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"I like him, so what?" You questioned Kid Blink.
He held his hands up in a defensive manner, "nothing, nothing. You two would be good together, that's all," he said with a smirk twitching at his lips.
You glared at him and he took off running which led to you chasing after him. "Blink, get back here!"
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Jack, David, Les, Sarah, and Katherine were sitting at a table together.
David leaned towards Jack, "Is he gonna be okay?"
Jack nodded, "he'll be fine. Besides he was askin for it."
David slowly nodded, leaning back into his seat.
Medda walked towards the table, "where's (Y/N)?"
"Chasin Blink."
"Find her, I need her help."
"You got it Miss Medda."
Medda rolled her eyes, smiling as she walked away.
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Kid Blink ran past the table, you were right behind him but you bumped into someone. Looking down you saw Spot, "sorry Spot. 'Scuse me."
He placed his hands on your hips, stopping you, "where do you think you're going?"
"I'm-" you stopped, looking up to see Kid Blink raising his brows in a suggestive way. You purse your lips, getting past Spot, ready to chase after Blink. He was out of your sight by the time Spot wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer to him. "Let go, Spot," you whined, pushing on his arms.
"Not until you tell me why."
"Spot."
"No."
You frowned and stopped squirming, "fine. You can let go now."
He guided you towards a table away from the others but close to the stage. The two of you sat down. Spot's arm around the back of your chair, "subtly" pulling you closer.
You sighed before picking up the chair, moving it closer, practically laying on him. You glared at Kid Blink who was taking his time walking in front of the table.
He bent his head down, "don't you even think about it."
Your shoulders sagged, "I wasn't," you mumbled, fidgeting with your fingers.
"Don't lie to me (Y/N)."
You pushed yourself off him, turning to look at him, "I'm not. So, stop bringing it up." You set your head on your hand, staring at the stage.
Spot sat up, one arm bent on the table, the other on your chair, "I'll stop bringing it up when you stop reactin."
You glanced over your shoulder, "well then you're gonna be waiting a while."
"I'll wait as long as it takes," he leaned against his chair, arm now draped across the back of your chair.
You shook your head, you tried to suppress a smile. You gasped, pushing your chair back, scaring Spot although he'd never admit it.
His arm fell off the chair.
You stood up when Spot's hand wrapped around your wrist, pulling back into your seat.
"Where do you think you're going?"
"I have to go help Medda before the show. I'll be back later," you placed your hands on his cheeks, pecking him on the lips before you got up and ran towards the back of the stage.
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Spot blinked, trying to comprehend what happened, he knew but he couldn’t believe it.
Jack and Kid Blink started whistling and clapping.
Racetrack and a few other newsies walked towards Jack and Kid Blink. Racetrack walked towards the two, clapping, "why are we clappin?"
"Spot got his significant other." Race started clapping like a madman, "Atta boy! I knew you could do it!"
"Technically (Y/N) got him," Jack said.
"What?"
"Our boy here was chatting with em and-"
"they laid a wet one on 'im." Blink blurted, after he interrupted Jack.
Race shrugged, pulling out his cigar, "eh, they still got each other."
"You boys should take your seats, the show's about to start." Katherine advised.
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"And now Miss Medda Larkins!"
"So your old lady don’t love you no more. So you’re afraid there’s a wolf at your door. So you’ve got street rats that scream in your ear." Medda began singing.
You stayed behind the stage, making sure everything's okay. Looking through the ropes, you glanced through the crowd and your eyes locked with Spots. Your eyes widened and your cheeks turned scarlet red when you realized what you did. You looked down at the rope, trying to distract yourself. <I>'Stupid. Why? Why did I do that?'<I>
Spot smirked when he saw your reaction.
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Medda finished her song, walking backstage to fix her makeup. "Thank you again, (Y/N)."
"It's no problem Medda. What else do you need me to do?"
"Nothing. I'll be fine. Go sit at your table and enjoy the show."
You shook your head, "Oh I couldn't-"
"You are. I'll be fine."
"Are you-"
"Yes I'm sure. Now go."
You paused at the end of the stage, debating if you want to sit at Spot's table.
-
Before you knew it, you walked towards his table and sat down. You sat straight up, unsure of what you should do.
Spot wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you closer, resting his chin on your shoulder.
You laid your head on his shoulder, snuggling into him.
-
Kid Blink tapped Jack's shoulder, catching the attention of the other newsies, they saw he was pointing at the two of you.
"It's gonna happen. Pay up Mush," Race whispered.
"No, we don't even know what's going on between those two. For all we know they could be talkin."
-
"That was a hell of a surprise earlier," he whispered, not really paying attention to Medda singing.
You didn't look at him, "I don't know what you're talking about?"
His lips twitched into a smirk, "I think you do. I gotta say it was enjoyable, although it wasn't nearly as long as I had hoped."
Your brows knitted together, tilting your head you glanced up at him, "what?"
“I want to do that again but longer.”
“Really?”
“‘Course I do. Why wouldn’t I?”
You shrugged, “didn’t think you liked me that way.”
“You’re in for a big surprise.”
“Am I now?” you teased, sitting up right.
Spot pouted, "come back here."
"Spot," you placed your hand on top of his.
Once he realized you were serious, he straightened himself in the chair, flipping his hand over so he could rub circles on the back of your hand. "Something you want to tell me?"
"I don't know."
"I think you do know. You have a lot going on in that pretty little head if yours."
You rolled your eyes, "maybe."
"It's not maybe if I'm right."
You huffed, "alright fine. Maybe I want to know what- what we'd be."
He raised a brow, "you sure got a way of sayin things little sweetheart."
"I am anything but little to you."
"Maybe but you're still my little sweetheart."
"Who said I want to be your little sweetheart?"
"You don't want to be my significant other?" He stopped rubbing this thumb on your hand, hurt by what you said.
"Oh, I want to be your significant other but I don't want to be your little sweetheart."
"Too bad because if you're mine, you're my little sweetheart."
"Then I guess I'm your little sweetheart," you gave him a peck on the cheek, "only if you're my spotty boy," you said with a mischievous grin.
Spot shook his head, "You're not calling me that." He leaned back against the chairs, one arm on the back of yours.
You scooted closer, laying on him, head on his shoulder. You angled your head to look at him. "That's not fair. I should be able to call you something cute that you say you don't like but secretly love."
He turned his attention onto you, "so you do like your nickname."
You shook your head, "that's not the point."
"What is the point?"
"I want to call you something cute," you pout. "Fine if you don't want me to call you Spotty boy, what about... Spotty... Spots... Spotter... Sposter... Spooter... Spoot... Spoter..."
Spot had enough of the embarrassing nicknames. He knew you wouldn’t stop until he did something. He pinched your chin between his thumb and index finger, catching your attention. Bending his head down, he kissed you.
You closed your eyes, cupping his cheek as you began to kiss him back.
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"Still think they're just "talking."
Mush pursed his lips, grumbling under his breath, "fine," he stuck his hand in his pocket pulling out a dime.
"You won, happy now?"
"Happy now," Race mimicked, "'Course I am. I won the bet. Gotta go find the other lovers and get paid."
Mush rolled his eyes, shoving his friend’s shoulder.
-
You and Spot stopped kissing to catch your breath. "That was something wasn't it, Spotty boy."
"You're not gonna call me anything else are you?"
You shook your head, "no."
He rolled his eyes, kissing the top of your head. "You know you never officially asked me to be your significant other."
"Okay, will you finally be my significant other?"
"I don't know. That seems like something you should have asked earlier but I suppose I can make an exception."