Warnings: Soaking? Breaking and entering?
A/N I'm changing Knockout's name to Rock.
Third Person POV

Race stood next to Spot, on Spot's perch.

They stood there in silence, and had been for the last 30 minutes, just looking over all the Newsies.

It was fine though, since it was a comfortable silence.

That was, until Race decided to speak up. "How much longer do I'll have to switch selling partners?"

Spot sighs. "I don't know, Race. I really don't know."

Race sighs. "Okay, I was just wondering."

"Wanna play Poker?" Spot questions, grabbing a pack of cards.

Race smirks. "Sure."

The two boys sit down on the floor of his perch, and Spot starts passing out the cards.

"I'm gonna win" Race declares. Spot chuckles.

"This will be an interesting game since we've both beat each other at points" Spot responds. Race nods.

Race laughs. "I didn't know you could tie at Poker before that."

Spot laughs. "Me either. It was basically no one was winning and we were taking too long, so we decided it was a tie."

Race nods, still laughing a bit. "That was fun."

"Well, I'm glad you had fun" Spot responds. Race smiles.

After their game of Poker

After Race and Spot played Poker, to which Race won the round, they decided to play Slap Jack.

The other Newsies just stood there, watching them, as they were in their own world and didn't notice.

"They're adorable" Ace whispers to Smokes and Hotshot. Smokes smiles.

"They're perfect for each other" Smokes responds. Ace and Hotshot smile.

Hotshot smirks. "Now to embarrass both of them."

Ace snickers and Smokes slaps his arm. "Don't you dare!"

Hotshot shrugs, as Ace kisses Smokes, lifting him into a hug.

Smokes blushes, while Ace winks at Hotshot, giving him the okay to embarrass Race and Spot.

As for Race and Spot, they were still playing together.

Race and Spot slap the card at the same time.

"Ow!" Race exclaims, holding his hand.

Spot chuckles. "Sorry, you get the card though."

Race grins. "Well, I guess pain is worth it sometimes."

Spot chuckles. "That is it."

"Hey, lovebirds!" Hotshot shouts to them, snickering. "You two are really cute and all, but some of us are feeling really single down here! If you could turn the flirting down a notch, that would be appreciated!"

Race turns very red, very quickly, while Spot just flips Hotshot off.

Hotshot smirks. "Don't be mean, Conlon."

"Keep your mouth shut then, Phillips" Spot mocks. Hotshot laughs.

"I'm gonna go for a walk" Race decides, getting up.

Spot smirks, getting up as well. "You aren't allowed to go anywhere alone, and you don't have to be embarrassed. I like seeing you blush."

Spot pulls Race close to him, as Race blushes more.
"I don't like blushing though. I like seeing you blush."

Spot chuckles. "That's not happening, my friend."

Race pulls away from Spot, his head spinning. He looks down at the Brooklyn Newsies, and sees a very red Smokes in Ace's arms. "Hey Smokes!"

"Hi Race" Smokes mumbles, his eyes squeezed closed as he blushes a lot. Ace chuckles.

"Wanna go for a walk with me?" Race questions. Spot rolls his eyes, crossing his arms.

"Sure!" Smokes exclaims, pushing himself away from Ace, who pouts.

Race climbs down the perch, as Spot pouts. "Ace, our boyfriends are leaving us to go hang with each other."

Ace pouts as well. "I know. Talk about tough love."

"Maybe tease us less than. Remember, we aren't Ike" Smokes reminds them. The boys laugh.

"I know." Spot starts. "Cause we didn't fall for Ike. Hotshot did."

Hotshot blushes. "I deserved that."

Spot snickers. "You totally did."

Race and Smokes laugh, walking down the dock. "See you later! Stay out of trouble!"

"What if we say you can't go for a walk without a boy older than sixteen?" Spot questions. Smokes smirks.

"Hey Waves, wanna go on a walk?" Smokes calls to Waves, who nods.

"Noo! Waves, don't leave me" Skittery whines. Waves laughs, kissing Skittery's forehead before getting up.

Waves goes and stands next to Race up and Smokes, who high-five him, smirking.

Spot and Ace share a look. "Seventeen?"

"Catch" Smokes responds. Ace mumbles 'darn it'.

"Fine." Spot gives in. "You can go. Come back within an hour and stay safe."

The three boys high-five, waving, before they walk off.

"They're getting to be too smart for us" Ace stresses, turning to Spot, Red, Skittery, and Hotshot.

Spot laughs. "And they know our tricks."

"It's horrible" Ace complains, dramatically falling to the ground.

The other four boys laugh, looking at him. Ace laughs with them.

Later

Spot and Race laid asleep in Spot's bunk.

Spot was on the inside, near the wall, with his arms wrapped around Race's waist, and Race's back was facing Spot, while he was holding Spot's hands.

Someone stood over them, just watching the two of them.

He gently traced Race's face. "You look so peaceful when you're slipping. It's so different from when you're angry or just awake in general."

The boy was so focused on sleeping Race (creepy) that he didn't realize Spot was awake.

Who the heck? Spot thinks to himself. Is that-

Spot quietly gets up, making sure the boy couldn't see him getting up, because that would ruin his plan.

The boy just continues to stare at Race, but has stopped tracing along Race's facial features. "You look so much like Carson, it's a bit scary."

Spot cringes. He hated hearing that name.

"You both look so peaceful when you're sleeping" The boy whispers, pulling away from Race.

Spot had had enough of this at this point. "And you look very unconscious when I hit you over the head with something."

Before the boy can turn around, Spot smacks him over the head with his pimp-cane, causing the boy to fall to the floor, unconscious.

Spot cringes as he looks at him. "I don't know why you're here, Haste, but if you think we're that stupid, you are seriously wrong."

Spot quietly ties Haste's hands, before running to go grab Ace and Hotshot.

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