- Chapter 108 - More Spralbert lol -
Warnings: Mentions of abuse, injuries, being scared
Not modern, but not canon times
Third Person POV

A/N, this is for a book called 'All We See is Spralbert for Forever' that I'm writing, but I wanted to post it here as a sneak peak for one of the stories in it and because I'm sad and need comments to cheer me up lol. Enjoy!

Running.

Albert hated running.

And if he didn't hear the shouts of the boys behind him, he'd question why he was running.

It was because of his 'job' type thing.

Albert worked for a man named Snyder.

He was fully aware Snyder was a bad person, but to avoid beatings, he had to do what Snyder said.

Part of him wanted to get captured by the other team, but he knew it was a bad idea.

"Slow down!" One of the boys behind him, the brunette one, shouted.

Albert looks behind himself.

Even with his head start, the boys, mainly the blonde-haired and blue-eyed one, were starting to catch up to him.

Albert curses under his breath.

After a moment, he heard a shout and felt something land on him.

Albert was sent tumbling to the ground, someone on top of him.

They landed on the ground with a grunt from each, the blonde boy on top on Albert's back.

The brunette one sighs as he stands over them. "Race... you're gonna hurt yourself and the other person, that's why we tell you to not do that." He reminds him.

Albert turns his head to try to look at the blonde boy when his eyes met the brunette's brown eyes.

Albert felt his cheeks heat up. He's quite... hot.

Albert knew he was a Bisexual mess, but he didn't realize he could fall for someone by looking into their eyes.

Welp, now he knows.

The blonde boy snapped them out of their locked gazes. He was looking down at his knee and he had rolled up his pant leg. "I think it's bruising." He mutters confusedly, scratching the top of his head.

The brunette boy sighs deeply, looking exasperated and used to this. "Does it hurt?" He asks.

The blonde boy purses his lips.

Spot knew that face all too well. "Don't try to lie to me." He tells Race. "I know that's your 'is there a way I can lie about this and not get caught?' face." He states.

Race smiles sheepishly at him.

Albert exhales slowly. "Y'all are cute, but can you not?" He asks them.

Blush dusts Race's cheeks.

Spot smirks at Albert.

Gosh, Albert hated how hot he found the brunette boy's smirk.

"Are we cute couplily? Or do you mean we're cute appearance wise and that's why you're blushing?" The brunette boy responds.

Albert blushes. "Who even are you anyways?" He asks, acting annoyed.

The brunette boy's smirk widens, seeing straight through Albert's pretending, but still wanting to have fun with this. "Spot Conlon." He answers.

Albert's eyes widen. "Spot Conlon?" He repeats.

Spot nods. "Your name, kid?" He asks.

Albert falls silent. I shouldn't-

"Albert DaSilva." The blue-eyed boy answers, his pant leg still rolled up and his knee getting more swollen as the seconds passed.

Albert's eyes widen.

The blue-eyed boy pulls something out of his flannel. "I found his agent card before we hit the ground cause it fell out of his coat and then I was distracted by my knee hitting the ground." He informs them.

Spot takes the card from him. "And this is why I love you." He says.

The blonde boy blushes.

Albert looks between the two of them, half still laying on his stomach and half sitting up and turned over. "Is this a legal relationship?" He questions, pointing between the two of them. "You look like you're eleven and you look maybe eighteen." Albert comments.

The blonde-haired boy gasps in offense. "I am fifteen!" He exclaims. "And Spot's seventeen."

Albert looks at Race. "What's your name anyway?" He asks.

"Racetrack Higgins." Said blonde boy answers.

Albert's eyes widen. "Why is the King of the Brooklynites-" he starts.

"Brookies." Race giggles quietly.

Spot rolls his eyes, continuing to read over Albert's agent card.

Albert laughs. "I like that." He tells Race, pointing to him. "But seriously, why is the King of the Brookies-"

Race giggles.

"-and Manhattan's Second in Command running around Manhattan?" Albert finishes.

"To find some of Snyder's-" Spot lowers his voice when he says his name. "-agents." He holds up Albert's agent card. "And it looks like we accomplished our mission." Spot smirks.

Albert rolls his eyes.

Another boy runs over to them, looking really out of breath. "Next time-" he inhales deeply and dramatically. "Don't run off without me." He tells them. "Man, I hate third-wheeling you two." He mutters, his hands on his knees as he bends over to catch his breath.

Race smirks. "Can't keep up, Cortes?" He taunts.

Albert hated how hot he found both of their smirks.

'Cortes' rolls his eyes. "Shut up, Higgins." He scoffs. "Not everyone was named after being fast." He retorts. "I was named after a freaking bird!" He exclaims.

Race leans down next to Albert. "His name's Finch." He whispers in his ear.

Albert nods.

Spot hands Albert's agent card to Finch.

Finch reads it and then looks at Albert. "Albert DaSilva... aren't you one of Snyder's spies?" He asks.

Albert noticed Race visibly cringe at Snyder's name and Spot glare at Finch for a moment.

Albert groans. "I hate spying." He grumbles.

"Same." Race nods.

"But you," Spot points to Race. "Spy because you're small enough and good at it." He states.

Race glares at him.

Albert looks up at Spot. "You must be a spy too, because you aren't much taller than him." He comments, a smirk forming on his lips.

Finch's eyes widen and he bursts out laughing.

Spot glares at Albert.

Race had a smirk on his face. "See-" he starts.

"Hush, you." Albert presses a finger to Race's lips.

Race's face went bright red.

Spot smirks.

Finch raises his eyebrows. Did something happen while I was gone? He looks between the three of them.

"You're still short." Albert pats Race on the head.

Race glares at him.

"Alright," Spot starts. "We better get back to base." He states.

"Same here." Albert nods.

Spot smirks at him. "You're coming with us, DaSilva." He informs him, taking the agent card from Finch and slipping it in his pocket.

Albert didn't know whether to be happy or nervous because of that sentence.

What he did know was that these boys were cute and Spot was trying to get him to blush.

Which would explain the fact that he winked at Albert multiple times.

After tying Albert's hands behind his back like they did with everyone who worked for Snyder, Spot started leading Albert to the base.

Finch had picked up Race and both of them were bickering with each other quietly, pretending to be annoyed each other.

Spot informed Albert that this was normal.

It was still weird to him. He had friends who did this, but that was rare.

"Do you have a place for Albert to stay in Manhattan?" Spot asks Race, shooting Albert a wink for good measure.

Albert blushes, even though the wink was completely random, he was still caught off guard.

Race shrugs. "The bunk under mine is open." He informs him.

Spot nods.

Finch looks between the three boys. "Dear God!" He groans out loud. "I'm a fourth-wheel now!" He exclaims.

Race and Albert blush.

Spot was smirking more than he was blushing, though he was blushing a bit.

"I'm gonna have to talk to Jack about getting switched to a group with either one or both of my boyfriends." Finch mutters annoyedly.

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