Surprisingly, nothing was said for another few weeks and things seemed to return to normal. We talked, we laughed, and we hung out. I don't know about Spencer but the memory of his kiss lingered; haunting my thoughts and my dreams. It took a lot of effort to pretend that nothing had happened between Spencer and I. Somehow, we managed, and the occasional wistful smile was the only proof I had that it had been real.

Carly decided we needed to have a movie night, 'just like old times'. That made me laugh. Like anything could be the same as it was when we were twelve. Spencer and Freddie seemed to agree, sharing a knowing look. But we would all do pretty much anything for Carls, so we were in.

We pushed the couch back and set up the Shay's humungous mattress. When we were younger (and smaller) all four of us could fit, no problem. Now things were a little cosier. Of course, I ended up next to Spencer; with the order going Freddie, Carly, me then Spencer.

Carly quickly settled herself leaning into Freddie, who was leaning against the couch. Spence was sitting cross-legged and I was lying flat on my stomach.

Our tradition at these events had always been that we would each pick a movie. Carly always picked first, because she always fell asleep first. Tonight her choice was 27 Dresses, a chick flick of course.

Freddie picked next, and being the nub that he is; he chose Galaxy Wars.

By the end of the movie, despite the large amounts of sugar she had consumed; Carly was asleep. Freddie was looking at her like she was the most beautiful girl in the world, his arms around her protectively. I smiled, they were adorable together.

Spencer always liked to make us laugh, tonight was no exception. He chose Get Smart which certainly got us laughing. By this stage Freddie was usually dozing off, but he seemed relatively awake tonight. I felt a twinge of disappointment. These were the times Spencer and I would have our random yet meaningful chats. We would talk about absolutely everything and anything. We had no secrets or boundaries. I wondered how much of that had changed.

Get Smart ended and Freddie was asleep now. Instead of the usual horror movie I would put on, Spencer and I began to talk.

"So how does it feel to be 17?"

"Pretty good," I replied. "It means only one more year until I can legally choose what I want to do and where I want to do it. Because as much as I love my Mum; she's a terrible mother."

Spencer nodded.

"How's the art going?" I asked, having had enough of the 'deep' for now.

"Pretty good."

I laughed.

"I've made some new sculptures that are going in a community gallery. They're a bit different though. They have a bit more story, more thought put into them."

"Sounds really good."

"You'll have to come and have a look; I'm really proud of these ones."

"Of course Spence. I love your art."

He smiled at me; the emotion behind it was hard to read. But I loved that smile of his, it reminded me of a time that was simple and easy and safe.

We had been talking for a good 45 minutes; it was so easy to loose track of time with Spencer.

"Hey, it's nearly one. We should probably get to sleep," Spencer said.

We'd spent more time talking about my mum, and I was really too worked up to go to sleep. However, I nodded.

"Yeah. I guess."

"You ok Sam?"

"Of course."

I lay awake for hours before I finally managed to doze off.

(I should've said I hadn't been ok since he kissed me.)