iRemember That Girl You Dated
"So wait, do I give off any light?" Freddie asked dropping his hands flat on the table top.
"No!" Spencer cheered. "Do I tell time?"
"Well, not really, but you could, I guess," Freddie squirmed.
"So I am capable of telling time," Spencer smirked, and then he frowned suddenly at the emptiness of the apartment. "Why do I have the feeling that she won't answer my calls if I try and apologize?"
"No, you cannot actually tell time," Freddie corrected. "Am I colorful?"
"No, do you think I should call her?" Spencer looked to Freddie confused.
Freddie scrunched up his face.
"Yeah," Spencer looked forward once again, "I didn't think so either," he sighed.
"What happened to that other girl that you were dating? That one that," he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, "you know."
Spencer sighed and laughed, "Yeah, I didn't even tell Carly about our date." He looked sheepishly down at the table, "It wouldn't have worked out anyway."
"And why not? She move too fast for ya Spence?" Freddie laughed.
"No," he breathe in, "well kinda," Spencer said flatly.
Freddie played with the place mat under his hands. "What was her name anyway?"
"Sam. Am I a donkey?" Spencer asked.
"No-wait, Sam? Like OUR-"
Spencer blushed, frowned, and squirmed. It stopped Freddie from continuing on. "Am I a fish?" Freddie asked.
"No, am I a pencil?"
"No," Freddie leaned forward, glaring evenly at Spencer. "Did she come on to you?"
"Yes," Spencer nodded.
"But you asked her to the movies?"
"Yes," Spencer answered quickly, his brows furrowing tightly on his forehead.
"Before or after the incident?"
"Before," he said pointing his finger to the placemat to emphasize the time.
"And why did you ask her out in the first place?"
"She came over here all sad about some speedy punk she was supposed to meet at Groovy Smoothie."
"So it was for pity and you let her give you a blow job in the movie theatre anyway?"
"No! It wasn't pity! I hate seeing her so upset over some stupid boy!"
"And why's that?"
"Because I may really care about her more than I am willing to admit, and you know I can't lie, and your rapid fire questions are not helping!" Spencer shouted.
"Do you love Sam, Spencer?"
"Of course I do," he shrugged nonchalantly.
"No, are you in love with Sam?"
Spencer looked up scared at the younger man. "She's sixteen," he frowned shrugging his shoulders.
"Yeah, but someday she'll be eighteen, and if you so much as hurt a hair on her head," Freddie warned.
At this, Spencer smiled, "Really Freddie?"
"I'm not saying anything Spencer, no 'big-brother' speech from me," he air-quoted, "just know, that she'll kill you herself. There won't be anything left for me or Carly to have to take care of," he said looking sternly at the older man.
Spencer's eyes widened because it was the truth.
"Am I a stick figure?" Freddie asked.
"No, am I a wooden platform?"