chapter10
Spencer had finally gotten himself together. He got dressed then walked out of his room...
Well actually it was Dereks room.
He stood at the top of the stairs and stared down at his Master on the couch sitting next to the three women. Spencer bit his lip as he slowly walked down the stairs.
He could see and hear his Master laughing with the girls.
Spencer swallowed. He wasn't sure what do say or do. He cleared his throat.
"Hi." He wasn't sure if he spoke, until three women and his Master turned to him. Spencer forced a smile.
Derek got up from the couch and walked over to the boy. Sure he was 19 years old, but Spencer was a kid at heart, since he never had a real childhood.
Derek slowly put his arm around the boy.
"Spencer. These are my team mates. Penny, JJ and Emily." Derek gestered to each woman as he said their names.
Spencer forced another smile and waved. "Hi."
Prentiss slowly stood up. "Hi Spencer. Um... are you alright? We were worried, when you ran out."
Spencer scooted closer to Derek, who squeezed his shoulder.
"It's ok." Derek whispered. "Remember what I said, they're our friends."
"Oh Derek, he's adorable. Like a puppy."
Spencers head shot up to the woman with the pink fuzzy things in her hair. She was dressed in all pink actually. Pink skirt and a shirt in a lighter pink.
"I'm not a puppy." He whined low. But it didn't go unnoticed. Derek chuckled and Prentiss and JJ silently giggled.
"Come, sit here." Penny pat the couch next to her.
Spencers eyes widen and he shook his head.
Thats when Derek got slightly worried. "Come on, Spence. You knew me for about ten seconds before you got used to me." The agent tried pulling Spencer towards the couch.
Spencer turned to his Master, burried his head in Dereks chest and grabbed onto the dark mans shirt. "Please don't make me." He whipered.
Derek licked his lip, stared up at his team then back down at Spencer, who was still clinging to his shirt.
"I'm not going to make you do anything you don't want to do." The agent whispered, just as low as eariler. "But, I want you to talk to me."
Spencer inhaled deeply the scent of his Master. He smelled, clean. Like soap and exspensive colonge. "About what?" Spencer asked.
"Well... I already told you these are our friends. They're not going to harm you. So, why don't you like them?"
Spencer shrugged.
Derek slightly smiled. "What if I sit with you?"
Another shrug.
Derek pulled Spencer to the couch, and nodded. "Come on. I'll sit with you."
I'm sorry. I got a terrible headace for the past two days. Then i'm trying to find some peace and quiet so I can write and people come up to me saying the dumbest things. Like...
'Do you know we're all going to die in 2012. They say THE WORLDS ENDING!'
ARG! i'm so annoyed! I'm like 'shut up'! Damn! Don't live life thinking about death. Or esle it isn't a life at all. The bible says No one but God can predict when he's coming.
So shut up and leave me to live my life!
BTW, I will update again tonight because this is waaaaaaay shorter then I had planned. But people moaning and bitching really gets on my nerves, so I had to pause here and leave my wonderful readers drooling for more. :( This isnt my day...