Thursday night Amy and Spencer were at her place hanging out. They had originally gone to their separate homes, but Spencer had wound up calling her just to chat. This eventually lead to Amy inviting him over instead. She hated long conversations on the phone, preferring to be face to face with the other person and reasoning that it wasn't that far for him to walk anyway.
About an hour after arriving, Spencer decided it was already time for him to go. He needed to get home and get something to eat. Not wanting him to leave so soon, Amy suggested he should stay and she would cook him dinner. Despite her protests for him to sit down because he was the guest, Spencer insisted on helping her cook.
"Are you sure you can make anything edible?" She asked joking around. "I don't want to wind up with food poisoning."
"Ha ha," He replied sarcastically. "I'll have you know I am an excellent cook." Amy eyed him. "Alright, I'm a decent cook."
"Much better."
"The point is I can cook. I am a bachelor after all," he pointed out. "I have to have some way to sustain myself."
"Point taken," She said.
Dinner wasn't really that complicated anyway. They decided on making pork chops, potatoes, and carrots. They fought over who would be stuck on peeling duty for the potatoes, and Amy somehow lost. So she got stuck with fixing the potatoes and carrots, while Spencer cooked the pork chops. And he was sneaky enough to not let her see what he was doing to them.
Once everything was finished they sat down at the table. Spencer waited for Amy to take a bit before joining her.
"Okay, I am willing to upgrade your cooking skills from decent to really good," She said. "What did you put on these any way?"
"You really want to know?" He asked.
"Yes."
He motioned for her to lean in and she did. "It's a secret," He whispered into her ear, then returned to his food.
"Oh you suck," She said, making him laugh. After a couple minutes she decided to steer their conversation from earlier in a different direction. "So, we have talked about places we went to school and thing we studied. Now I want to know the goof stuff."
"What good stuff?" he questioned, afraid to where this might lead. While he wanted to know more about her, he wasn't sure what her reaction would be to some of the things in his life.
"I want to know about what life was like for you in school beyond academics." Amy explained. "I want to know what made Spencer Reid who he is."
"I was a child prodigy in a Las Vegas public high school who graduated at ages 12," he said after some thought. "I'm sure you can imagine what it was like."
"I don't want to imagine, I want to know." Amy waited for him to respond, but he didn't. Thinking he might be uncomfortable about the topic, she decided to disclose some of her embarrassing high school history. "Alright, I'll tell you about me. I might not have been a childhood prodigy, but I wasn't exactly popular either. In fact, I was an outcast with very few friends.
I was shy, awkward and geeky. Even though I wasn't afraid to be myself, it wasn't what people wanted so I was at the bottom of the high school hierarchy. And then there was this guy who I had been crushing on since middle school."
Spencer listened intently, wondering how this attractive confident woman in front of him could have been so different in school. She seemed to have the type of personality that would have fit in anywhere.
"During my junior year I was allowed to start dating. My mom had this rule that I had to wait until I was 16, which I did." Amy continued. "Not that anyone until then, or even after then had been interested. But later that year Andrew Shepardson, The guy I had been crushing on for years asked me out."
She didn't know why she was telling him this story out of all the possible ones to pick from. Se guessed it was because she wanted him to know he could tell her anything, because she had been through some horrible things too. Plus, she just had this instinct that told her she could trust him with this.
"It turns out that his friends were just around the corner of the hallway. He had been dared to ask me out as a joke. They all had a great laugh about it. And it made me insecure for the longest time."
There was a short pause after, during which Spencer decided to tell her his own story. Taking a deep breath he said, "I know what that feels like."
Amy was shocked. "You're kidding me?" She couldn't believe anyone would do something like that to Spencer. Although she was judging from the Spencer she knew and not the childhood Spencer. But still.
"They did," he admitted. "And worse."
"What could be worse?" She asked.
"I was in the library when they sent Harper Hillman in to tell me that Alexa Lisbon the prettiest girl in the school, wanted to meet me behind the field house. I should have known right then that something was wrong, but I foolishly went any way," He said. He looked so ashamed to have been tricked so easily. "When I got there she was waiting, along with the entire football team." He paused. " They, uh, they stripped me naked and then they…tied me to a goal post." He finished looking down at his plate.
"Okay, I know the last thing you probably want right now is sympathy," She leaned over and gave him a hug. "But I can't resist."
"Thanks," He said returning the hug.
"I just have one question," She said when they broke a part.
"Which would be?"
"Can I have Penelope track them down so I can kick their butts?" She asked, making Spencer laugh and officially breaking the tension. "What's so funny?"
"You wanting to track down the people who tormented me in high school so you can beat them up," he said amused.
"I happen to take it very personal when someone hurts my friends," she replied, looking pleased with herself.
"You didn't even know me back then," he pointed out. he found it surprising, yet flattering that she would consider doing that for him.
"Doesn't matter. You are my friend who I shall defend," She said. Then she realized the words she had used and grinned. "Hey, I rhymed. I'm a poet and I didn't even know it!" She burst out laughing at her own lame joke.
Spencer gave her a strange look. "I'm starting to get the impression that you are not completely normal."
"Normal, darling, is a relative term," she said. since they had finished eating she started taking the dishes to the sink. Spencer jumped up to help her. "Do you know the meaning to the word sit?"
"Apparently not," he replied, rinsing his own dishes and putting them in the dishwasher.
"Some genius you are."
After the dishes were loaded, they headed into the living room. they sat in the same spots on the couch that they had the first night. This time though, Amy was wearing pants. So Spencer didn't have to worry about them riding up and exposing more skin.
"So what are we watching tonight?" Spencer asked.
"Nothing," she replied. "I'm not finished talking yet."
"What if I am?"
"Tough. If you refuse to talk I'll just hold you down to get the answers out of you," she threatened.
"You wouldn't," He said, not entirely sure that was true. If her behavior in the past two weeks was anything to go by, she would do it in a heartbeat.
"Wanna bet," she said, pouncing on him and pinning him down on the couch by surprise. As he lay on the couch she straddled his waist and pinned his arms over his head. "Are you going to talk?"
"No," he said simply, not to struggle in the least. "You do know I could just roll over and flip you off of me, right?"
"Not when I do this," She said, ticking his sides. Unfortunately she got no response. "What? how come you're not laughing?"
"Because I'm not ticklish there," he said, arms still over his head even though he was free to move them. Movement at this time wouldn't be to wise considering how she was positioned. It was fine until she started moving around.
"Not there huh? That means you're ticklish in another area," she said with a mischievous look. "Find it I will my precious!" She started by going after his neck. When that didn't work she began to turn around on him so she could go after the lower part of his body.
On second though Spencer decided, her movement was even worse then his. He sat up and flipped her onto her back. He went after her side with his hands, figuring that since she went after his first it was most likely her ticklish spot. He was right.
"Okay! Okay!" She screamed through her laughter. "You win! Just stop! Pleaseeeeeeee!"
Spencer stopped and pulled his hands away. "I like winning," He said as she was catching her breath. "So, what did you want to know?"
She looked up at him in disbelief. She started all of that to get him to talk and after getting her to surrender, he was willing? Spencer Reid could be a truly evil man.
**Author's note: So lets review. They have slept in the same bed together. Amy has used Spencer as a human pillow. They got everyone to believe they were a couple. Amy straddled Spencer's waist and they had a little tickle/wrestling match. And they still haven't kissed. WHAT THE HECK IS TAKING THEM SO LONG?! Hehe.
