Newsies (2017) - Spot Conlon x Reader#81. “Can I kiss you?”#82. “Bring your pretty little butt over here.”

As a Manhattan newsie, sometimes you had to go to the other boroughs for business. You were always most excited to go to Brooklyn though. The place where the king was happy to see you and you were also treated like royalty.

You had even thought of moving across the bridge at one point, but you knew that you would miss Jack and the other boys too much, so you kept delaying making any concrete plans on relocation. That didn’t mean you didn’t love Brooklyn though.

The streets were alive, as they were all over New York, but it contained a different kind of energy. One that never failed to get your blood pumping.

You could hear that blood flowing through your ears as you raced to the docks where Spot would be. Slowing down to catch your breath before you saw him, you waved hello to the Brooklyn boys you passed. They waved in return and your face grew into a smile as you thought of Spot’s face when he saw you.

Your date night wasn’t for another two days and you weren’t usually sent to Brooklyn because you could get a little sidetracked. But no one stopped you as you volunteered, so here you were.

Sauntering around a corner, you see Spot and his slingshot, aiming at a line of bottles. Spot was too focused on his targets to notice you, but the other boys couldn’t contain their smiles at the sight of you. They knew how much you meant to Spot and that you could get away with most anything when it came to messing with him.

As you made your way behind him, you leaned in and whispered in his ear, “Bullseye,” which caused him to jump and miss. The other boys laughed openly, knowing that Spot wouldn’t do anything with you there. Turning to you, his scowl immediately softened. Eyes sparkling, he grabbed you and lifted you, twirling around until you squealed.

When he finally set you down, he pulled you close and whispered, “Can I kiss you?“

“Do you really have to ask?” you ask in a teasing tone.

“Well excuse me for trying to be a gentleman,” he scoffs before pulling you in for a passionate kiss. The boys around you whooped and hollered but the second Spot pulled away and sent them a glare, they went quiet. “So what brings my favorite newsie to my borough?”

Your tone is joking as you answer him, “Business, I’m afraid. I’m supposed to deliver this super special package to the leader, have you seen him?”

“I may have seen him around… How about you come with me and I’ll take you to him?” Spot replied with a devilish smile.

“I’d love to, but Jack and the other boys are waiting for my return.” You turned to act like you were leaving, stepping out of Spot’s grip, “I guess I can just deliver it tomorrow if he’s not here.”

“Bring your pretty little butt over here,” Spot called you after only a few steps. He had that deeper tone in his voice that he used whenever he was giving orders. When you turn around to face him, his eyes are smoldering and you feel your heartbeat pick up again.

You notice that the boys who were previously loitering around have dispersed, so you throw a little more swagger into your step as you make your way closer to Spot. “Yes, your majesty?” you ask with a smirk.

He pulls you close again, your noses are almost touching. Looking deep into his eyes you feel a shiver go down your spine from the intensity you see. “How about we get some dinner to go over this business? I can’t make any promises when you’ll get back to Manhattan, but–”

Newsies (2017) - Albert Dasilva x Reader - Modern AU#4. “God, you’re pretty.”#12. “You take the bed, you need it more than me.”

It had been a long day, but what else was new? As you fumbled with your best friend Albert’s apartment key, you let out a sigh of frustration. How come it was so hard to do simple things when you were tired? You had been looking forward to hanging out all week and now you were too exhausted to even get through the front door.

Fortunately, he heard you outside and opened the door for you, a smile on his face as he stepped aside and let you in. Dropping your bag by the door, you immediately headed for the couch, flinging yourself onto the soft cushions.

“Glad to see you too,” he teased before heading back to the kitchen. Your nose and the scents from the other room roused you from your slump, and you found yourself peeking in to see what he was cooking.

You then noticed that he had an apron on and was humming as he stirred something at the stove. Curiously stepping closer, you were hit with another wave of aroma and you found yourself becoming enchanted. He turned around and gave you another smile, his eyes crinkling with the joy contained in his look.

He looked like the image of domesticity. His red hair ruffled after a day of work, his focus on you, that was something that made your heart clench. If you could come home to this every day you would be in heaven.

“God, you’re pretty,” you say, brain freezing once the words leave your mouth. Your eyes widen and you quickly turn around, trying to hide your obvious blush.

“You’re not so bad yourself,” he calls after you with a chuckle. You face plant onto the couch and bury your face into the nearest pillow, desperately trying to be eaten by the cushions. Note to self, you think, don’t speak when exhausted.

Eventually, you feel a presence next to you as the couch moves with Albert’s weight. “Hey,” he calls softly. You let out a small groan in acknowledgement. He lets out a small laugh before giving you a nudge. “I bring food.” At that, you perk up and eagerly take the plate from his hands.

The smell is even better up close, and it tastes even better. Albert really needed to teach you how to cook someday, but for now you would stick to inhaling the things that he made.

Albert also ate, turning on the tv and putting on a movie, but you weren’t really paying attention to it. Your eyes unconsciously closing after you finished the meal. He noticed and have you another nudge which you grumbled at, head finding its way to resting on his shoulder.

You could feel the pillow underneath you tense, but you ignored it, snuggling further into the warmth next to you, too tired to care. Until you were brought back to the waking world by Albert’s words.

“You take the bed, you need it more than me. Unless you really want to sleep on me.“ Your eyes shot open and met his. He had a small smile on his face and you decided to take a chance. Turning your head and closing your eyes again, you resettled on his shoulder.

Newsies (2017) - Spot Conlon x Reader#17. “Come over here and make me.”

You and Spot had been at odds for the past few weeks. With the weather getting progressively colder, you had been trying to get Spot to wear a jacket, but being the stubborn Newsie he is, he refused.

No matter what you tried to do, he would get out of it. Leaving before the bell rang, getting one of the guys to cover for him, pretty much anything. Finally one day you decided to use a different approach.

Grabbing one of Spot’s shirts that morning, you got ready then started to head out without a coat. That sure got his attention, and before you were able to walk out the front door of the lodging house he was calling after you.

“(Y/N)! What the hell do you think you’re doing? Put on a damn coat!”

“Come over here and make me,” you replied. You knew that pushing Spot could be a bad idea, but if he wasn’t going to listen to you maybe you could show him how you felt when he didn’t listen to you.

You could see him clench his jaw from across the room, but you left anyway. None of the newsies attempted to follow you, all of their focus was on Spot, wondering what he was going to do.

He rubbed a hand over his face before letting out a sigh. He turned and finished getting ready himself, this time actually putting on a jacket. Spot also grabbed yours before heading out to the circulation desk.

After Spot walked out the door, they got back to getting ready, but at a slower pace. If you two were going to fight, they didn’t want to be there to see it.

Spot quickly caught up to you, and although you tried to not look cold in front of him, you couldn’t contain your shiver as a gust of wind blew past you. As he fell into step next to you, he didn’t say anything, just holding your jacket out to you.

You gazed over at him and saw that he was actually wearing another layer, and you couldn’t suppress your smile. Taking the coat, you stopped to put it on. When you turn to Spot, he seems sheepish.

“Look, I’m sorry I wasn’t listening to you about the stupid coat, but I have my reasons, okay?”

“And those reasons are what exactly? Because you do know that if you don’t wear a coat you can get sick, right? And not a lot is worth getting sick over, so you better have a good explanation, Conlon.” You crossed your arms at him, waiting for a response, but he refuses to meet your eyes.

Spot lets out a sigh before grabbing your hand and pulling you close. “I was letting one of the younger newsies use my jacket instead. He gets cold easily, and I knew I could handle it.”

Your hand cups his cheek and you pull him in for a kiss. “That’s very sweet of you, but we can get that kid a jacket of his own, and then you can be a good example and wear yours. Deal?”

He lets out a small chuckle. “Deal. Do we get to seal it with a kiss?” He asks cheekily, pulling you closer. You let out a giggle in return and give a nod, pulling him in for another kiss.

After a few moments though, you feel a tug on your jacket. Turning, you see one of the smaller newsies there. Spot takes off his coat and gives it to the little one, who puts it on before heading off towards the gate. You can’t help but chuckle as you watch him move down the sidewalk, the fabric of the jacket hanging loosely from his small frame.

Newsies (2017) - Racetrack Higgins X Reader - Canon Era#91. Sorry I’m protective over the things I love.

After a long day of selling, you and the other newsie boys decided to go to Jacobi’s as a nice way to relax. It was a weekday so there weren’t too many people hanging around, meaning you guys got to play darts and not really care whether you were being too rowdy.

You had just stepped up for your turn and were taking aim when one of the boys decided to playfully flirt with you. “You know, (Y/N), you should let one of us show you how to throw first, don’t want you hurtin’ yourself.”

Letting out a scoff, you threw the dart and got pretty close. “I think you’re the one who could use some lessons,” you teased. The guys laughed and badgered the one who tried to distract you. Taking aim again, another boy decided to speak up.

“I’d love a lesson from the lovely (Y/N), is 7 tonight a good time for you?” he asked with a cheeky grin.

You pretended to consider it, letting out a thoughtful hum, before blowing a raspberry at him and letting the dart fly, again getting close to the center, but still not close enough. Letting out a sigh in exasperation, you tried to center yourself.

“I’ll buy you dessert if I get a lesson,” Romeo tried to bribe you, but you shook your head at him.

“C’mon, Ro, you think I’m only worth dessert? You know I’m at least worth a date to the theater,” you shot him a smile. He raised his hands in surrender before laughing, which got a laugh out of you as well.

“Will you take the shot already, some of us also want a turn,” someone grumbled.

“Well then get them to stop distracting me, it’s not my fault I’m trying to concentrate,” you say in playful frustration. The newsies settle down and you take a breath, looking at the target, you take careful aim and concentrate.

Finally feeling ready, you let the last dart fly, and it takes you a moment to realize that you got a bullseye. The boys are all cheering and crowd around you, congratulating you and hugging you. When they finally settle down there are a few who stick to you and keep flirting with you. You tolerate them, sometimes flirting back, but then you notice Race leaning against the wall looking gloomy.

You try to think of why he could be upset, but you aren’t given long to dwell on it until another newsie is stepping up to play and you get caught up watching him. However, in the middle of the new match one of the boys near you tries to wrap his arm around your shoulder, and then Race is in front of you, grabbing your arm and pulling you outside.

He doesn’t give you time to speak as he pushes you against the wall of the alley and places his lips on yours. You melt into the kiss and can’t help but let out a chuckle when he finally pulls away. “Well, somebody’s jealous,” you tease.

“Sorry I’m protective over the things I love,” he says in a playfully serious tone. You grab one of his hands and intertwine your fingers, moving your other hand to cup his cheek and pull him back in for another kiss. One turns into two and soon you’re making out, completely lost in the feeling of him.

When air becomes a necessity, you rest your forehead against his. After a few moments of silence you say, “You know that that wouldn’t be a problem if we just told them we were dating.”

“Uh, did you guys think we didn’t already know?” Romeo calls from a few feet away. You and Race turn to see most of the boys at the entrance to the alley and you can’t contain your laugh. Most of them have their arms crossed and a fake stern look on their faces.

“Yeah, we were just trying to find out if we were right,” Albert calls from next to him, “Pay up Rome, I was right.”

“Hey, I said they were dating, you were the one who said they weren’t!”

“No, you said that you could get (Y/N) to go on a date with you as proof they weren’t. You not only got turned down, they were already dating, so pay up.”

You left them squabbling and walked with Race back into the restaurant. “Dessert on me?”

“Hmmm, I don’t know, you’ll have to ask my boyfriend, he’s really protective of me apparently.”

Newsies (2017) - Albert da Silva X Reader - Canon Era#90. “You can tell me anything.”

Valentine’s Day was here yet again, and it was rough. The sight of flowers everywhere and happy couples strolling down the streets of New York were constant reminders that you were alone on this holiday of love. Well, not entirely alone.

“You sell any more papes?” Albert calls out to you from across the street. You shake your head at your selling partner and he waves you over to him. As you make your way across the lane you see him sell another paper before turning to you. “Want to grab some lunch? Maybe we’ll get some more customers over near Jacobi’s.”

Right on cue, your stomach growls, causing Albert to laugh and grab your hand. “I guess we better get going then.” Feeling your cheeks heat up, you don’t answer and try to ignore the butterflies in your stomach.

When you arrive at Jacobi’s, the owner gets you a secluded table and walks away, giving Albert a wink as he leaves. You give Al a quizzical look, but he just shrugs it off. Deciding to split a sandwich, you place your order and start talking about anything.

You’re in the middle of laughing at something Albert said when you notice Race and a few other newsies enter the restaurant. About to call them over, Albert stops you, saying something about how Race thought he was getting sick and didn’t want to spread it.

Raising an eyebrow and motioning to the other newsies around the supposedly sick newsie, Albert sheepishly replied with the excuse, “They’re already sick?”

Deciding to not question him, you let it be. Going back to your conversation the food soon arrives and you dig in. Not long afterwards you’re finished and ready to head back out and sell the rest of your papers, but are surprised when Jacobi brings over another plate with a large cookie on it.

Confused, you look at him. “Um, Jacobi, we didn’t order dessert.”

“Oh, I know, this is ‘on the house’ for the holiday. Enjoy, lovebirds.” And then he’s once again gone. Cheeks flushed, you glance at Albert to see his cheeks just as red.

“We shouldn’t let it go to waste.” You nod, and Albert takes the initiative to break it up into pieces, giving you the bigger half. Eating in silence you start to feel the uncomfortable weight of words unsaid.

“Is there anything on your mind?” You ask. “You can tell me anything. You know that right?” Albert lets out a sigh and finishes off his half of the cookie. When you’re done, he drops some money on the table before grabbing your hand and pulling you outside.

When you’re in the alley next to the restaurant and away from everyone else, he finally looks at you, his eyes open and honest. As your about to ask him what was going on, he mumbles a quiet, “Here goes,” before planting his lips on yours.

You let out a muffled cry into the kiss, before you return it with the same passion. Albert’s hands grab hold of your waist, and your hands tangle in his hair, knocking his hat off his head. Startled by a noise from the entrance to the alley, you both pull away to see you have an audience.

“Finally!” Race shouts as he sees your arms still wrapped around each other.

“I told you that cookie would do the trick!” Romeo says from beside him. The two exchange high fives and you bury your head in Albert’s neck, trying to hide from the boys.

“Next time, tell me first, please?” You ask.

“Definitely,” Albert replies. “But we did get a cookie out of it.”

Newsies (2017) - Davey Jacobs x Female!Reader - Aged Up Canon Era AU#70. “If I marry them?”#71. “You’re my fake husband/wife/spouse, deal with it.”

You couldn’t believe what was coming out of your friend’s mouth. They had decided that you fancied one of the people in your sociology lecture and would not drop it, no matter how hard you tried.

“So when’s the wedding?” They pestered you, a smile on their face.

“What are you talking about?” You asked, confused. When they pointedly looked at the supposed object of your affections you couldn’t withhold your groan. “I barely know them! And it’s not like I’m looking for someone right now anyway.”

“‘Barely know them’? I saw you two talking in the library just the other week! Methinks you doth protest too much!”

“That was a coincidence. They had a book I needed and I was asking to use it. Nothing more or less. And besides, if I marry them my husband would have a heart attack,” you replied, a somewhat risky idea forming in your head.

“Hold on! What? 'If I marry them’? 'Husband’? Who are you? And what have you done with (Y/N)?”

“Well maybe I didn’t want you intervening in my love life for a reason?” At that your friend grew quiet. You thought they had finally decided to drop it until they said the words that could lead to your downfall:

“I want to meet your husband.”

But of course, you couldn’t back down now, so you agreed. “Alright. We’ll meet you for lunch tomorrow at Jacobi’s. Noon, don’t be late!” And then you hurried away, needing to find a suitable candidate for this to work.

You bobbed and weaved through New York’s busy foot traffic, desperately searching for a recognizable face. Eventually you happened upon Davey, the perfect face for the job. Trying to catch your breath before you approached him, he couldn’t stop a smile from forming once he saw you.

Rushing over to him you immediately invited him to lunch tomorrow, not yet saying why. He agreed and you talked for a few more minutes before he had to go and pick up Les from school. “I might be a little later than noon though, because I have a class until 11:45.”

“That’s fine. See you tomorrow then!” And with that you waved goodbye. So far so good with your plan.

You knew that coming right out and asking him to be your fake husband would lead to trouble, so springing it on him and repaying him with lunch was the best idea you had. Davey was the best candidate having known you the longest, and on top of that he was a gentleman. He would make a nice husband someday, and for tomorrow, he was yours.

The next morning you were slightly nervous, and your nerves grew as you entered Jacobi’s. Your friend was already sitting at a table. “Where’s this 'husband’ of yours?” They asked as you sat down.

“He’s coming from a class, so he might be late.”

“He can’t be late if he isn’t real.” Giving them a pointed look, they relented. “Fine, I’ll give him until 12:30. If he isn’t here by then, I’m setting you up with that person from sociology.”

But you were saved the worry when you saw Davey come through the door. You excused yourself to walk over to him, linking your arm with his. He gave you a confused look, and you told him quietly, “You’re my fake husband, deal with it. You get lunch out of it, so I think it’s worth the trouble.”

You could hear his chuckle and knew he would go along with it, even if it was just to get a funny story out of it. When you introduced your friend to Davey, you could tell they were impressed. “So how did you two meet?”

“I sell newspapers when I need a little more spending money and have a few hours between classes, so it just kind of became routine to sell a pape to (Y/N) here,” he gave you a loving look, “soon we got to talking about other things and the rest is history.”

“Why don’t you wear rings?” Your friend asked suspiciously.

At that, you jumped in. “Technically we aren’t married yet. The two of us still in school, finances are less than ideal. But we love each other and know the second we can, we’ll tie the knot.”

They end up asking a few more questions, but by the end of lunch, they’re placated and happy that you had someone nice to spend the rest of your life with. “I guess I have to get off your back now, but it was so fun to pester you. I wish you two all the best, and I’ll be off!”

You said your goodbyes and you were left alone with Davey. He chuckled as you turned to him. “So, fake husband, huh?” He asked, teasing.

“Sorry, but you were the best person for it, and I knew you’d play the role well. Maybe you should go into acting instead of law.” He shook his head at you.

“Nah, I’ll stick to my books. The stage is more of Race’s thing, the drama king he is.” You shared a laugh and continued talking until the lunch rush was gone, having to leave when Jacobi started cleaning up.

Davey offered to walk you home, since, “That’s what a respectable husband would do,” and so you accepted. But as you approached your doorstep, you didn’t want it to end. You had a lot of fun with Dave, and you appreciated him more than he would ever know.

“Hey, do you maybe, want to do that again sometime?” He suddenly asked, a hand rubbing the back of his neck.

“Like a date?”

“Yeah. I had a lot of fun, and I’ve been meaning to ask you out for a while.” You couldn’t stop a smile from growing on your face if you tried.

“Well as your fake wife, I think I have to agree. As well as since I’ve been meaning to ask as well.”

Sharing a shy look, you leaned up and placed a gentle kiss on his cheek. “Thanks for the wonderful time, Mr. Jacobs.”

Newsies (2017) - Spot Conlon X Reader - Modern High School AU#44. I can’t believe you didn’t remember

You could say you were slightly nervous to invite Spot over to your house. It wasn’t anything formal, you two were just going to go over the lab report you had to write and everything was going to be fine. Or at least that’s what you continued to tell yourself.

When the knock on the door came that Saturday afternoon, you felt your heartbeat pick up. It wasn’t going to be weird. It didn’t matter that you two had been childhood best friends or that Spot had left you to join a group of boys in middle school. You two were almost adults and could do this without it being uncomfortable.

But those thoughts completely flew out the window the second your eyes landed on him. “Come on in,” you said, stepping back and trying to look anywhere but at him. “We can work in the dining room if you want, or my room if you’re cool with that. My chairs are comfier.”

“You’re room is fine.” And then you were leading him there. You could see his head moving all around to take in the items on the walls in your peripheral vision, and you felt a little self conscious as you finally entered your room.

“Here we are,” you said with a little gesture. “Um, so do you want to get started on the–”

“Oh my god,” Spot interrupted you. You turned to see where he was looking and hurriedly grabbed it from in front of him, moving to stick it in your dresser. After the drawer closed, the air in the room could be cut with a knife. “I can’t believe you kept that,” you heard him whisper.

“It’s just something sentimental,” you said dismissively. “Can we get to work on the report now?”

“Do you remember what I said when I gave that to you when we were kids?” When you refused to look at him, he answered himself. “I said that if you kept it safe, I’d keep you safe.”

Staying silent, he moves next to you, but you stop him when he tries to open the drawer. “I don’t remember you saying that.”

“Really?” He asked, looking at you, trying to meet your gaze. “I can’t believe you didn’t remember. Because why else would you want to keep an old, torn up teddy bear dressed like a sailor?”

“Because it’s… cute,” you say, trying to sound convincing. But you know you don’t.

“Hey,” Spot says softly, and you finally look at him. “Thank you for keeping it. It means a lot to me.”

“Well, you mean a lot to me,” you reply, avoiding his gaze again. He moves to open the drawer again and you let him, unable to contain a small smile at the sight of the rugged bear.

As Spot carefully holds him, he puts him up to his ear. “What’s that? Do you really think I should? Well they have taken care of you all these years, I assume a reward is in order.”

“What are you doing?” You ask, unsure of what was going to happen.

“This.” And then Spot turns you and plants his lips right on yours. You’re surprised by the kiss, but melt into it, thoughts of anything but him leaving your mind. When he finally pulls away, he looks at the bear still in his hands. “Thanks for giving me an opening there, buddy.”

Tuck Everlasting - Jesse Tuck x Reader - Modern Times#4. “God, you’re pretty.”#8. “Why are you looking at me like that…?”#9. “Wait! Stop!”

You don’t know what had come over you. You had no idea how to describe it either. It was just this sudden urge (instinct?) to go and climb a tree. You hadn’t done it in years, and were definitely out of practice. But it was something that you found yourself doing nonetheless.

Wandering through the woods looking for just the right tree, you stopped at the trunk of an old oak. Peering up into its branches, you knew this was the one. Placing a hand on the trunk, you began climbing. It took you a few tries to find the right footing, but as soon as you did, you were off!

Moving up the tree seemed like second nature, and you had no idea how your feet knew exactly the right places to step, but they did. Soon enough, you were breaking the treeline. Overlooking the other trees around you, no words could describe the view. The sun and the clouds, along with the birds who were flying from tree to tree, it was a breathtaking sight. You were very grateful for whatever power convinced you to come and see this beauty of nature, but now a question remained.

How were you to get down?

Looking back to the ground from the top was not a good idea, but you did it anyway. You could feel your knees lock together as you tried to find the same path you climbed up, but it would not be easy to follow it backwards.

Taking a deep breath, you slowly began to inch yourself back down the tree. Unfortunately, about three fourths of the way down, you stepped on the wrong branch, and you felt it give way underneath you. Letting out a noise of surprise as you fell, you saw the flash of some colors before everything went black.

When you came to, you found your head was being cradled by a stranger. Curiously peering up at his face, you felt your heartbeat start to pick up. Noticing your awakeness and your staring, the stranger spoke.

“Are you okay? You took quite a big fall. Can you tell me your name?” But when you didn’t respond, just continued to stare, he decided to ask a different question. “Why are you looking at me like that…?”

You couldn’t stop the words from coming out of your mouth if you tried, “You’re just really pretty. God, you’re pretty. Too pretty.” Reaching up, you place your hand on his cheek. “You can’t be real.”

The man chuckled and placed a hand on top of yours. “I am real, and I’m worried that you might have a concussion. Do you feel dizzy at all?” But you ignored him, trying to take in all of the features of his face. “Hello?” he asked. He let out a sigh, waving his other hand in front of your eyes, startling you but gaining your attention.

And it was then that your common sense came back to you. Pretty or not, this guy was a stranger! Scrambling up, you stumbled for a minute before booking it out of there. You could hear him behind you, trying to catch up, calling out. “Wait! Stop!” But you kept going.

When you thought you had lost him, you stopped to take a break and catch your breath. However, you were less safe than you thought. You heard a rustling above you and then the guy from before dropped down right in front of you. You froze in both shock and awe at the ability of the stranger.

“There you are! I thought something happened. I’m not going to hurt you, if that’s what you were thinking. I really just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

Turning your head sheepishly, you admit, “I may have overreacted. It just kind of hit me that I didn’t know you and shouldn’t just be so trusting of a stranger, so I ran. Sorry.” Rubbing the back of your neck, he took a step closer, which you eyed warily, still slightly unsure.

Sticking out his hand, the guy introduces himself. “Jesse Tuck. Pleasure to meet you and be called pretty by you.” You give a slight chuckle, shaking his hand and introducing yourself as well. “Since we’re no longer strangers, can I help you now? I seriously think you have a concussion and I can give you a ride to the hospital to get it checked out.”

“That would actually be really nice,” you reply with a smile. And so you and Jesse head back towards his car.

“Why were you climbing that tree anyway? That one looked the most unsteady out of the surrounding bunch.”

Deciding to be honest, you explained your sudden urge to climb, and how that tree just called to you. He stopped walking and seemed to really look at you. Glancing back at the tree, he let out a soft chuckle. “Do you believe in fate?” he asked you.

“I guess, why?”