Saying that Sander was tired was an understatement. He spent two days driving from New York to New Orleans and all he wanted was to stay in the comfortable bed and sleep until the wedding day.
Sadly, Kat signed him up to teach her future in-laws how to dance, and he'll be damned if he let his best friend down. Sander sat up slowly, looking across the room to see the dark eyed FBI agent curled into a ball and sleeping soundly. It wasn't that surprising really, he guessed that the flight wasn't entirely pleasant, and he knew the man didn't go to bed until midnight, and it was only six in the morning.
Sander chuckled before grabbing a random tee shirt and dark jeans from his bag before making his way to the bathroom and doing his morning ritual which included showering, brushing his teeth, and shaving. His hair grew faster than anyone else he knew, so he couldn't stand not shaving for more than three days. Sander simply hated stubble, it reminded him too much of his father. He already had the hair color down, no need to look anymore like him.
He threw his old Supernatural tee on and his jeans. Sander made his way back into the room, running his hand through his hair, getting drops of water on his shirt but it didn't really matter since it was black and the only design on it was a white devil's trap. He loved wearing this shirt, especially in towns where 99.9 percent of the people in the town he was in were old fashioned Christians.
He loved making them think he was a Satanist, it made his day every time.
He pulled on some socks and his boots before looking over at Spencer. The young agent was peacefully sleeping, officially making Sander feel like a vampire, watching people while they slept. Sander shook his head and made his bed before making his way out of the room, his phone and wallet in his pockets. He walked down into the studio that would be used for his classes and sighed.
The studio was mainly used for storage, so he would have to move everything up to the attic before he had any classes, and they started tomorrow afternoon. He put his phone on one of the speakers that he had left when he was nineteen and started playing random songs from it. Most of them being by Marianas Trench, the band was a sort of guilty pleasure of his, along with Black Veil Brides and Three Days Grace.
Stutter by the first mentioned band started playing, making Sander grin lightly, before it fell off his face when he realized how much physical work he would be doing today. There were boxes, bins, and suitcases filled with the Davis family junk and he would be the one to put it in the attic where it belongs. Of course, he was the one to put them there in the first place, but that was far from the point.
He started heaving bins from on top of boxes and putting them in the corner of the room before pushing the boxes closer to the door and jumping over them, picking up one of them and leaving the studio, climbing four flights of stairs before reaching the attic and nearly dropping the box. "Damn this is heavy..."
Sander was far from out of shape, but he also wasn't the strongest man in the world. Climbing four flights of winding stairs with his arms weighed down with a fifty pound package resulted in him cursing every deity he knew the name off and cursing to himself for not paying more attention to his arms the few times he went to a gym. All he usually did at the gym was walk around the machines and wish he had brought money for the vending machine. Every now and again he did laps in the pool or ran on the treadmill, but neither of those actually did anything for his arms except for keep them from getting flabby.
He would have to rethink that, mainly because the Davis's saw Sander as a son they never had, making him do the heavy lifting. He was happy to help, but sometimes he swore that he lost twenty years worth of calories every time he came back to New Orleans. But of course with Cassandra Davis's cooking, he most likely gained them back just as fast.
Sander sighed again as he lowered the stairs for the attic before heaving the box up there, leaving the stairs down for no reason other than the fact that he was being lazy. He walked down the stairs again and entered the studio, only to find Katherine sitting on one of the bins cross legged. "What're you doing down here Kat?"
"I figured you could use a little help Sandy."
"Told you not to call me that Kitty," Sander grinned. "And if you want to help, get your fiance or someone else down here to help me with the boxes, you can do the bins and bags if you want, but you know your mom'll kill you if she finds out that you're doing work during your wedding week."
"She'll kill you if she finds out that you were planning on doing this all by yourself." Katherine grinned before standing up and grabbing a backpack before strapping it on and grabbing two of the suitcases. "C'mon Squirrel, if you want breakfast we have to get this done and showered before eight."
"Yes ma'am," Sander laughed with her, gabbing another box before the two made their way up the stairs, putting the items in the attic before making their way down to the studio again.
"So Sander," Katherine began, heaving another back pack over her shoulder while Sander was pushing another box to the other end of the room. "What do you think about Spencer?"
"I don't know enough about him to say, why?"
"I don't know, just curious is all. I mean, you don't have a boyfriend yet, do you?"
"No..." Sander said drawing out the word and discretely pouting, facing himself away from Kat as he sat up against a box and rested his arms on his knees.
"But if you did find yourself interested in someone, you would tell me right? I mean, I want to make sure he's the right guy for you and all, someone who can keep you in one place, keep your mind off of He-Who-Should-Not-Be-Named, you get what I'm saying?"
"Yes Kat, I would tell you if I had a crush on someone, happy?" Sander grinned looking up at the woman, she was wearing her only gray tank top and denim shorts that went down to her knees, hair pulled up in a ponytail with her feet bare, as always.
"Good, so you like Spencer then?"
"Y- wait..." Sander trailed off, looking up at the woman who had too often conned him into telling her everything about his life, including some things that he would rather keep buried in the box in the back of his mind. Locked up tight, as it should be.
"How about I give you until after the wedding to give me an answer, I know that not even you can develop feelings for someone based on a four hour orientation."
"Am I really making this deal?"
"Yes you are, and you have no choice in the matter."
"I guessed."
After that conversation, everything was silent except for the shuffling of boxes and bags along with the rock music blaring from the speakers. It wasn't awkward, things were just like that between them. Katherine does her best to help Sander out with things that he should've learned how to do a long time ago, he gives her hell about it, and they let each other think. It was just how they were, it was probably why Katherine's parents thought her and Sander were dating when they were kids.
It was an awkward situation for all of them, let's just say that Sander thought that he might've been permanently mute, thanks to the embarrassment caused by that little talk. Initially he tried to keep his sexuality from the Davis family, but that all went to hell when Carter Davis told him to use condoms when he was with Katherine.
Yeah, Sander tended to end up in awkward situations wherever he went, that was just part of the gig for him.
Soon enough, the studio was cleared out and ready to be used. Katherine and Sander were both soaked in sweat and knew that before they even thought about going to the dining room they had to take a shower so Cassandra Davis wouldn't kill them with a wooden spoon. Cassandra is Katherine's mother, and she had a thing for cleanliness when in the dining room or kitchen, understandably.
They headed up to their designated rooms, Sander lightly panting as he opened up the door, only to find Spencer standing in the middle of the room with only a towel wrapped around his waist. Sander blinked, wondering if his mind was playing tricks on him, but no. Spencer appeared to have just gotten out of the shower. Sander noticed the light muscling on Spencer's biceps and stomach before throwing a hand over his eyes and taking a deep breath before muttering, "uh.. shower."
Spencer jumped nearly three feet in the air and started blushing, not that Sander could see it, thanks to the hand covering his eyes. Spencer saw that there was also a similar blush on Sander's face, but putting that along with the sweat on his face Spencer guessed that he was just doing some sort of physical activity. Spencer shook his head before putting his boxers, slacks, and a polo on before clearing his throat and squeaking out, "I'm decent."
"Alright," Sander mumbled, before he started shuffling around in his bag, pulling out another pair of jeans and a purple shirt before scurrying into the bathroom, shutting the door and letting his head lean onto the bathroom door and taking multiple deep breaths.
Sander shook his head before hopping into the shower again, willing a certain downstairs problem to go away before the end of his shower.
Spencer was sitting on his bed with his head buried in his hands and a small blush on his face, muttering "stupid," to himself over and over again. He was sharing a room with an admittedly gorgeous guy and Spencer just had to make him uncomfortable.
Sander made his way out of the bathroom, seeing Spencer sitting on his bed, slumped over with his head buried in his hands. "Hey... um, sorry about that. I should've knocked before I walked in."
"Uh yeah, yeah... I'm sorry too, I should've changed in the bathroom but I forgot my clothes out here and you weren't in the room so I thought you were downstairs eating breakfast and-"
"Spencer!" Sander said, raising his voice slightly, gaining Spencer's attention and making him flush even more at being caught rambling. "I haven't eaten yet, and I'm guessing you haven't either. So would you allow me to apologize by showing you the dining room and the rest of the hotel?"
"You don't have to apologize." Spencer muttered, not knowing that Sander would not take no for an answer, knowing that the young FBI agent would get lost the second he stepped out into the hallway.
"Then don't think of it as an apology Doc, think of it more as a private tour." Sander grinned, showing off his charming smile that he often used to get himself out of trouble and to convince other people into doing what he wanted. He didn't do the latter often, but this is a special occasion.
"Private tour?"
"Private tour. I'll take you all throughout the hotel and introduce you to the people here, when we're done with the formalities I'll take you on a tour all through town."
"Based on Ethan's description of your driving, I'm not too keen on you taking me anywhere."
"We'll walk."
"...alright, but I pay for half of everything."
"No deal, this is my treat, a get to know you present and an apology. If we go anywhere together again then you can pay. Just not today."
Spencer considered the other man's offer, it was tempting. The last time he was here it was for a case, so there was little time for sight seeing. And at this time of year, school was starting up again so there wouldn't be as much tourists in the area, so places wouldn't be as crowded.
"Fine..."
"Awesome! Now let's get some breakfast, I'm starved."
This chapter is longer than the last one as a thank you to the new reviewers, favoriters, and followers. I know that some of you might be worried that Sander and Spencer are moving a little fast, but don't worry, I have a plan for this story. I didn't update as soon as I had three reviews mainly because I had to write this, nothing is pre written, mainly because if I pre write something I always end up changing and forgetting something important.
Reviews:
Arminia: I'm glad you were looking forward to this, did I update fast enough?
Krisdahwolf0: Don't feel bad, but all reviews are appreciated and they help me write. Thanks for the good luck, it probably helped me write this chapter so quickly.
TazzieLuv13: Perfectly understandable, my dad does that sometimes too. I know, I'm a mean bastard when it comes to writing my OC's past. sometimes even present. If it will appease you, I might add a little smut later, FAR LATER, into the story. I'm talking epilogue or close to the last chapter. Maybe even some in the sequel...