As we both layed there in his bed side by side trying to catch our breath, I couldn't help but smile. He was amazing. He turned over towards me. "My Dad will probably be back soon." He said. I scooted over and layed my head down on his shoulder. He ran his fingers up and down my arm. "You never talk about your family." He said. "My brother is a brain." I said. "He goes to Harvard University." "Wow." "Yup. We don't get along that well." I said. "We get on eachothers nerves very easily." "Oh yeah?" "Yeah." I smiled. "What about your parents?" He asked. "Well, my parents split up a couple years ago and now are back together and remarried." I explained. "Not sure what happen there. Probably just a midlife crisis. My Dad even got a motorcycle. He always hated them. It was weird." He laughed. "And my sister and I are a year apart." I said. "She is also a kind of a brain. I guess I'm the Black Sheep." "Nah, you're smart too." He said. "Maybe. Not like them though." I said. "I think you're smarter than you give yourself credit for." He said. I just shrugged my shoulders. "I think you're incredible." He said. "I've been in the store so many times just observing you." "What?" He laughed. "I'm not a crazy stalker or anything. I just thought you were cute. You'd always be teasing that Warren guy too." He said. "You make me laugh." "Oh, he's crazy." I giggled. "You all seem like a fun crowd. I can't wait to get to know all of your friends better." He said. "Really?" I smiled. He smiled back. "Yeah. That sounds lame, hu?" "No. Of course not. I see a lot of people even just walking down the street that I kind of wish I knew." I said. "Sometimes I can just tell by looking at someone that I could probably be really good friends with them." "Same here." He said. We heard coughing coming from the kitchen. He sat up. "My Dad." He said softly. "Oh." I giggled. I sat up too. We both got dressed. He walked over to me and hugged me. "That was amazing." He whispered in my ear. I giggled. "Seriously." He said. "I agree." "Yeah?" He asked smiling. I nodded. "Oh yeah." He took my hand and we walked out to the kitchen. A heavy-set man was sitting down at the table, whom I assumed was his Dad. "Son, can you hang me the newspaper?" The guy asked. "Yeah, Pop." He said. "In a second. Pop, this is Lola." His Dad looked up at me. "Pleasure to meet you." He said to me. "You too." I said smiling. Spencer walked around the corner and came back with the newspaper. He got a weird look on his face as he handed his Dad the newspaper. "Pop, you been drinkin?" He asked him. "Just a beer." His Dad answered. "Smells like vodka, Pop." He said. "Just a beer." His Dad said getting defensive. Spencer looked at me. I felt a little uncomfortable. "I'm gonna drop Lola back off at her place." He said looking upset. He took my hand and we walked out to his car. He opened the door and I got in. I wasn't sure what to say, so I didn't say anything until he started talking. "He's not suppose to drink. Especially with his medicine." He explained. "I'm sorry you had to see that." "Spence, it's fine." I smiled. "Don't be silly." He just put his hand on my leg. We were both pretty quiet the rest of the ride to my apartment. "Well, goodnight." He said as he parked out front. "Goodnight." I said smiling.
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As we both layed there in his bed side by side trying to catch our breath, I couldn't help but smile. He was amazing. He turned over towards me. "My Dad will probably be back soon." He said. I scooted over and layed my head down on his shoulder. He ran his fingers up and down my arm. "You never talk about your family." He said.
"My brother is a brain." I said. "He goes to Harvard University."
"Wow."
"Yup. We don't get along that well." I said. "We get on eachothers nerves very easily."
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah." I smiled.
"What about your parents?" He asked.
"Well, my parents split up a couple years ago and now are back together and remarried." I explained. "Not sure what happen there. Probably just a midlife crisis. My Dad even got a motorcycle. He always hated them. It was weird."
He laughed.
"And my sister and I are a year apart." I said. "She is also a kind of a brain. I guess I'm the Black Sheep."
"Nah, you're smart too." He said.
"Maybe. Not like them though." I said.
"I think you're smarter than you give yourself credit for." He said.
I just shrugged my shoulders.
"I think you're incredible." He said. "I've been in the store so many times just observing you."
"What?"
He laughed. "I'm not a crazy stalker or anything. I just thought you were cute. You'd always be teasing that Warren guy too." He said. "You make me laugh."
"Oh, he's crazy." I giggled.
"You all seem like a fun crowd. I can't wait to get to know all of your friends better." He said.
"Really?" I smiled.
He smiled back. "Yeah. That sounds lame, hu?"
"No. Of course not. I see a lot of people even just walking down the street that I kind of wish I knew." I said. "Sometimes I can just tell by looking at someone that I could probably be really good friends with them."
"Same here." He said.
We heard coughing coming from the kitchen. He sat up. "My Dad." He said softly.
"Oh." I giggled.
I sat up too. We both got dressed. He walked over to me and hugged me. "That was amazing." He whispered in my ear.
I giggled.
"Seriously." He said.
"I agree."
"Yeah?" He asked smiling.
I nodded. "Oh yeah."
He took my hand and we walked out to the kitchen. A heavy-set man was sitting down at the table, whom I assumed was his Dad.
"Son, can you hang me the newspaper?" The guy asked.
"Yeah, Pop." He said. "In a second. Pop, this is Lola."
His Dad looked up at me. "Pleasure to meet you." He said to me.
"You too." I said smiling.
Spencer walked around the corner and came back with the newspaper. He got a weird look on his face as he handed his Dad the newspaper.
"Pop, you been drinkin?" He asked him.
"Just a beer." His Dad answered.
"Smells like vodka, Pop." He said.
"Just a beer." His Dad said getting defensive.
Spencer looked at me. I felt a little uncomfortable. "I'm gonna drop Lola back off at her place." He said looking upset. He took my hand and we walked out to his car. He opened the door and I got in. I wasn't sure what to say, so I didn't say anything until he started talking.
"He's not suppose to drink. Especially with his medicine." He explained. "I'm sorry you had to see that."
"Spence, it's fine." I smiled. "Don't be silly."
He just put his hand on my leg. We were both pretty quiet the rest of the ride to my apartment.
"Well, goodnight." He said as he parked out front.
"Goodnight." I said smiling.
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