Spencer POV

I was reluctant to wake up this morning and go to school. It would be yet another day of teasing from Noel and his posse. I figured he'd get bored with me and just leave it alone... boy was I wrong.

After school, I walked in my bedroom, tears streaming down my face. Maybe being called a boy and skinny weren't bad insults for some people, but to me, it felt like the end of the world. If Noel Khan didn't like me, then no one would.

I was laying on my bed, my back facing the door. I didn't know how much time had passed, nor did I care. I had enough of my homework done to last the next two weeks. I heard the faint creek of my door as it opened and closed, but I didn't care enough to turn around and address the intruder. The area on my bed beside me dipped slightly and I felt a tentative yet gentle hand being placed on my shoulder.

"W-What's wrong Spencer?" I didn't like to feel weak in front of people, including my sister, but I was too upset to pay mind to my appearance at the moment. I slowly sat up and looked at Melissa. She looked at me with what I picked up as concern. But there was something else in her eyes that I couldn't quite make out. Maybe it was-

"Spencer?"

At that moment, I could no longer hold in my bottled up emotions. I burst out in a fit of tears. Of my entire recorded existence, I'd never let anyone see me cry, let alone completely break down. Melissa gave me a timid hug and I rocked back and forth in her arms. I told her everything that happened this day and all that made me upset. She didn't say much, but she didn't have to, I knew she cared.

When I calmed down, I wanted to thank her for keeping me company, but when I looked at her I was at a lost for words. Her eyes were red with unshed tears, but she still looked beautiful all the same. Maybe it was the way she held me when I was sad. Or how her hand slowly caressed my cheek. Or maybe it was her undeniable beauty. But regardless, I knew my feelings for her at that moment completely changed.

I looked toward her face, leaned in and barely grazed her lips with mine before I quickly pulled back as if she were a raging fire. But there was a definite tingle there, and she would had to have been insane not to feel it... or maybe it was just me.

There was a flash of confusion on her face, but I could tell she was also conflicted about something. Maybe she wanted this just as much as I did. Before I could continue to think on it, she leaned in and firmly pressed her lips to mine. It was slow, and passionate, and not at all sloppy. Her tongue reached out and probed my bottom lip, and I granted her access in my mouth. we continued for several minutes until oxygen became a necessity. When we pulled apart, I leaned my forehead against hers and we were both panting lightly.

I looked over at my clock and noticed it to be half past 11. Melissa must have noticed the time as well because she reluctantly began to stand up and make her way out the door. My breath hitched in my throat and I quickly reached for her hand.

"Mel, stay with me, please…" my voice wavered. She gently squeezed my hand and bent down. She gave me a soft peck on my lips, then my forehead.

"Goodnight, Spencer"

I was starting to feel as if she regretted what just happened, but just before she left my room, I saw a smirk on her face in dim light of my table lamp.I reached over, turned the lamp off, and laid my head on my pillow. A mirror of Melissa's smirk plastered on my face, just as I was falling into a peaceful nights sleep.

A/N: So how was it for my first story? Read and Review!