A/N: Thanks to SquishyCool for her input and help for certain parts of this story. Warning: slight masturbation and pre-slash. The character Lucy Hardwicke comes from the movie In the Land of Women. Enjoy chapter three!
Take me, take me back to your bed.
I love you so much that it hurts my head…
"Are you mad? Do you want a smoothie?"
Spencer stared back at Sam as if she was speaking a different language. It was a stupid question. I mean, who asked those kinds of questions after breaking up with someone? Of course he was mad. To Spencer, the whole world the whole world was turned upside down, puppies and kittens were being murdered, and there was no way he was going to find someone else like her.
"Spencer, talk to me…" Sam pleaded as if buying a smoothie was going to make things better. Spencer loved smoothies but not as much as he loved Sam.
"Why?" he wondered. If they were going to break up, he wanted to know why the sudden change of heart.
"Because…" Sam hesitated for awhile. There was so many things she wanted to say but she didn't want all of them coming out at once and sounding like mush "…because I'm eighteen years old."
"I thought we went over this already?" Spencer replied "I thought it wasn't a prob –"
"No, I'm trying to say that I'm eighteen years old…I should be out with friends, partying all night…this is the time to experience things…kiss a girl, even! But instead, you have me tied down like I'm some kind of wack job in her late twenties thinking her biological clock is ticking!"
"Oh, you are ridiculous! I am not trying to domesticate you."
"You aren't?" Sam glared at him "Remember when you asked me about having children? Do you even realize how devastated you looked when we found out I wasn't pregnant?"
Spencer wanted to argue back but no, Sam was completely right.
"And another thing" Sam went on "We plan on having sex like some freakin' fourty year old couple! We used to always just go for it when we felt like it…"
"Oh, but you're the one texting me!" Spencer argued "You're the one organizing the nights and –"
"It's because you made me! You shouldn't have let our relationship get to that point of monotony!"
Spencer sighed "Sam…I don't know what to say. You should have told me this sooner. Anytime you feel like there's a problem, I'm all ears."
"I'm sorry, Spence. I just feel like I need some time away from you."
The conversation was winding down but Spencer knew there was more. He could tell by the hesitant look in Sam's eyes.
"Look, I thought you should know this too" Sam searched for the right thing to say "I've been…kinda seeing Freddie…"
Spencer thought it would never end. Sam threw dagger upon dagger through his heart. What was next? Was she going to say she lied when she said she loved him? That the sex wasn't great? There was so much he wanted to say but all it came out to was
"But you hate Freddie…"
"Something happened during New Years Eve" Sam replied "Look, I'm sorry okay?"
Without saying anything else, Spencer got up and left. He figured that if he didn't want to start a commotion, the best thing to do was just to walk away.
OOOO
A week after his confrontation with Sam, things didn't get better for Spencer. He couldn't finish the sculpture he was supposed to be working on so he started a new one. He figured that if he made a sculpture of a giant bucket of fried chicken that maybe, Sam would come back to him. So he started.
He bought all the supplies, made a blueprint of how it would look like, and even decided to put a secret message. But mid-way through the project, he stopped. Cleaning out his closet, he found a few items that belonged to Sam. A t-shirt, and the black dress she wore. Oh, that black dress…he could he forget? The first time she wore it and the time she came into his bedroom in it.
Spencer plopped himself down on his bed clutching the dress in his hand. He closed his eyes as the other hand roamed throughout his body. He thought about Sam. Her golden hair, her tiny waist, the way her breasts fit perfectly in his hand, the way her thighs would lock around his hips when they fucked. The hand that roamed throughout his body now reached down into his pants. With the memories of him and Sam's sleepless, love making nights, he began to pump his cock. Faster and faster, thinking about how Sam would ride him. He moaned as he came close and…
"Hello?"
Spencer looked up to see the blonde standing near the door of his room "Jesus!" he gasped.
The blonde looked away in embarrassment and stepped out of the room with her back against the wall.
"Don't you knock?" Spencer tucked himself back into his jeans feeling a bit angry and mortified.
"Your door was open and I knocked a few times" the blonde replied "I came here because I got some of your mail…"
Spencer stepped out of the room to meet her. She handed the mail to him with lowered eyes "Sorry I interrupted your…alone time"
"Its fine" Spencer bit back a blush "I should have locked the front door and my door."
"Well, this has been awkward. I guess I'll see ya' around" the blonde started to walk but paused and turned back to him "Lucy Hardwicke."
"That's your name?"
Lucy nodded. Just as Spencer was about to introduce himself, she stopped him "I know your name. Spencer Shay, right? It's on your mail. Unless you live with someone else…"
"No" Spencer's embarrassment from earlier turned into a smile "I'm the only Spencer Shay in here that I know of."
"Great. Well, I'll see you around…Spencer"
"You too…Lucy"
As she went back to her place, Spencer watched her leave thinking to himself for a moment.
OOOO
"Come on, dude…it's been almost three weeks since she broke up with you…get over it!" Socko came over that afternoon trying to get Spencer to go out "There's a whole world of chicks out there!"
"Oh, I don't know…" Spencer groaned as he sat back on the couch "Yeah, there are plenty of girls out there…but none of them are Sam."
"Forget Sam!" Socko sat down next to him "She's just another chick!"
Socko had set Spencer's whynotdateme dot com profile back up and was able to find him a couple of dates. The first one was a German model named Nina Schubert. Spencer thought he had gotten lucky real fast because Nina was gorgeous. Statuesque and sophisticated. They went on three dates and then he found out she was with someone else back in Germany and had used him to get a green card for the states.
The next date was Camilla Barton. A young brunette who worked at a pet store. At first, Spencer really liked her. Her sillyness complimented his personality just fine. Up until he found out she was a little too obsessed with cats and asked him to make cat noises in bed.
The last date was Katy. Katy Glass was a college student and English major. Spencer had to be really careful with this one. But so far, she wasn't in need of a green card nor was she obsessed with an animal that she wanted to be one…Katy was just…normal. She and Spencer went on five dates and got to know each other. He found himself getting really comfortable with her and thought about making it official. So one night, he took her to the Chambrolay hotel's bar and grill to officially ask her to be his girlfriend.
The night was a total disaster. Spencer was fine up until he saw Freddie and Sam coming in. He was distracted and not listening to anything Katy was saying. He kept his attention focused on Sam and Freddie.
"Spencer, are you alright?" Katy asked.
"I'm fine" Spencer replied trying to give her a smile "I, uh…I gotta go to the bathroom…" he stepped out of his chair and lucky for him, the men's bathroom was close to Freddie and Sam's table but hidden amongst fake plants just like it was meant for him to spy on them.
Instead of going into the bathroom like he said he was, he hid in the fake plants and watched as Freddie and Sam giggled and talked. He held her hand at once point and it made Spencer's blood boil. These were kids he used to babysit. A girl he used to make love to, and a boy he thought looked up to him.
A few minutes of watching, Spencer saw Freddie get up to use the bathroom. He walked away from his hiding spot and out of nowhere, bumped into a waiter who held a huge tray of food that landed on him. Spencer tripped as plates and utensils hit the floor. The whole restaurant watched.
"Spencer?" Sam turned around and went to him "What are you doing here?"
"Sam…uh…I was having dinner with someone." It was the truth but somehow Spencer managed to turn it into a lie.
Seconds later, Katy came to Spencer's aid "Spence, are you alright?" she eyed Sam and Spencer together.
"Kate, this is Sam. She's an old fri –"Spencer tried to introduce.
"She's your ex girlfriend. I see. No wonder you were so distracted. I'm leaving." Katy exited the restaurant. Spencer sighed. He can never keep a date. It was all Sam's fault.
A few days after the restaurant incident, Spencer didn't want to go on anymore dates. He stayed at home and planned on finishing sculptures, watching, TV, and never going outside. He didn't care if he was becoming reclusive.
One night, Socko begged Spencer to come out to see some live music with their friends at the local dive bar. He knew Socko wasn't going to give up so he got dressed and met them up. They all stood by the bar nursing beers in their hands waiting for the band to come on stage. The bar wasn't packed tonight. Spencer looked around, girls were with their boyfriends so there wasn't any potential dates around.
At around midnight, the band went on stage and the catchy alternative rock music filled the bar. Socko and the rest nodded their heads to the music while Spencer stood still. Its not like he didn't like the music. He was intrigued by it. Like he never heard anything like it before.
"Hey" the auburn haired lead singer appeared on stage "I'm Drake Parker from San Diego and here's a song I wrote called 'Don't Preach'"
Spencer had to know this band.
TBC…