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It was clear to Spot that he liked Race. He didn't realize it before the strike but now it was clear as Race's blue eyes. He had always felt at calm around the boy even though Race did everything he could to irritate him. All the times Race would flirt with him endlessly and Spot would secretly blush, all the times he would smirk like a fool and all the times he would say something stupid... How in the world Spot didn't realize he was in love with the stupid boy sooner?
They had known eachother for years but now with the realization that he had, it was impossible to think about anything else. And with both of them alone in an alleyway far from prying eyes, the only thing Spot was thinking about was just telling the boy how he felt. But, of course, it was just a far off thought that he could never do.
"Well, then I ran. Ducked into the alleyway which happened to be where you was!" Race finished his painfully long explaining with a smile while Spot looked more tired by the minute. He loved him but damn, he talked a lot.
"You was always quick on your feet and can talk for hours as usual." Even though he liked his rambling he would let him know that. He can handle his talking now but if he were to talk more he might just kiss him to shut him up.
"So, why is you here sittin' by yerself?" He asked.
"Since the strike things been busy, I just came here to sit alone for few minutes." That was indeed why he was there but the most of the "busy" he was talking about was the fact that he couldn't stop thinking about Race. "Just needed a breather that's all."
"Wanna smoke? I have a cigarette on me if ya want."
"I don't smoke, Race. You knows that."
"Right..." He gave little nod as he sat next him on the floor. "Well, you listens to my troubles so it's only right if I listens to yers."
Spot gave a mixed look between suprised and amusment. "Youse gonna sit and listen?"
"Why, not? I can listen if I wants you know! Not like I never listens to yer troubles." He protested.
"Well, most of the time you talks and I listen." This was the case for almost everyone Spot had met. He didn't like talking. He liked to talk to Race but he was never good with his words so he didn't speak for long. And his troubles was one thing he certainly never talked about not even with Race. "You talk. Maybe that'll cheer me up."
"You like it when I talks?" He gave a light chuckle.
Gosh, he liked his little laughters. "And youse suprised? If I didn't enjoy your company then I wouldn't've listen to you for hours everyday." Maybe he should have listen to his inner voice about not letting Race know the fact that he likes how he talks for hours. But the words just kind of slipped through when he was distrasted by Race's chuckle. He hoped that he wouldn't talk more than he normally did. No matter how much he loved the guy, he could not handle more of his talking not when he just sits there thinking about how pretty he is.
"I might just start talkin' more now!" Race was smiling ear to ear.
"Oh, God no!"
"You was just saying that you liked it and now you says you don't. Hurtful, very hurtful. Truly, I'm hurt." He wiped a non-existent tear from his eye with a fake sad expression. "Yer hurtful, Spot Conlon. Romance is dead in this city."
He tried to get up but Spot just grabbed his wrist and pulled him back down. "You just might be the most dramatic person ever, Higgins."
"Well, you like that 'bout me, don't ya? Admit it, I'm irresistible! You couldn't stay away even if you wanted." He smirked like a fool. A fool which he loved. And then Spot became the fool instead.
"You sure is and I sure as hell couldn't." It was like a spell was cast on him that made him forget that he wasn't just thinking in his head but rather saying. One tired day, one stupid joke and now he had made a big mistake.
Race was just sitting there speechless and confused. He knew he liked boys the way that he was suppose to like girls from an early age but he liked Spot as a friend. Right? That's what he'd tell himself to not have a miserable "he won't like me back" thoughts. But now, maybe it was different. He liked Spot... he loved Spot.
He isn't saying anything, shit,shit,shit... "Race, I-" he was cut by Race's lips against his. Spot's hand reached for his neck and pulled him closer. And then they broke off, leaving Spot spiraling in his head and breathless.
"Romance is not dead afterall." Race said unusally quieter than his usual tone of speech. Both just stared at eachother for a while, taking in what just happened.
"I-I really love you, Racetrack Higgins." And then they kissed again. Both of them trying to pull eachother close as much as possible. It didn't matter that they couldn't get closer they just pulled eachother in.
And after they finally broke off to catch a breath, Race started to laugh. He laughed louder and higher as he put his hand over his face like he was trying to conceal his laughter but of course, a laughter that loud could not be concealed by any means.
"Why are you laughin'?" Spot asked with a small laughter of his own. But the other boy couldn't stop laughing. "Come on, Race just stop laughin' for a sec. I'm serious." Though with a smile like that on his face it was very clear that he was infact not serious.
"It's just that I can't believe i just kissed ya and did not die." Race finally slowed down on the laughing. "And I love you too, Spot Conlon." All his laughter was replaced by a sweet soft smile now. The kind Spot had never seen before.
"And look, I did cheer ya up! Sure I might've not listen to yer troubles but still." He added enthusiastically.
"More than half of my troubles was you so you did solve 'em." Spot smiled. Which was a rare occasion if you were anyone other than Race.
Race gasped. "Yer sayin' I'm a trouble for ya? Oh, my feelings!" What a drama queen. Spot thought.
"Your stupid smile will always be my trouble, Racer. A trouble I likes but a trouble still."