot loved that about Race.
Well, that and everything else.
Spot quietly gets up, making sure Race was still asleep.
He needed the extra rest. It would help him.
Spot slowly gets ready for the day, making sure to be as quiet as he could.
He had a lot on his mind.
The one he needed to think about the most was who Race would sell with today.
Something was brewing in the boroughs and Spot wasn't sure he trusted random Newsies with Race.
If it was any other day, he'd trust Race to go with Waves, Skittery, and Tumbler, or Sling, or someone.
Spot had a sinking feeling that Revenge was planning something big, so he wasn't going to trust Race's safety with anyone.
Red and Hotshot.
Spot nods to himself.
His fourth and fifth sold with each other due to buddies (they would sell with their boyfriends, but they're in Manhattan).
They were two people he trusted with not only his life, but Race's life.
There was just something in Spot that told him that today, today something was going to happen.
Hotshot and Red would keep Race safe. He knew it.
Spot slips his pimp-cane into the belt loop he always kept in it and puts his hat on his head.
Spot leaves the room to go wake up all of the other Brooklyn Newsies.
Once he was down with that, he went back to his room to wake Race up.
Spot gently shakes the blonde-haired boy. "Racer, love, it's time to get up," he tells him.
Race tries to hide in the blanket. "Nooo..." he whispers groggily.
Spot had to stop himself from just giving in and cuddling with him. He was so freaking cute. "Come on, Amore," he tells him. "Just because you're my boyfriend doesn't mean I won't throw you off of the dock," he warns him, picking him up.
Race cuddles closer to him, just laying in his arms. "It's October 2nd," he mumbles tiredly, his eyes still closed. "Jackie would... kill you."
Spot rolls his eyes. "Do you really think I'm scared of Jack?" He deadpans.
"No..."
Spot smirks in victory.
"But you're scared of Mama Davey..." Race adds quietly, lifting the blanket to cover his mouth.
Spot sighs deeply. He was silent for a moment as he tried to think of a way to get him up, before he smirked. "I've never seen you beg for more sleep," he teases.
Race rolls out of his arms and onto the floor. "I wasn't begging for more sleep," he grumbles.
Spot stares at him. "You idiot..." he sighs deeply.
Race cringes in pain as he tries to get up. "My point still stands," he adds weakly.
Spot exhales slowly. He bends down and picks the Italian boy up. "I think your point died when you rolled out of my arms," he responds.
Race rolls his eyes.
Spot places him on the bed. "Get ready and meet me by the throne," he tells him.
Race rolls his eyes at he watches him leave. "Meet me by the throne," he mimics him.
"I heard you!"
Race rolls his eyes again.
A few minutes later
Spot stood by his throne.
"What's up?" Hotshot asks. He and Red were standing in front of Spot, who had asked to talk to them.
Spot fell silent for a moment, before he answered. "I need Race to sell with you two," he tells them.
Red and Hotshot nod.
"I have a sinking feeling that something is going to happen today and I need to know that he's safe," Spot tells them. "I trust you two with my life; keep him safe, okay?"
Red nods. "We'll keep him safe," he promises.
Spot smiles slightly. "Thanks, guys." He looks back at the door of the Lodge.
Hotshot raises an eyebrow at him. "Let me guess," he starts.
Spot looks over at him. He was just leaning against his crate throne.
Red realized what Hotshot noticed.
"You haven't told Race yet?" Hotshot asks with a smirk.
Red smirks.
"Yeah..." Spot answers slowly. "It took me a bit to figure out who I trusted him with today," he informs them.
"There are two people in the world that Spot thinks over stuff this hard for." Dice appears next to Hotshot and Spot. "Smalls - who's like his little sister - and Race," he states.
Red and Hotshot nod. They knew that.
Spot looks over at Dice. "I lost my sister years ago," he says. "I'm making sure I don't lose my cousin, too," he tells him.
Dice nods. "I know why, I'm not blaming you," he responds.
Spot nods.
"It's been so much nicer since you finally confessed to Race," Red expresses.
Spot blushes slightly, but he was smiling. "It's been really nice," he agrees.
The other three boys with him smile.
Hotshot looks over at the door to the Lodge.
Race was walking out with Smokes.
Hotshot smirks, looking back at Spot. "Time to drop the news on Race," he says. He leaves to go bug Race about it.
Spot chuckles as he watches him go. "He's going to hate me later today."
Red laughs. "I'll make sure Hotshot doesn't annoy him that badly," he tells Spot.
Spot nods.
"Madonna!" They heard Race exclaim.
Spot laughs.
Dice raises an eyebrow at Spot.
"It's an Italian saying people tend to use when exasperated," Spot informs him, chuckling.
Dice nods.
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Don't get mad at me for that word. My Italian teacher said we can use it. He said it's usually used to express exasperation.