A/N: I love y'all so much! I hope you're liking this story. Constructive criticism is welcome, as are your lovely reviews :)
The movie that they will be seeing doesn't set the time period this story is in (there's no real year this story takes place), I just chose something that is somewhat current but old enough that I can write spoilers for it if need be.
Also, I promise there will be more dramatic things happening, but considering it's been a very short amount of time that he group has known each other, it won't happen yet.
I finished writing chapter 20, just starting 21!
Please read & review!
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Chapter 10: Allowance And Lonely Nights
Spencer stood in the doorway awkwardly, his father either hadn't noticed his presence or didn't care.
"So..um, my new friends? The ones I mentioned to you the other day.." Spencer started talking to William who was currently working in his home office.
His dad looked up and then back down towards his paperwork, "What about them?"
"They invited me to go see a movie this Thursday. I..was wondering if I could go?" He didn't know why he was so nervous, his father would probably prefer him to be out and about. Being 'normal'.
"Of course. You need money, right?" His voice was bored.
"Yes sir." He did not want to borrow money from his dad but this was his only option, and he really wanted to hang out with his friends.
William pushed his papers aside, motioning for Reid to sit in the chair across from him. "I was going to speak with you about your allowance anyways, so this is a good enough time."
Spencer sat down hesitantly, waiting for his father to speak again.
He pulled out a debit card from his desk drawer, passing it to Spence. "I took the liberty of setting up a bank account under your name."
"Oh. Thank you, I..I don't know how I'll repay you." He stared at his father.
"You don't have to, but I expect you to stay under a budget of 500 dollars per month." He looked back seriously.
The younger Reid's jaw slackened, "Five hundred?" He hadn't been expecting any spending money at all, let alone hundreds. "I don't think I could spend that in a year!" He and his mother never had spending money. Everything he made from odd jobs were put to bills and groceries.
William nodded and passed a paper to Spencer with the pin code for his new card. "I'm sure you'll have this memorized with no issues."
"Thank you." He stood up as his father continued to work, "Um, do you want me to bring you a plate of food?"
"I'm fine, but thanks." He sighed and rubbed his scalp, scratching something out on his paper. "Goodnight, Spencer."
"Goodnight." He closed the door on his way out, heading to the kitchen.
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Spencer couldn't sleep. His mind was racing, all of the negative thoughts he'd been pushing to the back of his mind were bombarding him.
He'd been tossing and turning all night and now at 2:13 in the morning, he was fighting the urge to grab the razor Stella had left in the bathroom amongst other personal hygiene items.
He cried silently but violently into his pillow, it felt as though he could no longer breathe. His mind was buzzing like angry little bees.
His forced himself to calm down slightly, so he could make it to the bathroom silently.
Shutting and locking the door quietly, he faced his reflection. Ugh. A foreign figure stared back at him through the mirror, full of disappointment.
He picked up the razor, dispensing the blade from its socket. He pulled back his sleeve and stopped. Dad might check my arms for new cuts..
He hadn't hurt himself since his attempt, but his mind was reeling and he needed a release. He was on autopilot (As much as his brain would allow) as he lowered his pajama pants and gently cut his thigh. After four small cuts, he dropped the blade on the counter.
Watching the blood dribble down was enough to shake him from his current mindset and into the memory of his attempt.
Shame, misery, longing for death... All the things he felt during those moments came rushing back.
He shook his head in disgust, grabbing some toilet paper to clean some of the mess.
Damn it! He threw the wadded up paper at the mirror, I shouldn't have done that...I shouldn't have cut myself!
He angrily wiped away the tears that betrayed him and turned on the faucet, quickly rinsing the sharp object and returning it to the razor before grabbing a washcloth and cleaning his cuts.
He soaped up the rag as best as he could to get rid of the blood, and flushed the toilet paper down the toilet. Hopefully Stella won't notice anything.
He avoided the mirror as he turned to leave, not wanting to see the disheveled look he was sure he had.
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He took his time in the shower, the initial stinging from the cuts long gone. He knew if he wanted to have coffee or eat before leaving for school he should have gotten out ten minutes ago, but it was far too relaxing to even consider it.
Eventually the water ran cold, breaking him from his tired, and so wonderfully warm, fog.
He checked the time on his new phone (Which was what he considered his only use for it. He only had four numbers: His father's, The home phone, Stella's number, and Bennington Sanitarium). He needed to get going soon.
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"No sugar, oops! I mean coffee this morning?" Stella asked him playfully, handing him another homemade lunch.
He gave her a small smile, "Unfortunately no, I have to go. Thank you for lunch!"
He checked his pocket for his phone and put his food in his bag before saying goodbye.
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-cough- "Faggot!" -cough- Darius' crony commented to Spencer as he walked through the door of their first period, drawing a few snickers from the others. The teacher wasn't in the room.
He glowered at him before hurrying to his desk. Great, he sighed, I guess I've found my main bullies here.
The laughing and taunting ceased at Mr. Hufley's arrival. "Alright class, let's get started!"
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Spencer let out a small hiss of pain when his pants rubbed across his fresh wounds while taking his seat.
Emily stared at him worriedly, "You alright, Reid?"
"Oh, yeah, I hit my leg earlier." He lied through his teeth as Penelope sat down next to him.
"Hey Boy Genius!" She blew him a kiss.
He smiled back awkwardly, "Hey..." The girls laughed at his reaction before he continued. "I asked my father and he said I could go to the movies."
"Good, it starts at 6:45 but we're all meeting in the lobby at 6:20. You know where the theatre is?" Emily informed him.
"Yes, I looked it up. So, what is it we're seeing?" He asked curiously, he usually didn't watch movies unless they were Science Fiction or documentaries.
"Tangled!" Penelope said happily, "It's an animation."
"It's a princess movie." Emily replied less happily.
"Which one?" He asked, he'd read Grimm's fairy tales once long ago.
"Rapunzel, and Emily cheer up! I hear it's actually supposed to be really good." Garcia pushed her shoulder lightly.
"It better be, otherwise you're refunding me for my ticket." She half-joked.
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Spencer pulled out the chicken stir-fry Stella made him, it smelled absolutely delicious.
"Your momma still pack your lunch?" Will kidded, bringing small smiles to everyone's faces. Well, everyone except Spencer. He didn't mean it harshly, he doesn't know about mom.
"Ah..n-no. My dad.. His housekeeper, she made it for me.." He was embarrassed of the fact that his dad had workers, it felt so showy. The others just nodded.
He felt his phone vibrate in his pocket, signaling a text message, he assumed. He pulled it out, sliding it open to the text.
Stella: Hola cariño! I'm heading to the grocery store, and forgot to ask you if you needed anything.
Spencer: Hi. Um, I was actually supposed to pick up my antidepressant medication the day I moved here. They transferred it to the local drug store..I just forgot.
That was a lie, he just felt too embarrassed to ask for them and his father didn't seen to care that he needed them...but he knew he needed them, so at least he was doing it now.
Stella: Alrighty, anything else?
Spencer: That's it. Thank you, Stella.
"Spencer Reid!" Penelope scolded him, causing him to look up in confusion.
"Wha-?" He didn't understand why she was upset.
"You have a cellphone and didn't give me your number?" She pouted expertly, causing the others to grin.
He looked down at it, and back up. "Uh.. I didn't think you'd want it." She rolled her eyes, "But, um, I suppose we should all exchange numbers just incase anything about our movie plans change."
Derek smiled at him and grabbed for his phone, his hand lingering for a second before pulling away.
"H-hey!" His heart skipped a beat at the touch, but recovered quickly, trying to take it back only to have Derek swat at him.
Morgan looked questioningly at the screen before exiting and switching to the address book.
"Relax Pretty Boy, I'm texting my number so I can save yours." He finished and handed it back.
Reid tried to ignore the feeling the nickname gave him as he responded, "Thank you."
The rest of the group told him their numbers.
"Did you know that the UK holds the honor as the official birthplace of texting? On December 3, 1992 Neil Papworth, a 22-year-old software programmer from Reading, sent the very first message when he wished his friend Richard Jarvis of Vodafone: "Merry Christmas".
At the time mobile phones didn't have keyboards so it was sent via personal computer..but it still qualifies as a text." He added as he entered their numbers and sent a group-message (That's what Aaron said it was called, at least).
Murmurs of "I didn't know that." And "Why would I know that?" Surrounded Reid, and he blushed.
"Sorry..I thought it was interesting." He put his phone back in his pocket.
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"Aaron, are you coming to the game on Friday with everyone else?" Derek asked the mature teen.
"Yeah..I'm going to meet Haley afterwards so I can't stay long." He said sheepishly, Reid smiled to himself. It was somewhat satisfying to see the guy get flustered.
"Alright, man!" Derek grinned, and Will waggled his eyebrows.
"Yeah yeah, we're not even dating." He replied sadly, though his excited face betrayed his lie.
"Uh huh, sure Hotch." Will replied disbelievingly. "That's like Pen saying she isn't dating Kevin."
Derek laughed before catching Reid's eye. He blushed.
"What about you, Reid?" The handsome football player asked.
"I've never watched football before." He answered honestly, ignoring the looks of disbelief.
"That doesn't really surprise me." Derek laughed, "Want to watch one?"
Despite the fear that he associated with football fields, he couldn't help the smile on his face, "Uh, sure. What time is it on Friday?" He turned to Aaron, "And can I sit with you all?"
"Of course you can sit with us." Will said in a duh! tone.
"It starts at five. They sit near the field, so they can get a great view of me kicking ass." He winked at Reid.
"Don't go getting an ego, Morgan." Will said, feigning annoyance.
The bell rang, and Spencer smiled to himself. "See you tomorrow."
Derek waved, Aaron nodded and said goodbye politely, and Will patted his shoulder on the way out.