"Look, I can explain-," Spencer began, but then he stopped. Could he really explain this to Jennifer?

Jennifer was staring at him. Her eyebrows were raised in expectance.

"Well?" she asked, gesturing back at the computer. "Can you explain to me how there is an email I wrote to Marjorie telling her I got a," she turned back to read his own words, "'better offer' when I don't even remember writing it?"

Spencer tried to come up with a reasonable excuse; something that would make her laugh, something that would make her smile at him like she did only an hour ago. However, the only thing that he could think of was—

"I'm so sorry."

There was a beat where Spencer stood with his arms open, completely bearing himself to the woman he loved. Jennifer sat at the island, staring at him. The silence between them was almost unbearable.

"Come again?" He heard her ask.

"I'm sorry." Spencer repeated, "After I sent that email I wish I had taken it back. I know I'm a terrible boyfriend and I don't deserve your forgiveness but-."

An orange flew across the room and smacked him straight in the stomach. He doubled over in pain, his arms wrapped around his abdomen.

"Ow! Where did that orange come from?"

He had to dodge into the couch to avoid a grapefruit.

"You sent that email?"

Jennifer was standing, another weapon (an apple) clutched in her hands. There were tears glittering in her eyes. Spencer swallowed the lump in his throat, he was such an idiot.

"Yes. I sent the email."

"WHY?" she exclaimed, her grip tightening on the apple. "Why did you feel the need to sabotage the one thing I have wanted my entire life?"

Spencer's mouth flapped open and closed for a few seconds. His reason seemed incredibly stupid now that he thought about it.

"I didn't want to lose you." He spoke so quietly that he was almost positive that Jennifer hadn't heard him.

"What was that?"

"I didn't want to lose you." He repeated louder.

"You didn't want to lose me?" Jennifer yelled, "You must be insane!"

With a frustrated scream, Jennifer dropped the apple on the ground and stomped down the hallway into their bedroom. Spencer watched the apple roll under the couch before launching himself up and into the bedroom.

"Jennifer, wait! I'm so sorry! I know I'm an idiot! I can make this right, I promise!"

He lurched to a stop in the doorframe. She was frantically stuffing clothes in a frayed suitcase that was resting on their bed.

"What are you doing?" He asked, afraid of the answer.

Jennifer zipped her suitcase up and turned to face him.

"I'm leaving." She murmured to him.

"What? No, don't leave."

She turned back to the bed to pick up her suitcase. When she turned back she couldn't look him in the eye. She shuffled her feet and picked at the handles of her suitcase. Finally she looked up at him; there were tears skimming her cheeks. Spencer felt his heart crumble at his toes.

"I don't think I can stand to stay here with you after you've done something like that." He heard her say before she swept out the room, leaving him reeling in her words.

He had to sprint to catch up to her, which was saying something, considering their height difference.

"Wait! Where will you stay?"

Jennifer hesitated at the door.

"I'm not sure. I'll probably find a hotel nearby until I can find other living arrangements."

"Don't do that." Spencer said, his voice choking on his words, "Don't leave."

For a second he thought maybe she could be talked out of leaving him. He thought maybe he could figure something out, something that could make everything ok. But then the door cracked open and Carly stepped inside from school, followed closely by Sam and Freddie.

"Hey you two!" she called, dumping her backpack by the door. "Hey, Jennifer, did you ever get that email?"

With a suppressed sob Jennifer pushed past the three teenagers and effectively broke Spencer's heart. He sunk down onto the floor and wrapped his arms around his head, rocking slightly as he tried to stay together in front of Carly, Sam, and Freddie. For a second, the apartment was completely silent. He could sense the teenagers still there but he didn't look up.

Eventually, he felt two arms wrap around him. For a second he thought maybe Jennifer had come back but when he looked up, it was his sister comforting him.

"What happened?" she whispered to him, tucking his head onto her shoulder.

His throat was sore from holding all the tears in.

"Carls, I fucked up royally."

Carly didn't ask any more questions, which was exactly why he loved his little sister. Instead, she helped him up and walked him to the couch. Once she had sat him down she got him a glass of water. While she was bustling about the kitchen, Sam and Freddie each took a seat next to him.

He was an idiot. He had ruined something his girlfriend had loved and now she was gone. He had driven her out of the apartment by his sheer stupidity. His overactive imagination played out hundreds of different scenarios of his Jennifer living in the streets because she could no longer stand to be with him. God, what had possessed him to do something like that?

"Freddie," He murmured amidst his heart break, "when you find a girl you love, don't ever ruin her interview with the editor of the New York Times."

Freddie, good man that he was, didn't even blink at the atrocious act Spencer had committed against Jennifer. He just nodded and patted the older man's arm awkwardly.

"Ok, Spence. I'll keep that in mind."

There was something about being pitied by a bunch of teenagers that made Spencer just a little bit more depressed. He knew he spent way too much time with people under 21 years of age but he had never truly realized it until that moment. For the second time that day, Spencer sprang up from the couch like he had been burned. Carly jumped, the water spilling from the glass.

"Thanks for your help guys, but right now I think I need to be alone."

He heard his sister calling for him as he walked away but he was already around the corner. Once the door was closed, he fell face first onto his bed. Maybe if he lay there long enough he would smother himself and die. That's what he felt like doing anyways.

After a few hours of tossing and turning Spencer finally fell asleep. Carly had long since gone upstairs with Sam and Freddie to practice for the upcoming iCarly and he had no inspiration to work on any sculptures. However welcoming the sleep was, it didn't last very long. A few hours later he woke up sweating and gasping for air. He had been tormented by dreams of losing Jennifer in different ways.

He gave up after the third dream of Jennifer being swallowed by the darkness and sat at the edge of his bed, his head in his hands. In all of his relationships, he had never felt this way about any girl. He had never felt such a loss when any other girl left. Spencer needed Jennifer back. He just didn't know how to make up for everything.

He jumped up from his bed and began pacing the room, brainstorming ideas.

Flowers? No, she was way too pissed at him to accept flowers and move back in.

Write her a song? That was a laugh. There was a reason Spencer was a sculptor. He had no musical talent whatsoever, that all went to his sister. Since he couldn't get his feelings out through song or poetry he sculpted.

Make her a sculpture? Maybe, but if she rejected it, he would be stuck with a sculpture that looked like his girlfriend. It would be forever evidence of how stupid he was. Maybe it was worth it, he definitely deserved it.

Then it came to him. Of course! He was such an idiot! Nearly falling flat on his face, Spencer took off toward the kitchen. If he managed to pull this off he might be able to fix everything.

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