Christina

"A rally? Jack, are you outta your mind?" I rubbed my forehead with the dirty palm of my hand.

Jack raised an eyebrow at me. "Trust me, Chris. It's a great idea. Besides, we could use all the help we can get."

"True."

Jack and I were sitting on the floor in the main area of the orphanage. There was a fireplace in the corner (which I really wished was on, because I was freezing). The old ceiling lights flickered. We were playing a pretty good card game. I was wining.

"Bullshit!" I slapped the cards, 100% sure that Jack was lying.

He didn't say anything until I completely turned the card over.

"Dammit, Chris!" Jack laughed. "How do you always know when I'm lying?"

I shrugged my shoulders. "I dunno. I just do."

"Whatever." Jack threw down the rest of his hand of cards.

"Sore loser." I whispered.

"Hey! I heard that!" Jack had a whiny tone to his voice.

I tried to conceal my giggles, but it was hard when Jack was acting like a little kid who wasn't getting their way.

"Stop laughing." He pouted, crossing his arms over his chest.

"I'm sorry." I let my last chuckle escape before I laced my hands together in my lap.

Jack suddenly was in a fit of laughter. "Chris, you are so gullible! I'm not mad that I lost. I'm not good at lying anyways." He struggled to get the words out between his laughs.

"Jack!" I playfully slapped him on the knee. "You're a jerk."

Jack smirked slyly. "I may be a jerk," he leaned so close to me that our lips were only millimeters apart. "but you are in love with me." He played with a strand of my hair gingerly.

The blood in my veins turned to ice with his touch. Goosebumps spread all over my body. I bit my lip and let my gaze drop down to my crisscrossed legs.

He lifted my chin up to meet his eyes again. Jack's lips touched mine and we were...kissing.

"We better...get to Brooklyn.." He managed to say between kisses.

***

"Why do we keep coming here? I hate it." I grumbled as Jack and I were about to enter Brooklyn.

"'Cause we keep needing the help." Jack said. I didn't really expect him to hear me.

"Why, isn't the infamous Jack Kelly!" a voice made Jack and I turn our heads.

The voice came from Spot Conlon (of course) who was standing on the railing of the bridge. My heart leaped a little out of my chest when he jumped down from the railing.

I mean, I don't like him, but I don't want him to fall.

The two friends spit-shook and exchanged greetings.

"You brought you girl, too," Spot noticed me. He did his signature smirk when he saw me roll my eyes. "Oh, c'mon, Chris. You don't still hate me, do ya?" his voice came out high-pitched.

"Don't make me hate you more, Spot." I moistened my lips.

Spot chuckled. "Like I said, you got yourself a feisty one, Jack."

I rolled my eyes at the comment.

It's been three days since we decided to go on strike...let's just say, things haven't been going too well.

Spot paced back and forth on the bridge. "A little bird has been chirping in my ear. Sounds like Jack's gang I'd playing like they are going on strike."

"Well, we ain't playing. We are on strike." I said, raising my eyebrows.

Spot suddenly got close in my face. So close, that I could feel his warm breath tickle my face.

"You know what? I was wrong, Jack. You don't just got yourself a feisty girl, but you also got yourself a walking mouth."

I pumped out my chest and said, "I ain't afraid of you."

"Oh, yeah?" he death glared me.

I returned the glare. "Yeah!"

"Then let's go. Right here, right now!"

Just as Spot and I were about to throw punches at each other, Jack stepped in the middle of us and pushed us away from each other.

"Stop it! Both of you!" Jack yelled, clearly frustrated at our behavior. He shoved me back hard enough to make my hat fall off. He almost made Spot lose his footing, be he corrected himself before he hit the ground. He readjusted his cane and vest. Once again, Spot and I exchanged death glares. Jack continued, "we don't have time for this...Spot!"

Spot took his eyes off of me and looked at Jack. "What?"

"We are gonna have a rally tonight. Do you mind spreading the word?" Jack lit a cigarette.

Spot was silent for a minute. "Yeah...I can do that for you."

Jack smiled and playfully slapped Spot on the shoulder. "Thanks, Spot."

"Now, get outta here before I get more pissed." Spot waved his arms frantically before walking off.

"Let's go," Jack wrapped his arm around my shoulder. There was a slight pause before he spoke again. "Oh, yeah. Next time, don't piss off Spot."

I scoffed and brushed a piece of hair out of my face. "Maybe he should stop being an ass."

"I'm afraid I can't change that," He blew out a cloud of smoke. "C'mon kid, we better get home before it gets dark."

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