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Chapter 11

This was it. It was over. In her hands, Sam held the archive of Spencer's feelings for her. She had seen them. She must've known that he was in love with her. She must've known that things would never be the same.

"I'm sorry," Spencer said quickly, ignoring the spill on the floor. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." He took a deep breath and released it. "There. I apologized for every drawing of you that I've done."

Her eyes widened at him. "You drew me-" she paused as she counted in her head, "one, two… twelve times?"

He nodded. "I'm sorry," he said again. "I know that you probably don't want me drawing you. I just…"

She stood up and stared up into his face, hope coming over her. What was he saying? Was he trying to tell her something? "You just what?" she asked, staring into his brown eyes.

He had to fight the urge to take her into his arms and kiss her. They were standing so close, bodies practically bumping into each other. Her lips were just there, begging to be kissed by his. But, he held back. "This is your fault really," he decided to say.

She took a step back and fell backwards onto the bed. "How is this my fault?" she asked as she propped herself up on her elbows.

He shrugged. "Well…" he sighed. "You've inspired me. I don't see how that's my fault."

She rolled her eyes. "Oh yes, it's my fault that you can't help staring at me."

He made a scrunchy face and snapped, "Okay, it's nobody's fault." He tried to take a step back but tripped on the empty bowl the popcorn had been in. He fell forward, landing on top of Sam and pinning her to the bed. "And who's fault was this one?" he asked, befuddled.

She laughed. "That would be yours."

"Mine?" he replied, furrowing his brow. "You were the one that startled me."

Her blue eyes narrowed at me. "Oh, yeah, it's my fault that you can't seem to keep a grip on anything." She shoved him back far enough so she could push him sideways and pin him to the bed, straddling him. "I'm not budging on this one, Shay."

He smiled. "You're cute when you're winning an argument."

She cocked an eyebrow. "I'm winning, am I?"

"Now you're just arguing to argue," he replied.

As their laughter died out, it slowly occurred to the both of them what position they were in. Sam sat on top of Spencer, her legs on either side of his body, smiling down at him. "I think I won."

"I think I need to make more popcorn," he said, looking down at the floor.

She nodded. "Try not to drop it this time."

Neither one made a move. "Uh, Sam?" Spencer said.

She smiled down at him. "Yeah?"

He looked slightly sheepish as he said, "Popcorn's kind of hard to get underneath you."

Her smile disappeared. "Oh, right." She swung her leg over and laid down next to Spencer, lying on her back and staring at him. "Um, Spence? Is that a flashlight in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?"

"Oh," he replied, reaching into his pocket. "It's just a flashlight." And sure enough, in his hand, he held a small blue flashlight. "I liked to keep it on hand in case of emergency."

"Oh," she replied dumbly. Her cheeks were starting to heat up from her accusation. How could she say that? Of course he wouldn't be… up because she was straddling him.

"I'm going to get the popcorn now," he said in an unsure voice, standing up and trying to break the tension. "Then we can watch the movie, okay?"

She nodded stiffly, her face still burning. "Okay."

Spencer went out to the kitchen and started making another bag of popcorn. He was cursing his body for reacting to Sam like that. Thank god he kept that flashlight with him, otherwise he didn't know what he would've said. And it wasn't as if sweat pants were constricting in the least…

He just didn't understand why his body reacted so easily. She had just straddled him playfully and… things happened. That was so unlike him. He and Sasha Striker had gone out once after he beat her at Pak-Rat. After dinner, she practically threw herself at him. Had his body reacted then? NO, of course not. That would've made life too simple. It had to wait until the most inopportune moment of his life to do anything.

He must've spent ten or twenty minutes in the kitchen, trying to calm himself down before going back into his bedroom, two new sodas and a new bowl of popcorn in hand. But when he got there, Sam had fallen asleep.

He smiled. There was no way he could wake her up. He placed the snacks on his bedside table and hit the lights, climbing into bed next to her. He draped his arm over her and pulled her close to him. He had never felt so at peace in his life as he did at that very moment. He wanted to lay here with her forever.

"Spencer," Sam said in a sleepy tone, "Do those drawings mean that you love me?"

He could feel his heart rate speed up, but he kept calm. She had figured it out… When Sam questioned him again, he just pretended to be asleep. He was not ready to tell her yet…

AN: I actually got this chapter up quickly. This I attribute to my boyfriend's help with Spencer and to the fact that: I FOUND MY TALISMAN! WOOOOO! Anyways, please R&R!