Dear you by Bridget Kathleen (inspiring books for teens .txt) 📕

not be pretty or going to be easy at first. But staying would not be good for us. Even if we did have a choice."
"But what if we do have a choice?" Evelyn told her.
Bianca scoffed at the very idea. "Don't be absurd! Tell ya what...to cheer you up...come to the Ivring Hall with me and Race tonight. It'll be fun and its not a school night either. And on the plus side, Spot might be there."
Evelyn got up to be level with her friend. "First you tell me not to get too close to Spot and next you're telling me to go spend time with him."
Bianca laughed a little. "Well...You can spend time with him...as friends...Just don't get all lovey-dovey with him."
"Too late."
"WHAT?!" Bianca said a little too loud. "...What?"

Evelyn couldn't help but be the one laughing this time. "It happened a while ago. Don't worry."
"A while ago? Evelyn, this happened...A WHILE AGO...And you are now just telling me about this? C'mon! What happened? Spill the goods! Now!" She sat up straight, ready to hear about all the goodies.
"Well," started Evelyn. "A while ago I snuck out with Spot. He wanted to take me to an Irirsh Party."
"Mhm...Go on."
"And after the party...we sorta...kissed."
Bianca's jaw dropped a little. "Kissed...Kissed how?" Evelyn thought back to that night and then blushed. She remembered the way Spot's lips moved and carressed her lips; the hint of his tongue lingering on her wet lips, begging for entrance. "Oh MY GOD! You made out with him!" Bianca's eyes went wide and so did her smile.
"SHHH!" Evelyn shushed her friend. "It was hardly making out. It was for a few seconds and then he stopped."
Bianca calmed herself down and asked, "Why? Just like that? He just stopped?"
Evelyn nodded. "Yeah. I think he felt bad. Like, I think he thought he was taking advantage of me or something..."
Bianca slapped a hand on her heart and said, "Evelyn, bless your nieve young, little heart!"
"Oh quiet! You are hardly older than me." she blushed hard and crossed her arms. The two laughed it out and enjoyed the rest of their conversation. Evelyn was just glad that Bianca dropped the subject of leaving this time.

The Ivring Hall was packed as usual and Bianca had managed to drag Evelyn along with while Racetrack, Finn, Mush and another newise fallowed behind.
Ractrack placed a hand on Evelyn's shoulder, making her turn around. He leaned in close and whispered. "So uh...does Bianca have a Boy friend?"
Knowing full well where this was going, Evelyn grinned. "Why ya ask?"
He shrugged. "No reason."
"Then I guess I've got no reason to tell you." she began to turn around but Racetrack stopped her. "H-hold one cotton-picken-minute," he took a breath before talking again. "I wanna be her boy friend. Does she have one already though?"
Evelyn laughed a little. How cute was it that Racetrack had a thing for Bianca. "How old are you Racetrack Higgins?"
Racetrack cleared his throat and then said, "Thirteen." he said this rather proudly.
Evelyn raised a brow. "Too bad kid, Bianca's seventeen."
Race scoffed. "I don' care. Now tell me, does she got a boy friend?" Evelyn shook her head. Racetrack looked like he was about to jump for joy and pump his fist in the air but contained himself as Bianca turned around, handing them each a piece pf chocolate.
"They were handing them out by the handfull and only for 2 cents!" she handed them each two pieces.
"Where you get your earnings, if ya don' mind me askin'?" asked Finn, the Irish newise who always wore his cap no matter what, unless a pretty lady walked by.
"Evelyn and I are giving ten cents a week by Mr. and Mrs. O'Brian."
"Really? That seems real nice." said Finn. Everyone nodded.
Evelyn couldn't help but grin at Bianca as she ate her pieces of chocolate. "What?" asked Bianca.
"Nothin'."
"Then why you smiling at me all creepy like?"
"Pffft! No reason at all. C'mon!" Evelyn shoved the rest of her chocolate in her mouth and grabed Bianca's hand. "Let's go dance!"

Everyone was enjoying their time. The music was loud and catchy. It made you jump up from wherever you were standing and join in on the fun. People sang along with the music, others talked really loudly; some of the older folk sat at tables playing poker or having arm wrestling matches or contests to see who could drink the most before falling over, which was a heavly played "game". The lights were dim, but it was light enough to see everything and everyone, unless your top (meaning your head) was completely off from drinking too much. Evelyn was happy that she let Bianca talk her into coming. It might have been a little hot being surrounded by so many people and at times the smell would be most unpleasent, Evelyn enjoyed her time. Until that is someone ran into her, almost knocking her out of her shoes.
"Oi! My apologies miss!" the young man looked up at her; some of his hair clung to his forehead because of the sweat but there was no mistaking those gorgeous eyes.
"Spot!" Evelyn said.
"Evelyn?" Spot said. Both were very surprised. "What ya doin' heah for goily?" Before Evelyn could answer him she was intrupted by someone knocking Spot to the floor. The two young men wrestled on the floor for a minute and then it suddenly stopped and Spot came at him with a firery fist and nailed him down flat. Spot srang up from the floor, meeting Evelyn's gaze. "Sorry 'bout that, Eve. C'mon!"
"Wait, but...my friends..." Spot waved a hand at her, as in, don't worry about it, sort of wave and led her away from the passed out man that tackled Spot just seconds before.
"I really didn't I'd see ya's heah."
"Trust me," started Evelyn. "It wasn't my idea to come. Bianca talked me into it."
Spot laughed a little. "Well, bless her heart. Been thinkin' 'bout cha anyway."
Evelyn blushed. "H-have ya now?"
Spot led her to a more quiet and secluded area of the buidling. "Yeah. Eveh since we last talked, been wantin' ta talk to ya more."
"Me too." Evelyn admited.
Spot looked a little surpised. "Really?"
She nodded. "Mhm."
Spot smiled and brushed some of his hair out of his eyes. He inched closer to Evelyn's face and whispered to her. "Do ya's know what else I'se been thinkin' about?" Evelyn shook her head. "That kiss."
Evelyn blushed even more. "Oh...uh...Um...I see."
"C'mon...Ya can't tell me that ya haven't thought about it."
Evelyn looked down at her hands, twiddling nervously. "Is that why you brought me out here? To tell me this?"
"Eh...Kind of. I mean...I want a new start on things. Ya know?"
"On...us?" she asked.
Spot nodded. "Exactly!"
"And how do you suppose we do that?" Evelyn raised a brow and looked up at Spot.
"I thought that maybe we could start by...re-doing that kiss." Evelyn didn't know what to say or do. She was at a lose for words. Her heart began beating so fast that she could hear it and thought that maybe Spot could hear it too. "Are you nervous?" he asked her. "We don't HAVE to kiss. We can just...talk some more if ya like?"
Evelyn shook her head. "No. Kissings fine with me."
Spot smiled and before moving in for the kiss he said, "Thats fine with me too."

Their lips locked on to each other. Oh the sweet taste of Spot's lips on hers! Evelyn heavly yearned for this moment to happen again. She put her arms around Spot's neck and closed her eyes, she deepened the kiss by bringing herself closer to him and she felt him smile on her lips. Spot pressed her up against the wall and placed his hands on her hips and squeezed a little. Evelyn moaned with delight. There might have been no rainy effect or the sun setting behind them, but the sound of music in the background was drowned out by this very moment.
Spot stopped kissing for a moment and asked, "More?" Evelyn only had to nod and Spot began kissing her again. This time he hoisted her up so that she was now stradling him. Any modest person walking by would have gotten a disgusted look on their face seeing Evelyn's black leggings and brown boots in the air while Spot held on to her thighs and pressed his body on hers more as they leaned against the wall. Little did they that someone WAS watching them. It wasn't Bianca or Racetrack and his gang, but someone so unpleasent that it would have ended Spot and Evelyn's hot moment right on the spot. There standing across the hall, lingering somewhat in the shadows as a few drunks walked passed him and out of the Ivring Hall was Charles
Chapter 17: Close conflict

Spot Conlon walked to work early in the morning. His hang over was kicking his ass and he knew work was not going to be any faster than it had been. In fact, it was going to be a lot slower than usual. His head left like it was ready to burst and his mood for peoples stupidty was lower than ever. He opened the door to the district where he worked and repositioned his pink suspenders for more comfort and sat down for work. It wasn't long before Charles came over with a handful of papers.
"You need to fill these out." he told him.
Not again, Spot thought. "Didin' I'se tell ya dat it's not me problem dat you can't get your own woik done?"
"On the contrary," said Charles with a smirk. "This time these really are for you. Mr. O'Brian's orders. Don't wanna go makin' the bos angry now, do ya?" With that Charles lay the packet down.
Spot stood up from his chair and pushed the papers back at him. "I don't believe ya. 'Sides, I'se got otheh fella's to be lookin' out for. I don' need these dumb papers keepin' me from doin' it. Take these papers back."
Charles took a deep breath. "I understand that you are tired from your late night activities, but you have to take responsibility. I may not like you all that much, Conlon, but trust me on this when I tell you that these papers are for you to fill out."
Spot placed a hand on the packet and lifted some of the pages to look at them. "Lat night activities huh?" Spot slammed his fist on the packet of papers. "I don' like it when people spy on me. Got that? You'se keep ya damn business to ya self why don't ya."
Charles got an irritated look on his face and placed one hand in his pocket. "I'd be careful what you say, Conlon. Besides...Evelyn is a sweet girl. Don't you go messing with her head. She's my bride so keep your filthy Irish hands off of her."
Filthy? Irish? Hands? Spot's face went red as he heard those words. He had not only insulted him but threatened him too. Spot bent his shoulder back and then WHAM! Spot swung his fist at Charles as hard as he could and turned his fist at the right moment like a screw, knocking Charled flat to the floor.

A little taken back from Spot's blow, Charles slowly picked himself back up. He touched his lower left side lip and winced in pain. He looked at his