Hello, all! I have decided to continue this! I wasn't sure I was going to, but I had a few people show interest in me continuing. And for the last few days I have had ideas pop into my head. So, here they are.
I have decided that Derek and Spencer are five years apart (Derek's birthday late summer and Spencer's early fall). And it seems appropriate enough, since that is their age difference in the show.
Anyway, when I had originally considered adding to this, I thought I would continue where I had left off. But I decided to make them more like a series of short stories. And I would like to thank Rayne McKenna for suggesting it, or I would have thought it was a dumb idea and not posted them.
I'll shut up now so you can read. :)
"Hello, Spencer. Come in."
Spencer stepped into the Morgan house, toeing his shoes off. "Hello, Mrs. Morgan," he said, clutching his backpack as it slipped from his shoulder.
"Dear, how many times have I told you? Call me Fran."
"Yes, Mrs. Mo… I mean, yes Fran," stuttered Spencer.
Mrs. Morgan smiled at him, straightening her apron. "Coach Buford dropped Derek off a while ago. He's upstairs in his room."
"Thank you," said Spencer, hurrying up the stairs. He pushed open the first door on the left, bursting in. "Hey, Der-"
The ten year old paused, staring at the bed wide eyed.
Derek lay curled up on his side, tears streaming down his face. He jumped, startled, when Spencer burst into the room, and he hurriedly tried to wipe the tears off his face.
"Derek?" whispered Spencer, dropping his bag and closing the door. He slowly walked to the bed and sitting down cross-legged by his friend's side. "Derek, what's wrong?"
The dark-skinned boy sniffed, reaching up and pulling Spencer down until they were lying face to face.
"Do you want to talk about it?" asked Spencer softly.
Derek shook his head, fresh tears falling. "I… I can't," he whispered. "Please, I can't."
"Derek-"
"I can't," murmured Derek, with a far-away look. "It hurts." His eyes focused on Spencer. "It hurts so much, Spencer."
"What does?" asked Spencer, his voice wavering with the fear for his friend. "Derek, what's going on?"
Derek shook his head, chest heaving with the sobs he was trying to hold back. "I-I can't. I just… can't." His body began to tremble.
"Okay. Okay," Spencer soothed, tears of his own now forming. He scooted forward, wrapping his thin arms around his friend.
Derek clung to him, desperately. He buried his face into Spencer's hair as his tears intensified, his body quaking with their force.
Spencer pressed his cheek to Derek's chest, rubbing his back soothingly. "Okay," he continued to murmur, unsure what else to say, what else to do. "Okay."
I debated back and forth between including their backgrounds from the show or not. I with yes.
I'm going to post the next part too, since this one was so short (and so is the next one). Depending on how people like them, I'll post more later this week prolly.