William Reid.
His father was allegedly another baby daddy.
Spencer excused himself from T-bone's ranting and raced to the bathroom. Locking himself in there, one thing was for sure, he would never come out. It was bad enough to purportedly have sex with Lana… But having sex with a girl who had sex with his father was downright nauseating, vulgar, and disturbing. At this point, Spencer would rather pay child support every month, even though they weren't his children by any means possible.
Splashing cool water on his face, he had to go back out. And, he did. Maury was beginning to read the story of Lana, and her two sons, Jason and Jerome. Spencer took a seat far away from William. Lana guessed who the baby's father was, and surprisingly she exclaimed, "I know one of them is Spencer's, and one is William's!"
"The father and the son?" Maury questioned, raising an eyebrow in interest, "Well we have them here today."
The studio managers barked at the two to get out on the stage. After being forced, and after some heated gazes exchanged between the father and son, they were thrown into the mob. Security was backing them up, and unlike Lana, William and Spencer remained silent and polite.
"Spencer, do you believe that these are your children?" he gestured to the board. There was no genetically possible way for his baby to have that thickness of hair.
Shaking his head, the crowd booed. "Her story is completely off, I have an eidetic memory and I would remember having sex with her," Spencer explained. Lana pounced and began yelling at Spencer and cussing him out.
"What's her story?" Maury queried, getting security to hold Lana back.
"Apparently that I had sex with her in a Cracker Barrel bathroom," Spencer shrugged his shoulders, knowing by now he had this paternity suit in the bag. The men behind the webcam nodded in agreement, and even his father did as well.
Maury scratched his head, "That is your father right?"
Reid nodded awkwardly, and William more enthusiastically, they both exchanged worrisome glances. "Sadly," Spencer sighed, "Can we get on with this Maury?"
"Alright, when it comes to the case of Jerome, Lilo you are the father!" Maury announced. Backstage cameras rolled and showed an awestruck Lilo, the transgendered woman, going absolutely AWOL. The crowd burst into cheers. Maury began talking once more after he had gotten the crowd calmed down, "When it comes to the case of Jason, T-Bone, you are the father!"
T-Bone ran out on the stage, and paused in front of Spencer and William, "Yo 'dawg, talkin' 'bout 'sum daddy issues righ' there'," then T-Bone proceeded to yell at the mob. Spencer and William exited, knowing their professional lives were at high stakes.
Before William could talk to his son, a set of fingers laced around Spencer's arm, pulling him off the side, "You promised you wouldn't keep me waiting."
Observing the figure in the dark closet, the eyes were a dead giveaway. "Yo, Kibbles and Bits, come check this, Saltine ova' her' issa' mint pimp, got 'sum game bro," a man pointed at them, not helping their case was the fact Audrey had her arms around Spencer's craned neck.
Closing the door, Audrey smiled and laughed a little bit, "You didn't have sex with her."
"Tell me about it," he giggled, feeling incredibly awkward in this position. She was beautiful, and they were alone, and she was interested… It would make a man nervous right?
"Well, where are you taking me?" she stood on her tiptoes to attempt to whisper in Spencer's ear. Too bad she was entirely too short in stature to even try.
At home, Spencer walked in ready to face Coco. Dropping his bag on the ground, he saw her curled up on the couch reading a thick book, glasses on the tip of her nose. "Do you want any pot roast I made?" she inquired, gesturing to the kitchen.
"Is that Nietzsche?" Spencer asked. Tipping the leather bound book upwards, he read the fine gold print. Much to his amazement, it was.
Coco nodded, her glasses excessively large and gawky, "Yep, just me and my French literature," she mentioned with a forced dry chuckle. She wasn't reading the book. Spencer though, wanted to see how much he could let Coco make an ass of herself.
"Never knew you had such tastes, Coco," he complimented, going into the kitchen to locate the aroma of the pot roast. It actually appeared edible, because in the top of the trash can was a to-go box, nice. "Have you gotten to the revolutionary 'God is dead' theology that channels the modern destruction of humanity and exposes nihilism as a self reflection of individuality to fix humanity, but not self reflection on humanity as a lump sum?"
"Yeppppppp, it's Coleen," she stammered, trying to make something up off the top of her head. Sipping on the delicious soup, it nearly came spewing from his nostrils when he heard her say, "God is dead and Satan has killed him." Finishing his bowl, he was trying to figure out the best way to burn Coco on her lack of intelligence.
"Right, Coleen, read your German philosophy and reflect on how we have killed God," Spencer patted her head, patronizing the electric blonde.
AN: I'm putting this on hold. Not really into it anymore. Thank you guys though for the support and all the favorites, reviews, and follows. Coco isn't dead to me, neither is this version of Spencer... But I've got another fanfiction, and three original fictions I'm writing... Yada, yada, yada, you don't want to hear my complaining.
Anyways, this won't be the last of me... :)