Okay, this is a one-shot from Spencer's perspective. Enjoy.
Accidentally in Love
He didn't mean to, really, he didn't. It's not like he wanted to fall in love with his little sister's best friend. He didn't want to have to keep reminding himself that he was practically ten years older than her. He didn't want to fight the urge to kiss her. It was all an accident, really, it was.
Every time he saw her, he felt like "Don't Stand to Close to Me" should be playing in the background, warning him. He kept reminding himself that she was his sister's friend, his friend. Sadly for him, these reminders never seemed to work very well for him.
He was never sure what started it all. He had slowly developed a friendship with Sam as well as Freddie, but Sam was different. He helped her out with her soup nightmare, she tried to teach him how to lie. That was their version of friendship.
Spencer went on with his life, dating. Sure, they tended to be blonds, but that was merely a coincidence (Ms. Ackerman, the grocery store girl). The one brunette he went out with was Sasha, but even then she was strong and tough, like Sam. He still tried convincing himself that it was a coincidence. He convinced himself that his annoyance when Sam was "girly" came from the fact that Carly was trying to make Sam conform. Spencer simply didn't like conformity, that was all. Sure, he didn't like Jonah, but that's because he was scum. And the only reason he didn't like Shane was because he could possibly date Carly. He wanted to protect Carly, and Sam by default. Simple enough, right? He was never really annoyed that she spent all of her time at his apartment in all honesty. He enjoyed the time they spent together.
He began to grow tired of tricking himself into thinking nothing was going on, when in fact he fell more in love everyday. By the time prom rolled around, and he saw Sam in that beautiful dress, he knew he was in far too deep to save himself. She literally glowed that night. It wasn't his fault that he fell for her without realizing it. She was funny, creative, smart, and beautiful. Perfection. She seemed insane, crazily off-putting to others, but she was truly her own person. Who wouldn't fall in love with her?
Spencer told himself that it was wrong to have dreams in which a scantily clad Sam frequented. The dreams started out innocently enough, but they soon turned into things that would make Hugh Hefner blush. He was a twenty nine year old man, she was barely finished with girlhood. Sure, she was technically an adult, but what would everyone say? He was a dirty old man, and that was that. There was no way in hell he should feel the way he did. He shouldn't feel like his heart would explode every time he saw her. Friendship is all they could ever have. He shouldn't be having such awfully dirty dreams about a girl just out of her teens. He knew it was wrong, creepy.
She would always be elusive, out of his reach. She would never give him a second glance. Hell, if a man his age tried to date Carly, Spencer would kill him.
Spencer was left to only imagine a life with Sam in his wildest dreams, knowing they could never be. He would simply continue dating girls that resembled Sam in one way or another. There wasn't much else he could do, since he was accidentally in love with Sam Puckett, the epitome of unattainable. He would rather be friends with her forever than tell her how he felt only to lose her company.
That's all folks! It's short, to the point. I don't know if I should continue this or not. I'm leaning toward not as I have nothing else planned for this story. Please review.