An awkwardness came over Spencer and I. It hung around for another month. Carly and Freddie didn't notice a thing.
Actually, ever since Carly and Freddie started going out, they haven't really noticed anything. At all. Surprisingly, Freddie and Carly going out didn't bother me as much as I thought it would. When the three of us were together, they made quite an effort not to be all over each other.
They started going out 7 months ago, and they were still very much in the 'honeymoon-phase' as Spencer would say. And while when we hung out in a group they were pretty good; when they were alone you wouldn't want to be around them. They were so sickly-sweet and lovey-dovey, something I'd never really known before. Despite how nauseating it could sometimes be, I was honestly happy for them. Carly was my best friend, and I really did want her to be happy.
So Carly and Freddie were oblivious to the tension that had fallen upon Spence and I. But I wasn't. I noticed. I noticed the fact that he no longer would sit and watch MMA with me or share that knowing look when Carly and Freddie were being all cutesy. I missed his company and most of all I missed his friendship. And it sucked. Really, really, sucked. The worst part was, I still spent most of my time at the Shay's loft, still spent most of that time alone with Spencer. I just didn't talk to him and he didn't talk to me. We had this weird silent agreement.
It was exactly one month after my birthday that I got fed up with it all. One little almost kiss was ruining one of the best friendships I had going.
Carly and Freddie had gone to the Groovy Smoothie. Spencer was sculpting and I was watching Girly Cow.
"Spencer. We need to talk," I demanded when the silence had become over whelming.
He sighed, but nodded.
"This is ridiculous," I began. "We're letting one little ting that didn't actually happen ruin our friendship."
"You're right. We've been making too much of a deal over this. I've missed spending time with you."
I smiled. "I've missed you too Spence."
I took a deep breath. "And it's not like it would have meant anything anyway."
For a split second I thought I saw a glimmer of something (disappointment? Sadness?) but when I looked again it was gone.
"Of course," He replied. "It meant absolutely nothing. Heat of the moment."
"Right. Nothing."
Without realizing, Spencer and I had moved closer together.
"Y-y-yeah. Nothing."
It was like we were trying to convince ourselves.
The next thing I knew, my lips met his and sparks were flying. I was standing on my toes (he was ridiculously tall) and I tangled one hand in his hair; pulling him closer to me. My other arm rested on his neck. One of Spencer's hands rested on my lower back, melding my body against his; holing me against him. His other hand was gently caressing my cheek. I had butterflies in my stomach and I couldn't stop smiling.
Then reality set it and we hurriedly broke apart.
Spencer blinked out of his daze, and I took a couple of calming breaths.
"See," I said unconvincingly. "Nothing."
"Yeah," he replied, just as unconvinced. "It meant nothing."
He returned to his sculpture and I went back to the TV.
(I should've said it meant everything.)