a/n: losely based on knocked up.

disclaimer: i dont own anything.

CHAPTER ONE

It was Friday morning when Spencer, Carly and Freddie all piled into the car to get to school.

"Did you call Sam and tell her we're coming to get her?" Spencer asked as he started the car.

"Yeah" Carly replied.

"Sam's coming with us? Aw man, why can't she get a ride with her Mom?" Freddie complained.

"Sam's Mom's car is broken."

As they pulled up to Sam's house, Spencer honked the car horn and Sam came out and got into the backseat with Freddie.

"Hey Sam" Spencer and Carly said in unison.

Sam waved and then looked over at Freddie who was just sitting there looking out his window "Aren't you gonna say Hi to me?"

"You're already here, what's the use?"

"Why so cranky? Did your Mom not powder your butt this morning?"

"God, Sam, I swear!" and thus began the usual Sam and Freddie bickering. Annoyed, Carly turned around "You guys, don't you think it's a little early for this?"

"I thought you'd be used to it by now." Sam replied.

"Well you guys are gonna have to get your acts together cuz I'm going to Yakima for the weekend…"

"WHAT?!" Sam and Freddie asked.

"Yeah, Granddad thinks it'll be a good weekend getaway for me to see Grandmom and him. You guys will be fine without me, right?"

Sam and Freddie looked at eachother and rolled their eyes. This was going to be a long weekend. A few minutes later, Spencer pulled up in front of the school as the kids all pilled out of the car.

"Hey Carls" Spencer reminded "Granddad is coming by to get your stuff and then he's coming to pick you up from school to beat the traffic, okay?"

"Got it. Are you gonna be fine by yourself this weekend?"

"Don't worry about me. I have plenty to do around the house."

"Alright. Later, Spence" Carly gave him a quick hug and when they pulled away Spencer took out his wallet and gave her forty dollars "Here. Some extra pocket money. Have a great weekend, kiddo!"

Carly waved as Spencer took off and then turned back to Sam and Freddie.

On the other side of town, Leah stretched as she got out of bed and got dressed. As soon as she ready for the day, she headed next door to her sister Danica's place. Once there, Danica, her husband Joey, and their kids Monica and Trent were sitting around for breakfast.

"Goooood morning" Leah at down at the table.

"Morning sis." Danica greeted "Joey and I were just discussing our trip to Bellingham to see his parents. You sure you don't wanna come?"

"I can't. I gotta do the scene report for the new club down town tonight."

"Oh, to be young and partying again…" Joey said "Enjoy it while you can, Lei. Maybe one day you'll wake up and be married with kids."

"You're saying that like it's a bad thing, Joseph…" Danica shot him a disapproving glance and thus began their arguing. Leah finished her meal and then left for work.

Later on in the afternoon, Spencer got a call from the Seattle Arts Committee telling him that he was up for a feature in the Washington Socialite magazine. The Feature was going to focus of emerging artists in the Seattle area and since his sculptures have been highly praised by some of the city's finest, he was a shoe in for the feature.

His phone rang a second time "Hello?"

"Hey Spence!"

"Socko! What's going on?"

"I'm good and I was wondering if you wanted to come out with Jeff and I. We're going to check out that new club downtown! You up for it? Or do you have to look after your sister?"

"Oh, Carly's with my Granddad this weekend. Heck yeah! Lets go! Oh this is perfect! Dude, I just got a call from the S.A.C, Washington Socialite wants to do a feature on me!"

"That's awesome! Well come on, lets celebrate!"

And at ten o clock, Spencer found himself sitting with his friends Socko and Jeff inside the club scoping out the ladies in the dark crowded room. He nursed a beer in his hand and bopped his head to the music waiting for a girl to come his way.

"So what do you think about this place?" Socko yelled over the music.

"Oh its great! Dark. Bright lights. Loud!" Spencer yelled back "Girls must be with their boyfriends right now!"

"Get out there and show them your old Firecracker!"

"Come on, man! You're like the better dancer around here! You see all these people? They're dancing like morons!"

"Nah, I don't wann-OKAY!" and just like that, Spencer went out on the dance floor and performed his dance.

"Whoa, check out the dork out on the floor…what the hell is he doing?" Karen, Leah's friend said. Leah and the girls were out doing a field report for Fierce magazine. Her job was basically to go to clubs and check out the fashion, the atmosphere, and everything else.

"Fridays are desperate nights, remember that…" Leah sipped her drink "I'm gonna go dance." She went out on the dance floor and swayed her hips to the music. The dance floor grew more crowded as a song that everyone knew and liked was played. All of a sudden there was little room and Leah was in the eye by arms that were moving in an explosion of floppy passion.

"Oh my god! I'm sorry!" Spencer stopped to see who he it "I think we should get you some ice!"

Leah held her eye in pain "Yeah, I think we should too" she followed him over to the bar and he asked for a cup of ice and grabbed a cube to put over her eye.

'Is it black?" Leah asked.

"No. It seems fine. Well-your eye makeup is ruined." Spencer smiled.

"Just as long as my eye is okay."

"I'm really sorry. Can I get you a beer?"

"It's the least you can do…"

Spencer ordered two beers and handed one to Leah. "Well, I think my eye is okay. Um, thanks for the beer." She smiled "I'm Leah." She held out her hand.

"Spencer" he shook her hand and she went back to her friends.

Spencer sighed hoping she would stick around and maybe dance with him. Socko and Jeff came his way "What up?"

"That girl over there. I accidentally hit her with the fire cracker and then I bought her a beer. That was an open, right?" Spencer replied looking at Leah and her friends from the other side of the room.

"Which one? There's like a sea of hotties over there" Socko looked in the same direction as him.

"Pink dress."

"The Jessica Alba looking one?" Jeff asked.

"Yeah, that's her."

"Duude, she is HOT. What are you doing standing here talking to us for? Go for it!"

"I can't go there alone. She has all her hot friends around! I'm gonna go up there looking like a moron!"

"Alright, we're gonna come along." Socko and Jeff followed Spencer as he made his way towards Leah and her friends. Leah was in the middle of a conversation when the guys approached them.

"Hey!" Spencer nervously waved and smiled "Just wanted to see how your eye was doing."

"Oh hey! Um, this is the guy who saved me and got me this beer. Spencer, right? Well, this is Karen, Nadia, Elaine and Kellie." Leah introduced her friends as they waved.

The guys waved back "This is Socko and this is Jeff." Spencer introduced.

"Your name is Socko?" Karen asked eying him.

"Yeah! I'm in the sock business! Wanna see my work? Show 'em, Spence!"

Spencer lifted up his pant leg to show off the bright neon socks. The girls giggled "Come sit with us!" Leah said.

Throughout the whole night, they ordered drinks and talked and laughed. Spencer even asked Leah to dance and out they were on the dance floor. They moved together with beers in their hands already drunk. At one point, Leah grabbed Spencer by the ears and kissed him.

"Lets go back to your place" she whispered against his ear.

Spencer smiled and nodded in agreement. The two stumbled towards the exit and hailed a cab. From the cab ride, they wobbled into the apartment building and up the elevator they went.

"Oh my god, you have an elevator? That is so cool!" Leah then laughed hysterically.

"I know, right?!" Spencer laughed along with her.

When they got into his place, Spencer lifted Leah up as her legs crossed his back and she kissed his neck frantically. He led her towards his room and flopped her down his bed. Leah slipped her dress off and flung it on the floor along with her undergarments. Spencer also shed off all of his clothes until he was fully naked and crawled up her thin body and thrust up into her.

In the morning, Leah woke up hung over and looked around. Spencer wasn't next to her. She held her head getting up from his bed and picking her dress up off the ground and putting it back on. She grabbed her shoes, walked out of his room and found Spencer in the kitchen in his boxers making breakfast.

"Hey sleepy head!" he smiled seeing her walk lazily towards the table.

"Hey" Leah replied and sat down.

"I made us some waffles and some pancakes. See, I wasn't sure which would you prefer so I made both. But then I figured well, some people like both and you might be one of those people so-"

"Just get me some coffee"

"Okay" He poured some coffee into a mug and placed it in front of her along with a plate of waffles, eggs, and bacon.

Spencer sat with her and began to dig into his plate while keeping at watchful eye on her. Leah eyed her breakfast and poked around with the eggs "Listen, I don't do this all the time…leaving with a guy to have sex with him…"

"Yeah, first time for me too."

"I was actually there for work."

"Work?"

"Yeah, I'm a writer for Fierce magazine. What do you do?"

"I'm an artist. I was actually at the club last night celebrating."

"You sold a painting?"

"Even better, Washington Socialite wants to do a feature on me! How cool is that?"

"Very! Uh, what time is it?"

"Its eleven."

"Shit, I gotta go. I have work." Leah got up from her table and put her shoes on "I'm sorry…"

"But its Saturday. I was hoping we could go do something…" Spencer stood up and followed her.

"Yeah, I can't. But it was nice meeting you. Spencer, right? Oh, thank you for breakfast" she grabbed her clutch purse and looked around "How do I get out of here?"

"Well, you could use the door or you could use the elevator." He walked over and pushed the elevator button for her.

"Great. Again, thank you." She stepped into the elevator and waved.

"Bye" Spencer said as the elevator closed and he scuffed his foot on the floor. As soon as she was gone, he sat at the bar chairs on the counter deciding on what to do today. He could start cleaning up, work on another sculpture, or do some laundry. But all he could think about was Leah.