Disclamer: As always, I don't own this. Dan does.

Yay, Chapter three. I'm moving along pretty well, I'll be trying for some longer chapters now so posts might be a few days apart now. Anyway enjoy the chapter.

Gibby and Spencer ate the Chinese food and talked a couple hours, nothing really important came up it was mostly the old days. When the Gibster finally left it was around 11pm, and even though he had got up early that morning Spencer wasn't that tired. Deciding to at least try and be productive, he pulled himself off the couch and made his way to his bedroom to gather his paints. Returning to the living room he set up his easel, placed his paints and brushes on a small paint covered table, and grabbed a 24x36 canvas. The whole collection was pretty dark color wise, and he had decided to try something new for himself and make all the pieces work together, like they were from the same world, so this one would have to fit as well. He just looked at the blank canvas for a good half hour before going up to the iCarly studio to retrieve some of the other paintings. After an hour he had eight painting and one of the sculptures surrounding him, he took a deep breath and looking around at his other work.

Still without an idea he decided to start his base coat of paint, he mixed black into some purple until he got the deep color he wanted. He applied it to the canvas slowly, feeling every brush stroke, the texture of the cloth could be felt in his fingertips. His mind was racing, scanning this world he had created for anything, anything at all that he could put down. After several minutes he finally had his midnight purple base, a starting point. Closing his eyes he took several deep breaths. (It shouldn't be this hard,) He thought to himself, (focused).

Grabbing a fresh brush he hovered it over his paints, desperately trying to get anything from the colors. After several passes the brush stopped over the green, a green that was nothing compared to the brightness of her eyes. For the first time in hour his mind was ravaged by the porcelain girl with hair like the night, those eyes of hers bore into him causing his world to crumble around him. He was trapped, her appearance pulled him in, using her beauty as bate and when he finally saw those eyes he was snared. The final blow was that flash, the faint sympathetic look, that hit, that fleeting glimpse of her soul, it hooked him... and he didn't even know her name.
Spencer finally shook himself for the daydream turned downward spiral and noticed the sun creeping into the sky. He checked the clock, 6:45am, (damn, only seven days left) the man sighed and began to close his paints. Once his brushes were clean, he head for his bedroom removing clothes as he went, socks, shirt, pants, boxers, bed. His shins hit the edge of his bed and he fell forward, landing with a slight bounce he turned his head to the side and fell asleep.

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Spencer woke up a little after 2pm, he let out a yawn as he crawled out of bed. He hit the ground with a groan and crawled over to his pants which were just inside his door. Digging into his pockets he rescued his phone and checked it, two missed calls, one text, and one voice message.

Voice mail first, he called his mail box and entered his code,1-2-3-4. "Good morning Spencer, this is Jacob with the Waterfront Gallery. It's Saturday, one week till your show opens, we're hoping to get your work by Monday. I'll be here till one so please give me a call when you can, we need to set up transport and sign a few papers. Call me."

As the message ended he lest out a long groan. "Crap." He checked his phone to make sure Jacob didn't call more than once. His other missed call was Socko, nothing important, cause there was no message. Finally he checked his text, it was Carly: Hey Spence, I just wanted to let you know how proud I am of you. I can't wait to see you Friday, I'm so excited to see your exhibit. Be good, I love you.

Spencer smiled as his eyes became a little glassy, he hadn't realized just how much he truly missed his sister until reading that message. Taking a few deep breaths to calm himself, Spencer finally pulled himself off the floor and made his way to his bathroom to take a nice long shower.

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"Afternoon Mel." Spencer called to the blonde after his brief pause at the door of the Groovy Smoothie. A second pause let his eyes drift to the table 'she' had sat at the day before, there were three coffee cups stacked in a little pyramid.

"She left five minutes ago."

"What?" His attention was pulled back to the blonde behind the counter.

"She left, she was here but now she's gone."

Spencer chuckle, "Thanks, could I get a six shot mocha and a blueberry blast?"

"Sure thing." Melanie was the only one at the counter currently, so she took his money and started making Spencer's dinks. "T-Bo told me about your art exhibit, that's so exciting."

"Thank you, I'd love it if you came to the opening, Carly will be there and I know she'd love seeing you there too."

"Well, how can I say no to that?" She smiled at him gave him his mocha, "So how are you doing? You seemed pretty upset when you left yesterday."

"I'm doing good," he lied, "she was just so mean, and... hot."

Mel handed him his smoothie. "Listen Spence, there are thousands of gorgeous girls in the world, but the look I saw on your face yesterday wasn't just disappointment, it was devastation. If you're that invested after no more than five minutes, I'd say you need to try again, plus I have the feel she may have stayed as long as she did to at least try and see you again. She was looking at the door alot."

"Really?"

"Yeah, you know what? Let me take you to dinner tonight, I have a bunch of tip money and we need to catch up. What do you say?"

"That sounds great."

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