rough landing, spencer
She's always landing on her feet. Bad hair day? She'll scoop it up into a bun and flaunt it so well you won't even notice. Allowance run out in the middle of the week? She'll charm her parents with her silver tongue and come out of the room with a wad of cash that'll make you bite your own tongue off. She's powerful and smart and pretty and she knows. She's got big plans for herself. She won't let some boy stumble in and ruin it.
At least, that's what she told herself when Toby came around but since he did, she hasn't really been thinking. At all.
Because for some reason, he likes her bad hair days (he's spent many a morning braiding and unbraiding it to make it look worse). For some reason, he waits for those days where she's short on cash so that he'll pay for her lunch and dinners whenever they're out. For some reason, she feels a little safer, a little more comfortable, a little less like she has to land on her feet when she's around him and more like she could just fall any way she wants and not worry about hitting her head and dying because he'd catch her. She knew he would.
"Rough landing, Spencer," he'd say through a mouthful of cereal as she'd skip the last step and almost fall flat on her face.
"But it was a landing," she says with a wink.
"Try falling next time, you might like it."
She does. She loves it.
-FIN-