Race walked in the dark streets, this specific street had only one working lamp.
He did this every other night, he used todo it with Spot, but he went back to Brooklyn.

*You got two black eyes from lovin' too hard*

Spot walked under the streetlamps, Race used to let him climb on his back to hit the pole.
They did this together.
Until Spot went back to Brooklyn

*And a black car that matches your blackest soul*

They missed each other

*I wouldn't change ya, woah oh*

(Two years ago, the day Spot left)

"Race! I gotta tell ya somethin'!"

"Okay, shoot"

*Wouldn't ever try to make ya leave, no oh*

"I have to go back to Brooklyn..."

*Oh, the neon coast was your sign, and the Midwest wind with Pices rising*

"Wait what?"

*Wouldn't change ya, woah oh* 

"Yeah, they need me, Race. Jus'like the boys need you here"

*Wouldn't ever try to make ya leave, no oh*

"What? No! You can't leave me!"

*Static palms, melt your vibe*

"Race! I'm sorry, but I have to!"

*Midnight whisperings*

"Spot I... You can't be serious?"

*The black magic of Mulholland Drive!*

"I am... unfortunatly"

*Swimmin pools under desert skies!*

"Spot please..."

*Drinkin white wine in the blushin light,..*

"Race I.." One of the Brooklyn boys called him over, Spot ran. Race was on the verge of tears

"I'm just another LA Devotee..." Race whispered as he snapped back into the present moment

(HAHA) A/N I had an urge to make a new book that was Sprace, and P!atd themed, so here we are! Enjoy!