you've got me spinning
all around,
i'm upside down.
i'm going crazy,
crazy for you
I woke up the next morning at 9:30, but I wasn't concerned because today actually was Sunday and the boys had off. I got up and walked into the kitchen where all the boys were sitting at the counter. All except for one. I felt a twinge of guilt, but that unsympathetic part of my mind told me that I shouldn't concern myself with Prettyboy and his problems, even if I did cause them.
"Morning," I said to no one in particular as I kissed Logan's cheek.
"Morning." Logan and Carlos said in unison, smiling at me while Kendall just mumbled something incoherent. I rolled my eyes at him, not about to let him ruin my good mood.
"Do you guys have a coffee maker?" I looked in a cabinet, then closed it after I found nothing.
"Third cabinet down." Carlos said quickly, causing me to be a little concerned. The last thing that boy needed was caffeine.
I sat down next to Logan after I made my coffee, resting my forehead on the table while I waited for it to cool down.
"So, Spencer, care to tell me why James refuses to come out of our room?" Kendall asked, raising his brows when I looked at him.
There was that twinge of guilt again. "Why would I know?"
"Well, he's been depressed ever since you talked to him yesterday, so obviously you had something to do with it."
"Maybe he broke his own heart. He is in love with himself after all." Suddenly Logan was gone from my side and Kendall, Carlos, and I were standing in front of the door.
"We know what you did Spencer." Carlos growled, and I flinched when I saw his expression.
"And you know what they say," Kendall began, taking my suitcase from Logan who opened the door. "Bros before hoes."
My jaw dropped a little. Were they serious? "But Kendall it's bros before hoes, not bros before your long lost cousin whom you love and is not, in any way shape or form, a hoe."
"Sorry Spencer." Logan said, my eyes growing wide as Kendall picked me up and kicked the door open wider.
"You can't do this!" I shouted, but it was too late. Carlos and Logan waved at me with smiles on their faces as Kendall tossed me into the hallway.
My eyes flew open and I sat up with a jolt. I looked around the dark room, reaching over and turning on the lamp before taking a deep breath.
"It was just a dream." I muttered to myself. I sat there in silence for a long moment then looked over at the clock. 6:04. I sighed heavily, laying there for a few minutes before coming to the conclusion that I wasn't going to fall asleep.
I got up and walked cautiously down the hallway, not wanting to wake up the boys or for my dream to come true. It was still early so, like I'd both hoped and expected, no one was up yet. I bit my lip, not knowing what to do. I glanced over at the swirly slide out of the corner of my eye, smiling a little before tiptoeing over to it. I hadn't been down it yet, and not seemed like as good a time as ever. I climbed the stairs to the small loft, moving to the entrance of the slide before sliding down. I sighed a little once I got to the bottom, giving a halfhearted 'wee.'. It wasn't nearly as fun as I thought it would be. I had gone down headfirst, so I rolled over onto my back and laid there, looking at the living room upside down. I sighed again, closing my eyes as I suddenly got really tired. -
"Is she dead?" I heard Kendall's voice, but I kept my eyes closed.
"I hope not. Poke her Kendall." Logan said. I fought back a smile.
"No! Carlos can do it."
"Do I have to?" Carlos sounded scared.
"Yes." Logan and Kendall said simultaneously. I noticed there was an odd lack of one voice in particular and I frowned the slightest bit, thinking of my dream.
When I sensed Carlos was close I suddenly opened my eyes and said "Boo!" They all screamed like little girls and I laughed, kicking my legs over my head and rolling backwards off the slide.
"You guys scream like girls." I said as I stood up, still laughing.
"You are pretty scary." Kendall said with a smirk. I smacked his arm.
Logan took my hand in his own and smiled at him, kissing his cheek. I looked back to Kendall who was pretending to throw up. I smacked his arm again.
"Why were you sleeping in Carlos' swirly slide?" Kendall asked. Carlos almost looked a little mad.
"Why weren't you sleeping in it?"
"Because I'm not crazy."
"Neither and I."
"Clearly you are. I mean, who just does that?"
Kendall and I started arguing then, both of us saying random things to keep it going.
"Will you two stop?" Logan finally said, causing Kendall and I to immediately shut our mouths.
"Where's James?" Carlos suddenly asked, now sitting at the bottom of the slide.
"Not up yet." Kendall said simply.
"How come?"
Kendall's expression changed then as he folded his arms and looked at me. "Oh, I don't know. Why don't you ask Spencer?"
I started panicking, but I tried not to let it show. "Why me?"
"You were the last one to talk to him before he went into this sudden depression." Logan and Carlos looked at me now and my heart started racing.
"That doesn't mean much. He probably broke his comb or something." I inhaled slowly, trying to keep my cool.
"Or you broke his heart."
I had a flashback to the look on Prettyboy's face when I broke his heart, and a wave of guilt washed over me. "Please, Kendall. I 'm cold, but not that cold. I didn't do anything to hurt him or his little ego."
He stared at me for a long moment, as I'm sure Carlos and Logan were also doing, before he grabbed my shoulders and turned me around.
"Go talk to him." My heart sank. Sure, that was better than getting kicked out, but there were so many things I would've rather done.
"Do I have to?" I whined as Kendall started pushing me forward despite my best efforts to stay stationary.
"Yes."
"But what if he's asleep? I wouldn't want to wake him up." I was desperate now.
"Spencer. Go." He shoved me through his bedroom door, closing it after me before I could turn around. I jiggled the knob, but it wouldn't budge.
"Stupid Kendall." I muttered under my breath, sighing heavily as I turned away from the door. The room was dimly lit by a small lamp set on a table in between the two beds. Prettyboy was laying on his bed, staring at the ceiling with his hands folded over his stomach. I took a deep breath before walking over to Kendall's bed and sitting on the edge.
"Hey." I said quietly.
"Hi." I could tell he was still hurt, the guilt starting to eat away at me again.
An awkward silence filled the room as I tried to think of what to say.
"Listen, James," I practically choked on the name, but I knew calling him Prettyboy now would get me nowhere. "I'd like to apologize for yesterday. I didn't mean to be so harsh." There were so many things I opened my mouth to say, but I decided to keep my mouth shut and leave it at that.
"And?" He said after a few moments.
"And…I feel pretty bad and-"
"You don't have to lie, Spencer." He spoke quickly, cutting me off.
"What?"
"You obviously don't like me, and that's just something I have to deal with. Don't act like you feel bad, cause I know you don't." He said calmly, sitting up to face me.
"Woah woah woah. How would you know if I felt bad or not?"
He smiled a little. "I know you meant what you said yesterday. Don't pretend you'd take it back. You wouldn't. I know that and you know that."
He was really starting to get under my skin. I didn't feel any guilt anymore, I was just angry.
"You know what, Prettyboy? I take back my apology. I'm not sorry. And for the record, I didn't feel bad, but obviously your ego is too big for you to see that."
Realization dawned on his face as he said, "Spencer, wait," but I had already wrenched the door open and stormed out.
"How'd it go?" Kendall asked from the couch as I crossed the living room, still fuming. He shrank back after seeing my expression when I turned to him.
"Great. Just great."
There you go! I know it's short, but I'm hoping to have a new chapter up tomorrow. If I don't have it up then then it will be up soon. That's it for now! You know what to do!
