Evie fluffed her hair up a bit while Spencer was on his way. She figured if they were going to the park she may as well look like a hippie. The whole thing was rather ridiculous. She was pining after an FBI profiler; definitely more dangerous than the chemist and teacher boyfriends she had in the past.
She had been seeing Spencer in the shop for a little over five years now. At first he would come in, grab a coffee and then sit in one section reading for an hour or so. He had his periods of hiatus as well. They must have been when he was off working on a case, she now assumed.
Evie's placed frozen grapes in the large lunchbox and began to cut the peanut butter and fluff sandwiches. Her mind wandered as she cut and she began to think of the different personalities Spencer often displayed. They all must have inhabited him with the different things he has seen over the years. How many deaths had his precious eyes seen? Did he have anyone to share that with? That has to be disturbing with an eidetic memory – she thought to herself. The last thought she had before a knock at the door startled her was – would he hide from me?
Evie shook herself from those thoughts and placed the knife down to shuffle over to the door. The thoughts that had just poisoned her mind were eradicated at his shining smile. "Hey." He said to her rather nervously.
Evie laughed and just stepped into his arms. It took him a minute, as it always did, to hug her back. His arms encased her and her heart broke a little, someone wasn't used to a simple casual hug. She let him relax into her embrace before she pulled back shaking her head at his apologetic smile. She kissed his cheek and grabbed his hand. "Come! I've made sandwiches." She exclaimed, and then turned to twirl into her own house.
Spencer stood in the doorway completely awe-struck by her for a moment. He had never seen anyone so carefree. My line of work is going to corrupt her – he fleetingly thought to himself. The disorienting feeling that consumed him when he thought of the prospect of letting her go threw him off guard. "Shift!" A small voice said, as Evie poked her head out from around the wall. Spencer smiled at her and shook his head, crossing the room to meet her in the kitchen.
The sight that befell him could only be categorized under the adorable tab in his large brain. She was standing against the counter licking fluff off her finger. For the first time since entering Spencer noticed the music floating through the iPod dock on the counter. Little Talks was playing and he smiled as he watched her dance around. He smiled and leaned against the doorframe to watch her dance.
He looked at her adoringly from head to toe. Her hair framed her face and fell in curls to the very top of her shoulder blades. It was thin, but looked as though it possessed endless layers. The purple shirt she had on clung to her curves desperately and amplified the paleness of her skin. Her white skirt followed her graces lightly and she flitted around toe first in beige flats. He noticed the whole outfit's color scheme was very planned, even her turquoise hat meshed well, making her look like a bit of a hippie. He finally snapped out of his trance. "Having fun little one?" He asked.
Evie turned to him completely flushed, bright-eyed and rather magical looking. She looked a bit like she had just stepped out of fairytale woodland. She contemplated answering his question, but resolved there were more choices than just that. She could get him to dance with her, answer him with a kiss, or just nod her head lightly flirting with him. Deciding on the first, she tentatively stepped towards him with her hand out as an offer. He took her hand, but started muttering something incoherent about not being able to dance and she simply shook her head at him as the song changed pace.
Send Me On My Way floated through the speakers and she grinned immediately, being reminded of her childhood. She started moving her hips from side to side slowly, as if she were doing the twist. Spencer looked down at them and back to her face, just shaking his head. She giggled a bit and placed her hands to his hips in an attempt to make him twist with her. As though her smile were infectious he smiled back to her and followed suit. Within minutes he pulled her to him and twisted with her while sending her on mini spins under his arms, only to have her crash back to his chest.
As the song came to the middle, I would like to hold my little hand, Evie began giggling. Spencer soon followed her and just lifted her off her feet as the steady drum beat and whistle began fading, just spinning her slowly. He laughed as the song ended and placed her down on her feet. "For barely being able to twist your hips to spinning me around like a ballroom dancer, you sure are good Doctor." Evie said winking at him.
"Well you are a very good teacher." He replied softly as he ran his hands through his hair, just making it more unruly than usual. He suddenly became thankful that his mind was so organized and could hold multiple things at once; her lips were becoming very distracting.
"Shall we head out?" She asked ducking out of his embrace.
The sudden loss of her small frame in his arms made them both feel a bit empty, but neither would admit to it. "If you're ready my dear." He replied as he resumed his previous position against the doorframe. He watched as she double checked everything and zipped up the lunch box, all the while marveling at her movements. She had the grace of a dancer and walked with her feet turned out. He resigned to ask her if she had been a dancer later.
She finally turned to him with the lunchbox in her hand. "Let's go!" She said as they smiled at one another. He took her hand and led her to the door towards his car. She laughed lightly as he insisted upon opening the door for her and climbed in. He hopped in on the other side and started the car. Music falling through his speakers and she laughed once more at the familiar tune. "Never took you for a lover of rock music Doctor!"
"You may be one of the only people who knows. Sh!" Spencer replied jokingly. Evie turned up the music louder and sang along with Jim Morrison himself. He stared wide-eyed at her as she belted the words to Wild Child. His chest clenched a little at the way she responded and felt to music. Her eyes were closed and she was swaying whilst smiling.
They made their way to the park as tunes from Pink Floyd and The Doors floated though his speakers. Wide smiles were plastered on their faces. Spencer was enthralled that she shared his music taste because she seemed a little young. It wasn't that he was any older, just that his dad used to play these songs for him. Evie was incapable of not letting go to music and that made it easier to give Spencer a little glimpse of her real self.
Spencer observed that her face didn't really fall, but she did get a distant look in her eyes as she hummed along to The End. She looked more contemplative than sad, but he still recognized that look. It was as if she were hiding something, but by the time they arrived at the park it was lost. She had a smile on her face again again and Spencer had to laugh because she was almost as secretive as him.
Evie stepped out of the car and smiled as the warm air caressed her skin. She put her sunglasses on before turning back to Spencer, hoping that he didn't notice that earlier look on her face. Spencer put his sunglasses on and willed his headaches to stay at bay today – just one good day – he pleaded. They walked hand in hand to a tree with Spencer carrying the lunchbox and Evie the blanket. He helped her lay it out and they both slipped their shoes off before stepping onto the blanket. Spencer looked down and noticed that each one of her toenails had been painted a different color. She seemed a bit quirkier then she was letting on. "I don't go outside too often unless it's with the kids, but this is so much better!" She exclaimed as she twirled around.
He smiled at her and sank down against the tree. She slowly came to stand in front of him and he marveled at the wiggle of her toes. Her hands were placed softly on her hips and her hair fell to the side as she cocked her head. "Shall we?"
Spencer reached his arms out to her and she sat in between his legs, leaning against his chest. He pulled the book from the lunch crate and smiled to her as he opened the book to begin reading. "I can definitely read much smoother than I speak," he muttered into her hair. Evie giggled and relaxed as he began.
He was much smoother in the cadence of his voice and he was also reading at a normal pace. Every time he got particularly into a part his voice would get lower, which was almost too calming to listen to. They had both settled comfortably leaning back with no tension as the story went on, the rise and fall of their chests a synchronized rhythm.
About two hours later Evie had climbed from his lap since they were ready to eat. She was highly upset at the loss of warmth. "I actually can't believe you like Kurt Vonnegut," Spencer said as they sat facing one another in the grass. She had laid in his while he read some of Slaughterhouse Five to her. "Why did you think it was a cliché novel?"
She laughed aloud, blushing. "That actually wasn't the book I had picked out at first."
"Oh, what book was it?" He asked throwing a frozen grape at her.
"Oi! Throwing stuff at me, you're such a child Spencer!" She said laughing. They both erupted into giggles and lay on their backs, looking at the clouds. "I had Water for Elephants picked out at first," she admitted sheepishly.
"I've not read it, is it good?" He asked turning to her. She was going to complain that the worlds greatest genius had not read one of her favorite love stories, but she couldn't get the words out when she looked at him.
His eyes were roaming lightly over her body and he was running a finger over her tummy. It was a calming feeling, having him reach to her. He finally looked up at her when he realized she wasn't answering and placed his hand flat on her, blushing. "You don't have to stop," she said quietly.
"I don't know how to, this is going to sound odd…I don't know how to touch people. I have never just let my hands wander on someone else. I mean I've seen other people be touched and I could tell you the name of every inch of your body, but I've no idea how to manipulate it to make you feel anything," he said looking to her at the last few words.
Evie's heart fluttered in her chest as placed her hand under his chin, lightly scratching like you would a kitten. "Do you want to learn how to touch me and make me feel something?" Spencer nodded at her and she giggled, "go back to what you were doing on my stomach."
"Why, what does it make you feel?" He asked like an excited boy as he resumed his earlier actions. She shifted closer to him and he marveled at the clench of her stomach muscles. He turned on his side so he could look down on her while she was flat on her back, eyes half closed.
"It's comforting for one. It gives me butterflies, but otherwise look at my arms. I have goosebumps," she said letting her head fall to the side. Evie looked to him and smiled at his attempt to form words, but it just wasn't working to his favor. He resolved to move his fingers across her tummy more. She let him think for a bit before opening her eyes and turning to him, "what was the news you had for me?"
"You really are not obligated to, but I am sure Garcia would use a tracking device to find me. The team wants to know if you will come and go out with us tonight. One of our members is leaving and we are going for drinks," he said looking to her.
"Ah, where do you generally go?"
"It's just a little bar. They have pool as well. I normally get kicked out of those games pretty quickly, but they are just angry because I end up winning," he said sitting up.
"Well I'm fine with going if you would like. I'm rubbish at pool, but watching you play anything has to be amusing," she replied sitting up to face him.
He smiled to her and reached to place his hand on the side of her face. She leaned and nuzzled into his hand, "come please."
"Of course you big goober."
He sighed contentedly and leaned back once more and fell to lie back down. Spencer resumed flitting his fingers on her, choosing now to trace the outline of her hips. The line was rather visible through her shirt and she squirmed slightly under his touch, so he looked to her with a question in his eyes. "What does that make you feel?"
"It's a sensitive part so rather interesting at the moment. With your touch being that light it makes me feel warm. I don't know how to really put something like that into words," she said letting her head fall to the side once more.
She heard Spencer swallow loudly and she opened her eyes. His were fixed on her and she reached up to play with the hairs at the nape of his neck. "You know I have seen most of your haircuts." He nodded slowly and she just made a little sound of amusement before bringing his lips down to meet hers. There was a difference lurking within his kiss because it wasn't just comfort, it was almost desperation.
Her tongue darted out to pan across his pouted bottom lip and he allowed the taste of her to invade him once more. The grip on her hip tightened as he let out a choked moan into her mouth. He pulled away after their breathing turned ragged, "I swear I have never had this much of an issue with control."
Evie laughed and smiled fondly at him, "really if I would stop kissing you I'm sure we would not be having these issues."
"Oh, but it would be a travesty if you stopped. I quite like the way your lips feel."
"What do they feel like to you?"
"Well your bottom lip is easy to catch in between my teeth because it's a bit thicker than your top lip. Your tongue always seems to battle mine because you can push it against mine so easily. And you never taste bad which is highly incredible considering you are definitely human," he said smiling up at her. Her lips were parted and she was just a bit flush.
"What time do you usually meet your team?" Evie asked in a rather strained voice even she didn't recognize from herself.
"We normally get there around nine, why do you ask?"
"It was actually a deploy to get my mind off of your devilish set of fingers. Your voice didn't help that bit."
"What do you mean?"
"You really can't tell effects that you have on people?"
"No one has ever explained it to me. I've never tried to elicit reactions like that out of anyone. The closest was in a pool once, but that was a case of transference I think," he said rubbing a little spot on her side. "I want to massage your back…"
"I…er…why?" She asked almost thinking that she knew the answer, but then remembered it was Spencer Reid. There was going to be no normal answer from her genius.
"There are a lot of nerve endings in your back and that includes ones that go off onto your sides. I want to know if you have back dimples and memorize the curve of your spine. I really want to press up against you as well, but I can't do that here. It's actually shutting off my brain," he said putting his face in his arm.
"Well let's go back to my house and relax," Evie replied. They both stood and wiped the grass from their pants. Spencer wound his arm around her waist and pulled her flush against him, gripping her back tightly. "Spencer, have you ever been able to keep someone against you?"
"Never wanted to and I really seriously do not understand it right now," he replied in an almost defeated tone. She let herself be held against him for a few moments as he took deep breaths before stepping from him embrace. He headed over to the car and she picked up the basket letting him have a few moments and allowing herself a few.
This whole thing would escalate very quickly and if they weren't careful someone was going to step on the other's toes. It wasn't as if she didn't want to be with him, but she didn't want him uncomfortable. He had periods where he got quiet and she took that as him trying to internalize everything. Resolving to have a chat with him when they got back to her house she headed back to the car. He was quiet on the way back, but still held her hand. It was small compared to his and the lanky fingers tapped lightly against the tops of her hands.
Spencer finally parked at her house and they climbed out of her car. The whole atmosphere between them had changed between them, but it wasn't tense. Spencer's thoughts circled around actually being with her and calling someone his. Evie's thoughts played with the notion that he could give in to letting her get to know him. What if he actually let her inside of his mind? She stopped in her tracks and her mind flew around the idea for what seemed like hours to her, but his voice pulled her from her thoughts. "You all right?"
Her head jerked up as she began laughing. She walked to the door, "yeah, sorry. I was just thinking." She walked in the house and went to the kitchen to put the lunch case down.
Spencer had the book and was sitting on the couch in her living room, doing what looked like reading. She only skimmed books like that. "Can you actually read that fast or are you just skimming the book?"
"I tend to not do it in public if I can help it, but yeah I can read this fast," he said putting the book down on the table. "Should we talk?"
Evie plopped down on the couch and pulled her legs against her chest, "what do you really want from this whole thing?"
Reid looked shocked at her question and turned the question around in his head. He was not one to just want sex, but she was really draining his self control without meaning to. He also was not one for relationships, but she was really draining his control on that. What would be so bad about having someone to come home to at night? "If you'll let me have you I would like to be with you. I've really never done that with anyone and not one hundred percent sure how to do any of it. I feel like you shut my gears off and it is comforting."
"I quiet the dull roar?"
Spencer nodded his head and let out a nervous laugh. Her hand reached out to touch him and he watched her closely. Her smaller fingers reached out to trace the veins in his longer ones. She gripped his hand and flipped it to examine his pink palms. "You have incredibly soft hands," she said grinning.
"Will we gradually get to know one another?" He asked staring at the line she was making against his palm. The light touch was sending twinges to his spine.
"Yes, we will. I won't try and make you do anything you're not ready for," she said in a small voice. If he had not been with anyone treading into these waters would be very difficult. He could figure out half of the things in life for himself, but really learning how to work with someone else would be the rub.
Spencer picked up her small hand and wrapped his fingers around the very start of her forearm, exposing her wrist. "I don't know if there is much I'm not ready for if it's with you," he replied sliding his tongue against the top of her wrist. He bit lightly into it and she bit roughly into her bottom lip.
"Blimey, please tell me that was permission to snog you right now," she whispered out. Spencer chuckled and captured her lips with his. There was desperation in his kiss now and she was thrown atop his lap. She let her hands fly into his hair as she lightly massaged his scalp. It was a far cry from the roughness of his hands seemingly digging into the ample flesh of her bum. His hips pushed up into her and he sought the same friction she did.
Dampness formed between her legs and she slid her self to grind against him again. His hands found their way under her shirt to grip at her sides. She pulled her mouth from his and began peppering his neck with kisses. "This isn't transference, I cannot stop my body and you taste absolutely delicious," was all he managed to gasp out against her.
A loud ring made both of them jump and Evie nipped at his neck a little, "going to answer that sweetheart?" She purred against him.
"I don't really care. I think it's in my pocket," he said dreamily. Evie rubbed both of her hands up his legs to see if she could grab his phone. It was in his right picket and he slid his hips down as she reached to fish it out of his pocket.
"It is…a J name. No idea how to say that one," Evie said handing him the phone.
"Hiya Jayje. What is going on?"
"It's me Uncle Spence! Mama called you, but let me say hello. She said someone is coming to watch me, but it's not you," the little one said rather glumly over the phone.
Evie twisted herself to attempt to get off of his lap, but he held her there. He looked to her and pleaded him with a look to stay. She rested against the inner of his left side and he rubbed her back talking to Henry. "We are having a good-bye party for Emily buddy. I can't be there tonight, but I'll come by and say hi."
"Mama said you are taking her tonight. Daddy is going later."
Spencer heard JJ scream to her son over the phone, telling him to give her the phone. Henry's feet paddled against the ground and the phone shuffled a bit, "Hey Spence."
"Well hello Jayje. How are you?"
"Good, Will has been gone all day so it has just been me and the rascal. I was calling to ask if you would get me tonight because Will has to stay late. He is still coming though," she said.
"Definitely. What time do you want me to get you?" He asked falling calm and in sync with Evie's breathing. Her breath against his neck was soothing and she soon started light kisses against it.
"Seven thirty if that's all right. Are you bringing anyone then?" She asked trying to hide her curiosity.
Spencer laughed a little before answering, "I am. She is right here."
"Oh! You're with her. You have a lot of explaining to do later Spence. Ah, I think Henry has found our poor cat again. See you later!" She called before hanging up the phone.
Spencer smiled as he hung up and let Evie's kissing commence. She had started lightly and he could now feel the definite press of her lips against the hollow of his neck. Her tongue peaked from between her lips and he felt the dampness. "Spencer, do you like being bitten?" She inquired letting her teeth ghost over his neck. He squirmed under her and gave a slight nod of approval. He felt her grasp a bit of his neck in between her teeth, but then she closed down and he couldn't be quiet.
Shivers violently shoved their way through his body and he pushed her hips into him. "I really don't want to have to go anywhere, but right here with you for the rest of the evening," he said as she smoothed her tongue over the bite.
"What about the bedroom? That seems more appropriate, does it not?" She inquired finally sitting up.
"It does, but I don't even know how my nerves would do getting through that situation right now," he finally admitted to her. While she really did feel good he was afraid his mind would start to overthink everything.
Her expression softened, "there is a benefit to starting slow," she said tracing her fingertip along his jaw line.
Spencer raised his finger to poke her against the sternum, "you know more about my reactions than I think anyone at work. Jayje said this would be something good to follow and I can't help but think having someone to come home to would be lovely. I just don't want to subject you to anything dangerous about my job. It is really not safe. I have been through too much, well, we all have. I just don't want to get into this and hurt you."
"Spencer I can take care of myself, but I would love to have someone to look after. I don't mean that in the sense of a child either. If you go through something emotional I want to be there for you. Who do you have?"
Reid didn't want to admit it, but not too many people really understood him. The team tolerated and embraced him many times. He trusted them with everything and half the reason was because they could read it off him anyway. The only other person that really did know his feelings towards everything was his mom, "I've only got my mom. I write to her and recently I've been lucky to get a coherent letter back…"
His arms slid around the very bottom of her waist. He clasped his hands at her back. "Why do you say coherent?"
Spencer glanced down and then back to her before speaking, "she's schizophrenic, has been for a while. She has been having psychotic breaks that last longer than usual. Normally hers last about three days, but recently she has had ones for a week every two weeks. The duration is what scares me not how often they are. If it was the frequency I could blame it on her surroundings, but since it's the duration I think her mind is slipping farther. It is a bit like an Alzheimer's patient. She slips so far that she only recognizes me as one of her students and she hasn't taught for nigh over ten years now."
Evie wasn't aware of the tears that were falling from her eyes, but Spencer just cradled her into him. It all felt quite good to finally have a release, but he didn't want to break her resolve. "What is she like?" Evie quietly asked.
"When I was really little her and dad were amazing. We used to go out to the park and he would underdog me while she read. She was always the one reading actually. She fell deeper within her psychotic breaks and my dad finally left. At the time I thought he left because she really was lost, but I figured out it was actually because of a murder. She really was brilliant after he left. I just had to play along during her breaks, but by the time I had turned eighteen she got really bad. I sent her to a home and she begged me not to let them take her, but I couldn't take care of her." Evie's hand automatically went to rest above his heart. His hand ran up her arm to cover the hand over his heart, it felt weird to have a hand there.
"So you have spent your life taking care of someone you love and saving people's lives?" Evie asked him.
"I had never really thought about it that way. None of us do. To us all the cases are personal. It seems selfish to get something out of actions that are so brutal. The whole job opens your eyes up to the horrors of life, but there is beauty there too. I lost sight of that for a while and the whole team knew. None of us talk about our personal lives really. The job and this have to be separate or you'll bring everything home with you. We all have to have an escape. Writing to my mom became my release. Every letter to her is like a diary entry of sorts."
"Do you think we really could work? I mean…I know I want this. I don't want to take away from your life though. It seems so endless and you must want time to yourself. We don't have to fly into anything and I'm sure an adjustment period will need to be had, but there is something so incredibly intriguing about you that I want to explore. I want to know what makes Spencer Reid tick," she finished with a kiss to his nose.
Reid looked up at her perched on his lap and gave her a small smile. "I'm going to be way too nervous and I will probably mess the whole thing up. Just tell me when and what I'm messing up. If we can work through that something tells me this can work," he said as he watched her face erupt into a Cheshire grin.
"As much as I enjoy cuddling up to you I think Anne just pulled in," Evie said leaning her head down into his shoulder.
Reid chuckled at the rather sour tone in her voice, "You're adorable annoyed." She made a muffled sound into his shoulder and smacked him lightly on the arm. "I've got to get changed and all before I get Jayje. If you grab clothes we can run back to my apartment and we have 2 hours and 17 minutes until we would need to head out from my place. Would that give you enough time to get ready? By the time we get to my house we would have a little under two hours." He said rubbing his hands across her back.
Evie nodded and hopped off of him just as the door opened, "Eeeeevie I'm hooooome!" Her loud roommate exclaimed shutting the door.
"Living room!" She yelled back.
Evie snuggled up into Spencer's side and waited for Anne to walk in the room. "Oh, lover boy stayed," she said standing in front of them.
"Hello Anne," Spencer laughed out.
Evie just rolled her eyes and sat up. "We are going out with some of his work mates later on so you have the whole house to yourself this evening."
"Oh goodie. I can watch Star Trek and read!" She said sarcastically. Evie busted out into a very loud laugh and jumped up to hug her best friend.
"Come here," she said grabbing Anne's hand. "Spencer we'll be right back," and with that they were off to her bedroom.
Evie opened the door and leapt into her bed to scream into a pillow and Anne shut the door. "Woah there, someone is happy."
Evie sat up completely flush, "I don't even know what to do with myself! He is nerdy, unselfish and incredibly pure hearted."
Anne sat down next to her best friend. "Now tell me how you really feel about him with out all the mush," she said lying on her back.
"We literally haven't done anything but snog. He is a fantastic kisser and really can't control himself. The poor soul," she said laughing.
"Well break his resolve! Goodness knows you need to get laid eventually. Is he a virgin?" Anne asked as they both turned to face one another.
"Yes, thank heavens. I don't think I could handle him if he wasn't. I'm going to a bar with him and his team tonight. What in the world am I supposed to wear to that?" Evie asked as she stood and started pacing the room. "I mean, I don't want to look slutty because one that is not me and two I already have someone I don't need to show off for. I don't want to look like a twelve year old at a bar both because that's not flattering and I want to impress his team. I can't do that by making them think he's a pedophile. I don't want to look completely fashion inept either, that would be horrible," she blurted out.
Anne let her pace a bit more before speaking up. "Evie you have me as a best friend. I will not let you go out to a bar looking like a complete idiot. That would ruin my record," she said winking as she got an incredulous look from her best friend.
"Help then? We are leaving to go to his soon," Evie said as she began rummaging though her drawers.
Anne stepped up and grabbed her hand. "Eve, go straighten the kitchen and I will pick out three outfits go to with your black flats. I'll pack a bag for you and you can choose what you're most comfortable in at his house. I'm only putting mascara, blush and eyeliner in your bag as well. Oh and leave your hair down. I'll put the curler in there," she said shoveling Evie out the door.
Her own bedroom door was shut in her face, but she couldn't do anything except laugh. That was the way her best friend worked and she loved her for it. Evie walked out into the living room and found Spencer there. He was standing with his right hip cocked up to the side and arms crossed in front of her bookshelf. She figured that would be the first thing he would go to, but that didn't make it any less amusing.
"You really do have quite a few interesting books," came a soft statement from him. Evie looked down to see if she had stepped on anything that could possibly make noise. She found nothing and was about to ask how he heard her, but he answered that before she even asked. "Hypersensitivity. It comes with the territory. Mine only fades when I'm really deeply into something," he said turning to her. His legs carried him to her in a few strides as he wrapped his arms around her. "Something has to be stimulating all facets of my brain for me to not react to a background sound. Very few things can do that."
Evie stared up at him rather speechless before he captured her lips. A shiver coursed through her and he laughed breathlessly into her mouth before pulling back. "I'm…I'm going to tidy up the kitchen. When Anne comes out we can go down to yours," she managed to squeak out.
Spencer smiled at her and watched her walk into the kitchen before returning to the books. He was a bit more distracted now and wondered if his mom had been right all those years ago. She used to tell him that when he found someone to love, he would love her forever. He had fun with Lila and Austin, but neither of them really captivated him. Austin had gotten under his skin more than Lila, but she left too. With a good-bye and hope we cross paths soon another person had walked out of his life.
Maybe that was what scared him the most. If everyone left him what was the point in even being attached to someone? His subconscious answered that for him. He would never find anyone or be able to stay with someone unless he actually tried. The logical parts of his brain screamed at him because what if he ended up like his mother? That disease could do more harm to the ones around then intended, and the last thing he wanted to do was hurt Evie.
She was the girl who had always been in the background. The first month of knowing her he really didn't even think twice about her. He had actually met her when she was a cashier. The whole shop had been short-handed for a while so she mixed the jobs she was doing. They talked sporadically, but then he had gotten into the bulk of the bad cases. After that Gideon left and soon after his migraines started. Everywhere he went he just wanted to be left alone, but he was now remembering that she helped him find the books on migraines. She had even told him a few books to get from the library. Had he been that oblivious over the past few years?
"Hey, boy genius," a girls voice called behind him. Spencer turned around and was facing Evie's best friend. "Take care of her tonight. I know she can take care of herself, but she has demons too. Just, be careful with her."
Spencer nodded, resolving to ask Evie about her demons himself. Anne nodded thanks to him. "EVIE!" She screamed out. Spencer jumped at her scream and they heard a very loud curse from the kitchen.
Evie emerged from the kitchen completely flushed. "What in the hell Anne? Jesus you nearly scared my skin off," she said removing her hand from her chest.
Anne laughed and pointed to the bag. "Don't do anything I wouldn't," she said kissing Evie on the cheek before heading into the kitchen.
Evie swallowed and looked over to Spencer. "Can we go now?" Spencer smiled and picked up her bag, which Anne had placed at his feet. Evie grabbed her favorite ring from the table in the living room.
When she walked out Spencer was already standing by the passenger side door holding it open for her. "Always the gentlemen," she said happily climbing into her side. Spencer climbed in and they started off towards his house in a rather happy silence.
A/N: Graces that is a long chapter full of cute stuff. WOAH. Well next up is the night out! Hope you all enjoyed. Thanks again for all the favorites and adds. Love all of you! X