+ When Spencer met Oliver, he fell in luurve. He reflects on his summer fling with Oliver by looking through his photo album. Oneshot, 6th oneshot for UPW.
+ Warnings: Yaoi, Lady GaGa-inspired.
+ Disclaimer: I own it not.
+ A/N: Well... since I have my mojo back, I thought it was about time that I did another one of these XD
Summer Boyfriend
Flicking idly through the laminated pages of the photo album, a little serene smile was playing on Spencer's face. He paused at one particular page, looking into the eyes of the boy in the photo. Spencer remembered how he fell for those eyes, how they had captivated him and reeled him in like a fish.
There were many photos of this boy. His green hair falling about his face in style, his eyes shining brightly, and he was grinning in every photo, looking so happy and making Spencer smile unconsciously. Spencer touched one of the photos, remembering how that green hair felt when he'd ran his hands through it.
God, he was becoming such a sap. He'd fallen hard, and was definitely becoming a bit soft in the head. Bryan had already run away in horror when Spencer had pulled out the photo album, and began cooing over the photos. He swore he wasn't coming back until Spencer was normal again.
Spencer turned to the next page. On it was a picture of the same green-haired boy, but at the beach, in a pair of trunks and one of Spencer's t-shirts. The t-shirt was massive on the boy. Spencer remembered how he had laughed so hard when the other boy had put it on. 'I don't care if it's too big. It's better that it's too big, anyway. I don't want to burn!' the boy had said.
"You looking at pictures of Oliver again?" a voice asked from the lounge doorway.
"Yeah..." Spencer replied, flicking to the next page of the album.
"Stop being so lovey-dovey. You'll see him again next summer."
"Can't help it, Ian. Can you go away?"
"Jeez... sorry for breathing."
Ian left the doorway, and Spencer heard him thudding up the stairs. No doubt he would be in a mood for the rest of the day. That boy was so bloody hormonal. It was worse than living in a house of menstruating women sometimes. Spencer kept looking through the photos. Each one brought back memories of when Oliver had done or said.
Spencer looked at one picture of himself and Oliver. Both of them had flour all over their faces. That was the day that Oliver decided that he was going to bake cookies for Spencer. They were very tasty cookies, too. Oliver was a fantastic chef; Spencer just regretted that he didn't have more time to taste more of Oliver's cooking.
Though, the sex they had took up a lot of their time.
Spencer tried hard not to think about the sexual side of their relationship. It was hard enough just thinking about Oliver. If Spencer started thinking about that, then no doubt other things would start to get hard. Something Spencer did not need.
Spencer closed the photo album and sighed. Oliver had given him his phone number, but whenever Spencer phoned, Oliver wouldn't pick up. He did text every day, though, which was something. Spencer could honestly say that he was in love with his summer fling.
He couldn't wait until next summer. He wasn't able to wait that long. Instead, he thought what winter would be like in France...
+ A/N: FWAH!
