The Epic Tale of How Running in the Hallway Forever Changed the Nation

A/N: Okay, I swear the plot's going to pick up this time... next week. I think. I hope. Mehh, I don't know. My muse is vacationing in the West Indies right now and it's really annoying, so I hope you enjoy this cute little interlude in my stead.

No matter how bad my muse gets, I ain't gon let my babies go without their weekly dose of period drama, historical fiction, pushing-the-manilla-folder-slash-envelope moreid.

-Blue and You

Chapter Ten: Sassy Attitude and an Ass That Won't Quit

Spencer

The phone rang in the apartment like a sudden chime. Spencer looked up from his book in trepidation and dog-eared the page. Sucking his teeth angrily, he tossed it aside and headed to the phone that continued to wail on the other side of the room. He was right in the middle of reaching an epiphany about the complexities of the human brain before the phone rang and forced him away from his studies. This had better be fucking important.

Just before he reached the phone, he took a deep breath in hopes to quell his intense want to curse out whoever was on the other line. Spencer picked it up and gritted his teeth, "…hello?"

Derek's voice rang out from the other side, "Hey, man. What's up?"

Spencer released a breath, "Well, I was about to shower this caller with extremely colorful language, but since it's you, I've decided to reconsider."

Derek chuckled, "That's good news."

"Don't count your eggs, pal," Spencer leaned against the armchair beside the phone and held back a sigh at the sound of Derek's laugh, "'Reconsider' means a possible change of the decision regarding. For all you know, I may still be lingering on the idea of calling you a shithead."

Derek outright laughed, "Come on, man, I had something serious to talk about. Don't make me come over there."

Spencer whispered breathily, "What makes you think I would disagree if you did..."

Derek stalled, "Uh… before you start, my mom asked me to ask you about something, so…"

Spencer hissed into the phone, "Your mother is in the room?!"

Derek replied, "Yep."

Spencer smacked his forehead with his free hand, "We're really good at flirting when your family's around."

"Is that seriously what you call—oh, God," Derek said simply, "Well, this time, it was all you. I just wanted to ask you a question. You were the one who decided to start talking about—"

Spencer added sharply, "Stop right there!"

Derek asked, "Why?"

Spencer breathed, "She'll hear you and make assumptions based on your terminology."

Derek paused, "…what?"

Spencer sighed, "Never mind. What was it you wanted to ask?"

Derek replied with a curt, "My mother wants you to come over so that we can talk strategy. You know, I'm still up for expulsion."

Spencer nodded his head, "Yeah, sure. I'll come over. Will you pick me up?"

Derek said with a smile that Spencer could hear through the phone, "Sure, kid, when?"

Spencer shrugged, "Whenever you want. You've already put a stint in my studies by calling me; I might as well go out and make a societal burden of myself."

"Cool, I'll be there in fifteen," Derek nodded.

Spencer added, "Wait!"

Derek asked, "What?"

Spencer replied, "Tell your mother I said 'hi'."

Derek sighed, clearly annoyed by the notion, "Boy, don't even. She already likes you more than me."

Spencer faintly heard his mother say good-naturedly from the other end, "Damn right, I do."

Derek whipped back, "Fine, whatever. See who's getting put in a nursing home in twenty years?"

Spencer gasped, "Derek, that's so mean!"

Derek chuckled, "I'm joking, alright. I'll see you soon, kiddo."

Spencer said hopefully, "Are you going to stop in for a moment? You know… check out my room and all?"

Derek paused for a few moments, "Did I say fifteen minutes? I meant ten."

Spencer replied, "Well, I'll just straighten up."

Derek mocked, "Please don't. Then, I'll have to look for someone else."

"That's a terrible joke," Spencer laughed, "We have to actually hang up the phone."

Derek snickered, "Why?"

"Goodbye, Derek," Spencer replied.

Derek spoke back, "See you."

Spencer placed the phone back on its hook and took a deep breath before running to his room. It was filled with books, strewn clothes, and an old mug of coffee on his desk. He closed the door and made up his bed. Spencer dragged the sheets up and folded the quilt, tossing the pillows at the head of the bed before grabbing all of the clothes on his floor and shoving then into a closet.

Turning on the lights, he re-realized the mug of coffee and took it into the kitchen to put it out and place it into the sink. Then he ran back to his room to shove the papers on top in a loose pile and stuffed them into his desk.

Spencer rolled his eyes and closed his drawer, the room looked half decent before Spencer paused and sniffed under his arms. Jesus Christ. He ran to his closet and opened it cautiously and grabbed a brown sweater. He glanced at it and decided it was clean enough... cleaner than the white undershirt he was wearing, anyway. Spencer pulled off the thin shirt and pushed the sweater over his head. Yeah, this one feels better on.

He hurried over to the mirror beside his desk and grabbed a comb, running it through his unruly hair. The curls popped back from where the comb straightened it. Spencer sighed hopelessly. He'd given up on his hair ages ago, and he really needed to cut it. I mean, Penelope put it in pigtails at lunch two days ago (and it was definitely not funny, by the way).

After spending a couple more minutes trying to tame his hair, he heard knocking at the door. Spencer wrote out a quick note to his mother explaining his absence and raced to the door to tape it there before he opened it, seeing Derek standing there with his hand behind his back. Giving him an odd look, Spencer asked him what he had back there.

Derek gave him an awkward smile and pulled his hand out to thrust a handful of daisies toward him, "I saw them on the way and they were pretty, shut up."

Spencer felt a smile creep up onto his lips without warning, "So, what you're saying is that you picked flowers for me?"

Derek narrowed his eyes at Spencer, "I didn't 'pick flowers' for you. They were garden weeds, and were halfway out of the ground, and they reminded me of you, and I'm digging myself in such a deep hole right now…"

Spencer took the flowers and held them up to his face, smelling their sweet scent as one brushed against his long wisps, "Thank you."

Derek asked, "Can I come inside?"

Spencer nodded and made room for him as he strode in, "Of course. Let me just put these in a vase."

Derek followed him after he locked the front door and watched him fill the glass structure on the table with tap water. Spencer plopped the flowers into the vase and stood close beside Derek to admire them as he placed them on the center of the kitchen table. My, did they look lovely. Spencer bit his lip, "No one's ever gotten me flowers before."

He replied softly, "Well, no one's ever made me feel this way before, so I think we're evenly matched."

Spencer laughed with a gentle jibe, brushing a loose barrel of curls behind his ear, "Me neither. New territory for us both, huh?"

Derek shrugged, "I guess so."

"Too bad you might get kicked out of school." Spencer added.

Derek smiled lightly, "Minor detail."

Spencer laughed and replied, "If it wasn't, you and I wouldn't have to go to a secret meeting with your mom to discuss strategy."

Derek scratched at the back of his head, "Yeah, you're right. It's kind of a big deal. I mean, I can't apply to work for the police without a diploma. Added to how difficult it would be to break the color barrier at the local precinct, getting kicked out of high school isn't really a good start for me."

Spencer leaned forward and took Derek's hand, "We're going to fix this."

Derek laced their fingers together and looked away from him, "Honestly, kid… I doubt that."

Spencer squeezed his hand harder, "Hey, there's no reason why we can't do it."

Derek glanced at Spencer, "Are you serious? I'm the only colored kid in an all-white school. They have me down for beating up five white kids. I'm lucky I didn't get charged for assault and locked the fuck up. It's only a matter of time before they wash the stain out of their precious little school."

Spencer sighed, "You can't keep thinking that way."

Derek shook his head, "I'm being realistic. Sue me. Wait, you know what? Don't. My mom's going to need the money when I can't support her."

"Derek!" Spencer yanked on his hand, "I will not have you talking about yourself like you have no chance! By Hell or high water, we are going to find a way out of this. You'll graduate on time, you'll get your dream job, I'll enter University. And we'll be together throughout it all."

Derek asked, looking into his eyes, "Really?"

Spencer pulled him closer, "Yes."

Derek went with the pull, "After all of that, do you really think we'll still be a we?"

Spencer bit his lip nervously, "Only if both of us want to."

Derek asked, "As friends or…"

Spencer supplied hopefully, "More than friends or…"

Derek joked with a wink, "Study buddies…"

Spencer began to laugh and rolled his eyes, "Yeah, sure. Study buddies."

Derek grinned, "So, is that what we are? Study buddies?"

"As long as I still get to do this," Spencer leaned forward and captured Derek's lips in a soft kiss, feeling Derek's eyelashes flutter against his cheek and his lips press lightly against his before speaking against his skin, "You can call me whatever you want."

Derek chuckled softly, breathing across Spencer's lips as he kissed them, "Study buddy."

Spencer's smile slowly slipped off of his face as he occupied his lips with kissing Derek back, "Study buddy."

Spencer raised his arms to wrap around his neck, feeling the firm grip of Derek's hands at his waist. They could have deepened the kiss, but they chose not to. The hypnotic feel of soft presses of lips on lips, the warm caress of breath against sensitive skin, the light swipes of tongues at the edge of lips without leaving their confines; it was so fucking addicting.

If he could, Spencer would like to spend all of his time kissing Derek. The way Derek touched him as if he were the most precious thing in the world, it was like… nothing else would ever matter at all. As long as they were touching, holding each other, forcing the other to feel just how deeply in love they were falling; everything would be alright. Spencer knows he's young. He knows that they've only been together for a short period of time. Yes, yes. He knows all of that. But, if it were possible to feel it in your soul when you were with the one person you wouldn't mind seeing every day, Spencer is sure that he was feeling it. He was feeling it right now as he stood wrapped in Derek's arms kissing him as if breathing was a silly old wives' tale.

Derek parted their lips to breathe, "How come this doesn't feel wrong?"

Spencer smiled at him in a daze, "Huh?"

Derek laughed gently and placed his palm at Spencer's face, running his thumb across Spencer's swollen lower lip, "How come you're not repulsed by me? I'm a poor little colored boy from Chicago who hasn't shaved in hours, and you're kissing me like I'm goddamn Joan Bennett."

Spencer leaned forward for another kiss and laughed gently, "You're way hotter than Joan Bennett."

Derek snickered, "She's a blonde."

Spencer argued lightheartedly, "And you have a penis."

Derek laughed, "You don't know shit about my penis."

"Wanna bet?" Spencer replied, leaning in to kiss him again, "Because when you were rubbing against me yesterday, it felt more covetous than a blonde haired actress who has an empty space instead of… something harder."

Derek shuddered a bit and chuckled, "Damn, boy. Do you kiss your momma with that mouth?"

Spencer laughed, "Every day."

"Well, it's making me go all kinds of crazy, so you might want to snap it and cap it," Derek kissed Spencer's lips one more time, "Speaking of mommas, we've got to get to mine."

Spencer pouted, "So, you're not going to take me to my room and accidentally ravish me like we alluded to on the phone?"

Derek gripped Spencer's waist harder and laid his head on Spencer's shoulder, whispering into his neck, "If we hadn't taken a vow of celibacy, I would have. But we did."

Spencer asked, "What if we made little check points? Like… lines we can't cross. Then, we'll be able to do something… instead of steeling kisses like we're in some sort of Loretta Young movie."

Derek let out a huge sigh, "Oh, thank God. I'm a healthy teenage boy. I can't be around such a gorgeous, seductive, sexually-willing flutter bum like you without some sort of outlet."

Spencer teased, "Only girls say 'flutter bum'."

Derek flipped Spencer's curls into his face and added, "Only girls have long hair."

"Hey, paws off the merchandise," Spencer pushed his hair out of his face, "I thought we were going to set some sexual parameters here."

Derek laughed, "We are! We are!"

Spencer folded his arms, "Okay… I'm comfortable with…"

The two simultaneously spoke. Spencer saying, "Cuddling—"

As Derek said, "Oral—"

The two stared at each other in shock.

Spencer paused, "…oh…"

"Hah," Derek waved his hands, "Did I say oral? I meant… ah… shit, I can't come back from that…"

Spencer began to panic, "Okay. Oral's hep. We can do oral."

Derek closed his eyes and sighed, "No, don't say you're okay with it if you're not."

Spencer worried, "Not okay. Not okay at all. I mean, not today anyway. Ring me up in a couple of weeks, and I'm sure that would be fine, but it's a little too personal for me right now."

Derek guessed, "Hand… jobs?"

Spencer perked up and nodded, "I can definitely do that."

Derek sighed, "Oh, that's good."

Spencer nodded, "Yeah, man. You want a hand job, I can hook you up."

Derek laughed, "Oh, my God. Please don't ever say that out loud again."

Spencer leaned closer and wrapped his arms around Derek's waist, "What? You don't want me to hook you up?"

Derek replied, "It's so not that…"

Spencer pulled them even closer together, "Because I can…"

Derek quieted, "Well, I…"

Spencer whispered something into Derek's ear. It was very dirty. Nearing on filthy. Derek's eyes widened and he looked Spencer up and down and replied, "Word?"

The brunette boy gave a naughty wink and backed out of the embrace, "Now, aren't we supposed to be seeing your mother?"

Derek complained, "Come on, man, you don't get to talk about my mom after saying stuff like that."

Spencer grabbed his keys and jacket off of the kitchen counter and headed to the door, "Yes, I do."

Derek followed him, hissing, "What do I see in you?"

Spencer replied, opening the door, "I'm clever as all shit. That might have something to do with it."

Derek followed him, "It might."

Spencer locked the door behind the both of them, winking briefly at Derek, "I keep trying to tell you, I'm more than a sassy attitude and an ass that won't quit."

A/N: ORDERS OF BUSINESS!

1) There's a deleted smut scene in this chapter that can be found on my tumblr (saltroundsandkevlars) on this post (post/41503917600) for all those who want a little bowchickawowow in their day, because, I honestly didn't deliver today. There are no excuses. So, I'm going to apologize with porn. (For those who have trouble finding it that way go to .com and add the post number to the URL because fanfic's being a butt.)

2) I would really like an AO3 account, so would someone out of the goodness, kindness, and schmoopiness of their hearts invite me? I will be eternally grateful, and write you porn as often as you want with whatever pairing you want from whatever fandom you want. Now, isn't that a sweet deal?

3) Cheese. Queso. It's good ain't it.

-Blue Blue Ca Choo