A/N-OMG OMG OMG!! HERE IT IS! CHAPTER NUMBER LAST! Haha. I still can't
believe it, I'm about to finish a story. Of course there will be the
sequel, so you have that to look forward to cause it's done...but it's not.
Muahahaha. Yep, I'm evil. I'm not telling you what she promised to do
until the sequel! HAHA. Sorry, I'm being cruel but it just didn't fit
into the end and it ends so perfectly. I'm going to miss your reviews.
Each and every one of them. So check in for my new stories and updates. I
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be greatly appreciated. I will start the sequel in probably a month or so,
giving some time to get my new stories up and running. Until then-
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN: A LESSON WELL LEARNED
Aurora stared at Spot in shock. Not only was he down on one knee in front of her, asking her to dance, but he had just said her full name. That couldn't possibly be a good sign.
"Uh..." she stammered. "...shoah" her answer came hesitantly but it satisfied Spot. He took her hand and pulled her up from the crate, dragging her to the dance floor. At first it was a bit awkward, as the two stood in the middle of all the dancing, well more like kissing, couples, until Spot took her hands, pulling her close to him, and she picked up from his lead.
"Yoah a sneaky one Conlon" she hissed in his ear, putting her head near his shoulder.
"I'm jus getting stahted" he hissed back. Aurora pulled her head back to see the ever present, ever so annoying smirk of his on his face. She opened her mouth to speak but Spot took the opportunity to spin her. He pulled her back into him, him grinning, her face indifferent.
"How?" she asked in a sharp whisper, inquiring as to how he found out the things he did.
"Don worry yoah pretty lil head about such things" he replied before leaning her down into a deep dip as the song ended. Before Aurora had a chance to storm off the dance floor, Spot took her by the hand and dragged her away from the docks and the commotion towards the warehouse.
"What ah you'se doin?" she snapped, but Spot only grinned and pulled her inside. He led her to a door she hadn't noticed before, which Spot pulled open, revealing a staircase going up. They took the stairs, which lead to a door on the roof of the warehouse. Spot pushed the door open, holding it for Aurora, who stepped out in front of him.
"Ain't da stah's beautiful?" Spot said, stepping out behind her, while gently closing the door.
"Yeah...shoah" she said in a very distracted manner. "Alright. What now Conlon?" she demanded. It had dawned upon her earlier that he was attempting to win the bet, meaning he was going to try to make her smile, and she was trying her best to remain stoic.
"Com heah" he pulled her over to the edge of the roof, where he sat down, dangling his legs over the side. She hesitated, but after deeming it safe, sat down next to him, also putting her legs over the side. From where they were sitting the docks and the party was visible. The party now looked like a bunch of little lights and tons of little ants. To herself, Aurora admitted the view was great.
"I often come up heah ta think" Spot began. He stole a glance at Aurora, who was staring out into the distance, listening but not looking. "And I've been thinkin. Evah since you'se arrived, I haven't felt da same. Theah's somethin about you'se. Dat's why I protected you'se from yoah uncle, dat's why I tried so hard ta win dis bet. Aurora..." Spot looked over at Aurora, who was now looking intently at him. "I don want you'se ta leave."
"Wha?!?" she said in surprise.
"It seems kinda strange huh?" he said with a nervous laugh. "Da King of Brooklyn pleadin wit a thief. But da truth is I really do care about you'se. It's hard ta explain...but dat's how it is" Aurora's jaw had dropped by now, hearing this confession, and she sat there, staring at him in utmost shock.
"Five minutes ago, I was about ready ta kill you'se" she stated, looking back over the edge. "And now...I dunno what ta say" she looked down at her hand, avoiding looking at him, and she shivered from the cool air of the night. Spot took this opportunity to take off the suit jacket he was wearing and drape it over her shoulders. There was silence for a few seconds before he heard her mutter. "Damn you'se Spot" a grin fell over his face as he leaned over to look at her face, a small smile, but it was a smile, across her lips.
"I win" he whispered to her, before pulling his head back up. Her head shot up, the smile was gone, replaced by her anger.
"So dat's it?" she demanded. "Ya only said dat stuff so you'se could win? You don really care do you'se? It' jus a game isn't it? Dat's all it is to ya. A game. Shoah, ya won, but it aint ovah!" she jumped up from the ledge, and Spot did too.
"NO!" he exclaimed, grabbing her wrist and stopping her, although she still had her back to him. "I was telling da truth. I DO care about you'se Aurora" she turned abruptly to look at him, the look on her face was softer. She blinked her eyes tightly shut and then averted her glance downwards but Spot tucked hi hand under her chin and lifted her head up. "I care" he said simply before leaning in and kissing her. At first she flinched from the shock but then gave in a little. Suddenly, she pulled away from his arms, turning her back.
"I can't do dis" she said strongly. "It ain't right" he grabbed her by the shoulders, pulling her back around so he could see her face.
"What do you'se mean it ain't right?" he demanded, his voice fiercer than he wanted it to sound.
"I don wanna leave eithah Spot" she admitted. "Foah da foist time evah I feel like I belong somewheah. I feel like I belong heah. I don wanna ruin dat. I don wanna become anothah of yaoh countless goils who mean nothin to ya."
"Ya wouldn't!" he exclaimed but Aurora shook her head.
"I'm sorry Spot" she said with a sigh. "I jus...can't."
"Well what can you'se do?" he asked, a hint of dejection in his voice.
"I can respect you'se" she said, sticking out her hand. "And I do" Spot stared at her hand, before grasping it with his and giving it a shake.
"I suppose dat'll do foah now" he said with a shrug. Aurora let go of his hand and looked down at the ground, almost in embrassment for what she was about to say.
"Thank you'se Spot" she mumbled.
"Foah what?"
"Foah givin me a place ta be" she looked up, her eyes twinkling, and her lips curved in a very small smile. "Foah givin me a place wheah I feel like I can belong. But most of all, foah teachin me how ta smile again."
*plays Handel's Hallelujah Chorus*
HALLELUJAH! HALLELUJAH! HALLELUJAH HALLELUJAH HALLELUJAH
I AM DONE
*does another happy dance* you cannot possibly imagine the extreme amount of pride I am feeling right now. This is the first story I have EVER EVER finished! I MAKING HISTORY RIGHT HERE!!
well, I hope you all enjoyed the story, I hope to see reviews from lots of people(wouldn't it be awesome if I could get 100 reviews? Like as a reward for my accomplishment? Haha jk) and I should be getting my new stories up soon!
~Hope~
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN: A LESSON WELL LEARNED
Aurora stared at Spot in shock. Not only was he down on one knee in front of her, asking her to dance, but he had just said her full name. That couldn't possibly be a good sign.
"Uh..." she stammered. "...shoah" her answer came hesitantly but it satisfied Spot. He took her hand and pulled her up from the crate, dragging her to the dance floor. At first it was a bit awkward, as the two stood in the middle of all the dancing, well more like kissing, couples, until Spot took her hands, pulling her close to him, and she picked up from his lead.
"Yoah a sneaky one Conlon" she hissed in his ear, putting her head near his shoulder.
"I'm jus getting stahted" he hissed back. Aurora pulled her head back to see the ever present, ever so annoying smirk of his on his face. She opened her mouth to speak but Spot took the opportunity to spin her. He pulled her back into him, him grinning, her face indifferent.
"How?" she asked in a sharp whisper, inquiring as to how he found out the things he did.
"Don worry yoah pretty lil head about such things" he replied before leaning her down into a deep dip as the song ended. Before Aurora had a chance to storm off the dance floor, Spot took her by the hand and dragged her away from the docks and the commotion towards the warehouse.
"What ah you'se doin?" she snapped, but Spot only grinned and pulled her inside. He led her to a door she hadn't noticed before, which Spot pulled open, revealing a staircase going up. They took the stairs, which lead to a door on the roof of the warehouse. Spot pushed the door open, holding it for Aurora, who stepped out in front of him.
"Ain't da stah's beautiful?" Spot said, stepping out behind her, while gently closing the door.
"Yeah...shoah" she said in a very distracted manner. "Alright. What now Conlon?" she demanded. It had dawned upon her earlier that he was attempting to win the bet, meaning he was going to try to make her smile, and she was trying her best to remain stoic.
"Com heah" he pulled her over to the edge of the roof, where he sat down, dangling his legs over the side. She hesitated, but after deeming it safe, sat down next to him, also putting her legs over the side. From where they were sitting the docks and the party was visible. The party now looked like a bunch of little lights and tons of little ants. To herself, Aurora admitted the view was great.
"I often come up heah ta think" Spot began. He stole a glance at Aurora, who was staring out into the distance, listening but not looking. "And I've been thinkin. Evah since you'se arrived, I haven't felt da same. Theah's somethin about you'se. Dat's why I protected you'se from yoah uncle, dat's why I tried so hard ta win dis bet. Aurora..." Spot looked over at Aurora, who was now looking intently at him. "I don want you'se ta leave."
"Wha?!?" she said in surprise.
"It seems kinda strange huh?" he said with a nervous laugh. "Da King of Brooklyn pleadin wit a thief. But da truth is I really do care about you'se. It's hard ta explain...but dat's how it is" Aurora's jaw had dropped by now, hearing this confession, and she sat there, staring at him in utmost shock.
"Five minutes ago, I was about ready ta kill you'se" she stated, looking back over the edge. "And now...I dunno what ta say" she looked down at her hand, avoiding looking at him, and she shivered from the cool air of the night. Spot took this opportunity to take off the suit jacket he was wearing and drape it over her shoulders. There was silence for a few seconds before he heard her mutter. "Damn you'se Spot" a grin fell over his face as he leaned over to look at her face, a small smile, but it was a smile, across her lips.
"I win" he whispered to her, before pulling his head back up. Her head shot up, the smile was gone, replaced by her anger.
"So dat's it?" she demanded. "Ya only said dat stuff so you'se could win? You don really care do you'se? It' jus a game isn't it? Dat's all it is to ya. A game. Shoah, ya won, but it aint ovah!" she jumped up from the ledge, and Spot did too.
"NO!" he exclaimed, grabbing her wrist and stopping her, although she still had her back to him. "I was telling da truth. I DO care about you'se Aurora" she turned abruptly to look at him, the look on her face was softer. She blinked her eyes tightly shut and then averted her glance downwards but Spot tucked hi hand under her chin and lifted her head up. "I care" he said simply before leaning in and kissing her. At first she flinched from the shock but then gave in a little. Suddenly, she pulled away from his arms, turning her back.
"I can't do dis" she said strongly. "It ain't right" he grabbed her by the shoulders, pulling her back around so he could see her face.
"What do you'se mean it ain't right?" he demanded, his voice fiercer than he wanted it to sound.
"I don wanna leave eithah Spot" she admitted. "Foah da foist time evah I feel like I belong somewheah. I feel like I belong heah. I don wanna ruin dat. I don wanna become anothah of yaoh countless goils who mean nothin to ya."
"Ya wouldn't!" he exclaimed but Aurora shook her head.
"I'm sorry Spot" she said with a sigh. "I jus...can't."
"Well what can you'se do?" he asked, a hint of dejection in his voice.
"I can respect you'se" she said, sticking out her hand. "And I do" Spot stared at her hand, before grasping it with his and giving it a shake.
"I suppose dat'll do foah now" he said with a shrug. Aurora let go of his hand and looked down at the ground, almost in embrassment for what she was about to say.
"Thank you'se Spot" she mumbled.
"Foah what?"
"Foah givin me a place ta be" she looked up, her eyes twinkling, and her lips curved in a very small smile. "Foah givin me a place wheah I feel like I can belong. But most of all, foah teachin me how ta smile again."
*plays Handel's Hallelujah Chorus*
HALLELUJAH! HALLELUJAH! HALLELUJAH HALLELUJAH HALLELUJAH
I AM DONE
*does another happy dance* you cannot possibly imagine the extreme amount of pride I am feeling right now. This is the first story I have EVER EVER finished! I MAKING HISTORY RIGHT HERE!!
well, I hope you all enjoyed the story, I hope to see reviews from lots of people(wouldn't it be awesome if I could get 100 reviews? Like as a reward for my accomplishment? Haha jk) and I should be getting my new stories up soon!
~Hope~