Chapter 13

To say I was thrilled be Spencer's slave for the next week would be a complete understatement.

At least it got the whole pizza girl incident of my mind for the moment. I mean, I didn't exactly even think about when we debating and arguing over the fact that I refuse to cater to his every command for the whole next week. It is preposterous. I didn't actually think he was going to bet me, even though I'm not exactly a master at flappy bird.

I'm currently ignoring him. I have been for the past hour or so. Surprisingly Spencer hasn't even asked for anything yet, like I expected him to do. Maybe a back massage, make popcorn, or something like that.

I check my phone to see what time it is.

10:32 pm.

Suddenly I come across a complication.

  Where the heck am I going to sleep tonight? I could sleep on the couch but what if his parents, which I have yet to even meet see me, some random girl sleeping on their couch. I could sleep on the floor but that would be unbearably uncomfortable. I don't even want to think about sleeping in Spencer's bed. That would be extremely awkward, since I am still sorta trying to ignore him.

"I'm tired." I state out loud to get his attention away from the movie that's currently playing. One of the fast and furious movies. Of course Spencer's into it, all guys love cars and guns etc.

"Well, let's go to bed after the movies finished. There's like ten minutes left anyways." Spencer exclaims, hushing me with his eyes still glued to the tv.

"Um, about that Spence, where will I sleep?" I ask uncomfortably, playing with the bottom of the giant soccer jersey.

"In my bed of course." He responds his eyes trained on the movie.

"Where will you sleep?" I then question looking at him.

"Um the floor I have a sleeping bag I can sleep in."

"Oh no it's fine really, I can just sleep on the floor, you don't have too." I comment shaking my head no.

"No it's okay I can."

"Seriously Spence, I can sleep on the floor."

"No it's not." He shots back with an annoyed look.

I roll my eyes. "Just sleep on you're bed Spencer."

"Just sleep on the bed too, kitten." Spencer argues looking back at me.

"Fine." I huff.

Soon the movie is over and we go to bed.

I follow Spencer upstairs and into his room.

He looks at me with his eyes, telling me to get into his bed. I have never felt more nervous around him before.

I slowly climb into the left side of the bed, my favourite side.

"It's a good thing I prefer the right side, or else there would have been trouble." Spencer jokes.

I roll over to the other side ignoring him.

There is a slight shuffle of movement, then I fell him lay down beside me.

I turn over to face him but jump at what I see.

Spencer shirtless.

"Ah! Put a shirt on Spencer!" I screech, shielding my eyes.

"Seriously, this is how I sleep. Also you should know I also only sleep in boxers." Spencer states slyly.

I turn back around in a flash whacking him straight in the face.

"Ow!"

I continue to hit him with the pillow.

"Hey!"

Whack.

"Ow!"

Whack.

"You're abusive!"

Whack.

"Why are you even hitting me, you abusive woman!"

I give him one last hit. The hardest, all to the face.

"You're annoying." I exclaim blandly.

"And you're not." Spencer replies sarcastically.

"Would you like me to attack you with the weapon again?" I ask glaring at him.

He puts his hands up in surrender, then gives me a look that says I'm strange. "A pillow is a weapon?"

"Yes." I state simply, placing the pillow back under my head and rest on it.

"Well, good night kitten." Spencer says turning off the lamp light beside him.

"Good night Spence." I reply droopily my eyes shutting gently.

  I lay there for what seems forever. I toss and turn, not able to fall asleep, while Spencer over here is sleeping like a baby. It bothers me a lot.

  As I continue to toss and turn I continue to think and think. About everything that has happened this past week. So much has changed. I made friends, I made enemies, and I also got turned into a human pizza recently. Well, sort of.

I stay awake for at least 20 more minutes, when I decide I've had enough. I slowly and carefully turn over to face Spencer. He looks so peaceful sleeping. Like a little innocent boy, he looks sweeter. Like when Spencer wakes up he's not always negative, hateful to practically everyone in existence, and happy.

I ponder the thought of waking him up. Will Spencer me mad at me? Will he be agitated? Most likely. Will he smash a pillow in my face? Or push me off the bed?

I ignore my crazy imagination at the moment. I lightly shake him, careful not to that him urgently, like I'm dying or something.

Spencer's eyes flutter lightly. His forest green eyes almost glow in the darkness. He looks so confused and lost right now. Like he was just in a totally different time, maybe a dream. What could Spencer possibly be dreaming about?

"Kitten." He whispers adjusting his voice and throat that was recently used to being in sleep mode.

"What's the matter?" Spencer questions still confused. He rubs his eyes with his hands.

"I can't sleep. I've tried everything." I sigh dramatically, but still in a quiet whisper.

Spencer strokes my hair gently calming me down.

"Shh. Alright, what would usually cause you to sleep if you can't sleep?" He asks, bringing me closer to his side. I rest on Spencer's strong chest and listen to his soothing heartbeat.

"Well, my mom would usually sing to me, but that was when I was little." I start. "I rarely can't fall asleep, but when it happens I've been thinking to much at the time."

"What have you been thinking to hard about?" Spencer says, playing with the ends of my hair, with his eyes flickering in between my eyes and my hair.

"Everything." I sigh. "I've been continuously replaying everything that has happened today, yesterday, the whole week really. Especially the whole pizza girl incident....." I trail off looking away, sadness evident in my tone.

"Hey." Spencer soothes. He grabs my face delicately so that I have to look at him, cradling my face in his hands. "There is nothing to worry about, trust me. Everyone that saw Clarissa be a total bitch saw that it was completely unfair, and not at all you're fault."

I huff. "Then why were three quarters of them laughing their heads off."

"They were just stupid and drunk off their asses, don't worry about them. I will get you through it all and I will not leave you're side. Wow that sounds a bit creepy or stalkerish."

I almost completely and literally oddly gush at his words, but manage to stay calm just not in my head. He will help me through it all.

I let out a little giggle in response.

"I'm still wide awake." I point out.

Spencer rolls his eyes but gives a small smile. "Yea, yea. I'm no help at this."

"You could sing me to sleep." I joke laughing against his chest.

"No thanks, you would probably be deaf after." Spencer states.

I continue laughing. "Come on just one song. I would love to hear the Spencer Gold singing." I respond, jokingly.

"No way in hell." Spencer scoffs shaking his head. "We could play a talking game though?" He suggests.

"20 questions?" I ask.

He nods his head in agreement. "Hopefully we will both be asleep before we hit 20 questions."

"What's you're favourite colour?" I randomly question.

"Black."

I snort. Obviously.

"That's a shade not a colour." I clarify.

"Fine, bright ocean blue." Spencer changes looking into my eyes.

"That's better." I smile.

"What's yours?" He replies.

"Well, I don't exactly have a favourite colour. I love all of them, in different ways."

"You're talking about colours like you're a parent and they are you're kids." Spencer points out rolling his eyes.

I huff. "Fine. I love the colour light purple." I say thoughtfully. "And forest green." Like you're eyes, I think in my head by dare not add.

"That's better." He mimics me from before.

"What's you're favourite animal." I casually comment.

"Don't have one I guess. I've never really loved animals." Spencer states casually.

My jaw drops. I stare at him in astonishment. "How dare you! All animals are amazing! How can you not like any of them?"

"Well, I like dogs." He states with a satisfied look.

"That's acceptable." I comment.

"Okay you're turn to ask a question." I add with a light yawn.

"Yea, um let's see." Spencer says thinking, well rubbing an imaginary beard on his chin. "Ah, why did you move to Eberly? I mean there is literally nothing here."

"I thought you would've figure it out all ready. For a new start. Everything back in Roswell, Georgia, where I lived reminded me and my older brother of my parents. My parents were well known in a the city so it was hard. Everywhere either of us went we were approached by people who talked and talked about our parents. Also I couldn't stand staying in the house. That house I have lived in since I was born, with my parents. But the worst was Lily. She would either have to live in the house where her dead parents, which she barely remembered raised her, or get a brand new start. So obviously we left." I explain thoroughly.

With that I let out another big yawn but fight to stay awake to hear Spencer's response.

"Wow, 20 questions just got serious." He jokes.

I shot him an eye roll and a blank stare.

"Okay in a serious reply now, I completely think you made the right choice to move and have a new start. Also so Lily can move on without having to many snippets of memories all come at her at once." Spencer responds honestly, looking down at me.

I nod my head, feeling my eyes slightly drop. I continue to try and stay awake so I can ask Spencer a question.

"Is it a good thing that I moved here, not just for me but for everyone?" I ask gently and slowly falling asleep.

I dose off into a nightmare-free dream and as I fade away I hear his heart fluttering answer.

"Of course. You coming here was one of the best things for all of us.... Including me."
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   My mind is fuzzy, the last remnants of a dream being chased away by the realisation that I am awake again. It was a nice dream, something about sitting in a big oak tree in meadow full of flowers but the details are fading fast even as I try to recall them. With a mental sigh I allow my brain to focus and cautiously open one eye.

I feel an arm around my waist tighten as I move.

Oh my god. My breath hitches.

I tilt my head up from where it is resting to come face to face with a peaceful sleeping Spencer.

My eyes go wide at the intimate closeness there is between us.

  I'm currently turned to my left side where Spencer lays with his arm laced around my waist, forcing me to rest my head on his chest. His shirtless chest to be exact. Holy.

I ponder the thought of how did we even get into this position while sleeping.

I brush my bushy hair out of my face, and suddenly feel Spencer move.

"Good morning." I say lightly as his eyes flutter open.

"Good morning." Spencer replies huskily.

  Even though I probably look like a piece of garbage right now, Spencer yet still manages to look like a Greek God and he literally just woke up. His hair is perfectly messy in a good way, his skin glows in the sunlight, and his eyes sparkle.

Spencer realizes our position and immediately let's go of my waist.

I lift myself up into a sitting position and stretch.

He continues to lay there half asleep.

"Come on Spencer, get up." I nudge him.

Spencer groans. "But it's Saturday."

"I'm hungry." I nudge him again. I must sound so petty right now.

"Fine." He mumbles giving in. I let him be so he can get dressed and what not.

I start walking downstairs but suddenly freeze.

His parents could be home.

I tiptoe down the stairs and peak my head out to see if they are.

Silence.

Guess they aren't home.

I make my way to the kitchen.

Not knowing what else to do I fix my hair. I put it in a high ponytail.

Spencer enters the kitchen. I get up from my chair to try and make something but he instantly stops me.

"I'll make breakfast. Besides, you don't know where anything is."

I nod my head.

"Can I watch tv or something?" I question, not wanting to just stand there awkwardly.

"Sure." Spencer states already starting the stove up.
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20 minutes later.

I shut the tv off to go watch Spencer. He is currently flipping the pancakes. Mmm, they smell delicious.

"Bad boy cooks?" I question as I walk up to him.

Spencer spins around hearing me. "Yea, my mom taught me when I was younger, said 'every girl likes a boy that can cook.'" He replies. "Also I prefer being called Bad ass, thank you very much."

I scoff. "No I think bad boy suits you." Noticing the bag of flour beside him on the counter I take a chance and grab a handful and throw it at him, in the face.

Spencer immediately jumps, but I still hit him.

I start laughing my head off at his flour covered face.

He glares at me. "Oh, you are so going to get it."

"Ah! I'm so scared!" I mock dramatically.

I see him grab two eggs and immediately start running. I only make it about a meter when I feel the yolk of the eggs drain down my face.

"I told you so." Spencer whispers from behind me in my ear. I can practically feel him smirking.

I push him away from me forcefully.

I spot the milk on the counter and swiftly jump for it.

I turn to Spencer, and dunk it all down his head. His eyes as wide as saucers turn into slits.

I cheekily grin at him. "Sorry."

"It's so on." Spencer hisses.

He grabs the bag of flour and throws a handful at me.

I gasp. "It's on."

I reach for the syrup beside me, open it, and drench him in the sticky substance in a matter of only ten seconds.

I start laughing like a lunatic at Spencer. He's fully covered in flour, milk, and syrup. I probably don't look any better though, with the eggs and flour.

Abruptly the front door to his house clicks open. My eyes go wide. I instantly stop laughing. Could that be his parents? This would literally be the worst impression in the history of first impression. I'm going die of embarrassment and humiliation, this will be as bad as the pizza girl entertainment at the party.

This is no laughing matter.