A/N: Hey guys! As you read in the summary, this is a Spemily fic. I plan on this being a two-shot, but based on reviews, I may continue it. I will try to have the next chapter posted as soon as possible, but with school and family things, I may not have it up super fast. Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy my attempt at some Spemily love! Don't forget to review, favorite, and follow! Until next time...Kisses, -H
Knock. Knock.
I bolted up in bed after I hear a noise that sounded like a knock on the door.
Knock. Knock.
There it was again. I was pretty sure that it was coming from my door. "But that's not possible…" I thought to myself. I don't know anyone here. Why would someone be knocking on my door?
Knock knock!
The sound grew louder and more impatient. "Who could that be?" I thought. "I mean, for all I know, that could be a murder."
KNOCK KNOCK!
I jumped out of bed and slowly, without making a sound, made my way to the door. When I got there, I crouched down and looked under the door. What I saw, I wasn't expecting.
Right in my line of view (which wasn't much considering the space under the door was less than an inch) was a pair of women's flats.
"Okay, either the murder is a woman, it's a man wearing women's shoes to throw me off, or it's just an ordinary woman out there waiting for me to open the door. But if that is the case, why would a woman, or rather anyone, be knocking on my door? One, it's the middle of the freaking night, and two, I have lived here for six months and I haven't had one visitor." Thoughts kept racing through my mind.
"Hello..?" I called hesitantly, not expecting to hear the voice that replied from the other side of the door.
"Spencer?" The woman answered.
At first, I froze. For a full minute I didn't move. Then, I got up off the ground, and threw the door open, almost hitting myself in the face.
"Emily?! What are you doing here in the middle of the night?! How did you find me?" I asked, firing questions one after the other.
"Spencer! Slow down! First, I needed to see you. I'm sorry if I woke you up. Second, I got your address from your boss. I told him your name and asked if he had ever heard of you. Then he gave me your address. That's how I found you." She answered, shifting from foot to foot awkwardly.
"It's okay, I needed to be up in a little bit anyway." I said, stepping aside so that she could walk into my room.
"Nice place you've got here…" Emily said, walking around the room and looking at the items on top of the dresser.
In truth, it wasn't a very "nice" place. The building that I lived in was run down and old. It was located in the "bad part" of the city. Plus, the apartment that I lived in was the size of a bedroom in a modern-day four bedroom house. Even though it was small, I loved the homey feel. Not to mention, the price was incredible.
"Yeah, I like it all right." I said, running my hand over one of the warm-brown colored walls.
My room was one big square. Straight ahead, when you first walk through the door, was the queen bed. Next to the bed was a dark-stained wood bed-side table. At the foot of the bed, against the wall, was a dresser that matched the bed-side table. On the same wall was a bathroom with a shower, a toilet, a sink, and a mirror/door with the closet behind it. The kitchen was downstairs, though I usually grabbed something at the diner. That was where I lived for those six months. Oh! I moved here, to Kansas, six months ago to go to K-State. I had to get away from Rosewood, Pennsylvania and all of its drama.
"So, have you lived here long?" Emily asked, looking me in the eyes for the first time since she walked through the door.
"About six months. I go to K-State in the evenings and I work at the diner early in the morning through the afternoon. Though, on Saturdays, I work 9:00-5:00 and come home to sleep." I rambled, enjoying the feeling of being able to share my life with an old friend. Even though we ended things pretty brutally.
"I'm glad you were able to get out and start your life. I was just here on break from Stanford with a friend of mine. He used to live here. His father is actually the manager for the Wildcats." She said, fidgeting with her fingers.
"That's cool. I'm glad you are making new friends. And Stanford! I knew you could do it Em!" I said, patting her shoulder awkwardly.
"Okay, look. I came here for a reason, Spence. When we left for our respective colleges, we weren't speaking. I missed you so much and I couldn't handle not being your friend. Not being able to call you killed me. When I found out you were living here, I figured the universe was trying to tell me something. So, I am here to say I'm sorry. I wish I never would have let the break up come between us. I loved you so much. I still do…I just want us to be friends again. So if you are willing…I would like to be your friend." She phrased the last part as more of a question.
I didn't know what to say. Of course I wanted to be her friend. I was just caught up on a different thing she had said. "She still loves me." Was the only thing my mind could process at that moment.
"I get it. You don't have to say anything. I'm gonna go." Emily said, walking towards the door looking dejected.
"Em, wait." I said, grabbing her wrist.
"What? I already know what you're going to say. So don't bother." She said, not meeting my eyes.
"No, you don't. What I was going to say was, of course! I would love to be your friend. I missed you too." I said, wrapping my arms around her.
She took a moment to respond to the hug, but when she finally lifted her arms up and around my waist, it felt like no time had passed. It felt like we were still in high school, still together. It took me back to when we would have out many "super-freaking-adorable" moments. (According to Hanna and Aria)
"Thank you, Spence. Hey, we are in town for a couple of days, how about you come out to dinner with me and Michael?"
"That would be amazing!" I agreed excitedly.
"Great! Well, I better get back before Michael wakes up and freaks out because I'm not there." Emily said, looking reluctant to leave.
"Yeah, I have to get to work. I'll see you later. Is 7:30 good? That's when I get off from my classes." I asked.
"Yeah that's perfect! I'll see you then!" She gave me another hug and left.
"I might as well get ready for work." I thought to myself. I grabbed my work clothes and began my day.
