Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds
I'm in Derek's SUV going to his house, and we sill didn't talk about it yet. I look up from my iPod and see's Derek nodding to mom.
"So Pretty Boy you going to tell me want you did yet?" Derek asked.
"I bet you already know," I said.
"Really now? Why do you say that?"
"I don't know why don't we ask Mr Profiler ?"
"Hey kid you don't talk to me like that."
"But it's true you are a profiler."
"Yes I am a profiler, but I will not have that attitude."
"Sorry."
"Yea yea so you going to tell me whats going on?"
"I did nothing wrong"
"Then why is mom mad at you?"
"I don't know."
"Mom why are you mad at Spencer?" Derek asked mom.
"Why don't you ask him where he got those Beats and phone?" mom asked Derek.
"Pretty Boy want to tell me?" Derek asked me.
"I'll the same thing I told mom. Some gave me it as a gift." I said.
"Oh really now?"
"You know you sound like mom?"
"Yes now stop trying to change the topic. Now are you really telling me the true?"
"Yes Derek I am there would be no reason to lie."
"Then tell me who gave them to you."
"Just a person."
"Why are you not telling me?"
"Because it's no big reason."
"Okay."
"Okay?"
"Yes."
The rest of the dive to Derek's was quite.
"Okay were here," Derek say pulling up in a driveway "by the way I have a dog, Clooney."
"No," I whined.
"What are you a cat person?" Derek asked as we got out the car.
"Yes but I also have the Reid effect."
"Reid effect?" Derek asked as he took out mine and mom's suitcases.
"Kids and dogs don't like me."
"Well Clooney like everyone that not trying to hurt himself or someone he loves."
Derek opened the door and Clooney jumped on Derek. Clooney then when over to mom, and she put a hand out. Clooney then licked it then walked his way to me. I the same thing mom did then watched Clonney lick my hand then walk away.
"Spener wash your hands," mom called out to me from the kitchen.
I put my suitcase near the couches then walked to the kitchen. I saw mom looking in a cabin and Derek siting at the dinning table reading some paper. I turned on the warm water and grabbed the soap bar. When I was done I saw mom still look in that cabin and Derek was still siting but now looking at me, so I sat down next to him.
"Derek do you have any human food?" mom asked with a hand on her hip looking daggers at Derek.
"Yes moma I do, try the one next to the dog one." Derek said.
Mom took out a popcorn bag and took off the plastic. Mom put the popcorn in the microwave pushed three then came and sat with us.
"Spencer I hope you do know that we are not done talking," mom told me.
"Yes I do know," I said.
"Spencer how would you know that?" Derek asked.
"Well one of two you guys still don't belive me or you two want to know the person who gave me my Beats and phone," I said.
"Pretty Boy your right we do want to know who gave you those things." Derek said.
"Its was one of my friends that was gave me Beats because my old headphones stopped working. He then gave me my new phone because my last one had a cracked screen and he said it was an early birthday gift," I said.
"What is his name?" mom asked.
"Why does that matter?"
"Because it just does."
"No I think that is has something to do with that I may not have any friend. Am I right mom?"
"Spencer sweetheart you know that you don't like taking with people."
BEEP. BEEP.
"Mom why don't you get the popcorn?" Derek suggested.
Mom got up.
"Derek can you tell me where I'm going to be sleeping at?" I asked him.
"Sure upstairs down the hall last room to your left." Derek said.
I got up took my suitcase, I followed the way Derek told me and opened the door. There was a bed and a dresser. I put my suitcase on the bed then opened it. I put all my clothes away. I put the suitcase on the floor then layed on the bed and staring at the ceiling thinking.
'Shit Derek is going to know why I didn't want to say his name. Derek is going to talk to mom then they are going to find out. I could just lie and said he's 19 or 20, but they would want to see pictures. I can't say no then they would want to know why. Sara and Desirée would not stop talking trying to get something out of me. I'm in for it. They just can't find out about Ryan or that he's 32. They can't find out what Ryan does to me they can't find out that-`
"Spencer come down we're going to watch a movie," Derek yelled to me.
"Coming," I yelled back.
SORRY. I really am sorry for not writing in a long time. Sorry for any grammar spelling mistakes. Thanks for reading!
