here's chapter three, hope it's to everyone's satisfaction!
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Burn
It was no secret that Spencer was a clumsy person. Carly had hoped that he'd gain a little more grace as he got older, and for a while, he did. She no longer had to childproof sharp corners or hide the matches, and could leave silverware out without worry. But then Sam started coming around the loft with her deadbeat boyfriend, and Spencer managed to set the both the stereo and sofa on fire.
Dust
It's not until she leaves that he finally understands how much she means to all of them (to him). Practically the second she graduates, she's gone, leaving behind only a worn blue remote, a stash of fatcakes in the cupboard, and a thin layer of dust on a note next to his bed.
Reach
It's the middle of the day at Bushwell as they return from the junkyard, their arms laden with scrap metal. They can hear people milling about in the hallway, but Sam takes no heed and kisses him soundly in the middle of the stairwell. She's just about his height when she's standing two steps above him, and Spencer muses inwardly about what it would be like to lean down himself and kiss her once they reach the landing.
Drive
Sometimes they go out and visit his favorite galleries. Sometimes they stay in and watch bad kung fu movies. And sometimes they drive; pick a direction and don't stop for miles and miles, wondering how far they might get before anyone noticed they were gone. They always turn back, but it's enough for him to see the wind in her hair, and it's enough for her to see the tension leave his shoulders, if only for a few hours.
Revenge
While he may not realize it, he's always gone after blondes who've had no problem speaking their minds. It pisses her off. So she hooks up with a dark haired painter and holds her breath when she brings Dylan over to the loft.
Scarred
Spencer tears a large gash in his shoulder when he gets too close to an unsteady mountain of scrap metal while out searching for sculpting supplies, and (once he gets back from the clinic—they know him by name there), he tells this story to Carly and Sam. His younger sister shoots the blonde a look, remembering quite vividly "Ooh, scars are hot!" From the smirk on her face, it appears that Sam remembers as well.
Soft
She's as tough as nails. There's a surprisingly scrappy strength about her, and although she's girlishly small in stature, she's not afraid to throw all her weight behind a punch. Most people think she's all rough edges and barbed words, but Spencer knows that although her nails are sharp, her hands are soft.
Ignore
For a long time, he disregards her subtle advances (it's the only thing subtle about her) and instead pretends that nothing between them has changed, that he hasn't noticed how she's radically trying to shift their entire dynamic. She's so adamant that they're right for each other, but he just can't, and he doesn't recognize that he can until she finds someone else and disregards him in turn.
Loved
They're all adults now (it makes him feel so old) but that doesn't mean that they're free from all their troubles. Carly is still a wreck for a week every year on anniversary of their mother's passing, and even though Spencer carries that same pain, Sam is the only one who can really comfort her. All it takes is "Hey now, I've got you, kiddo. Mama's got you" and it dawns on him that this is why Sam Puckett is so beloved by the Shays.
Futile
She moved in and it all went downhill from there. Just because Sam could beat up a linebacker, didn't mean that having her around would be like living with one. It was like living with a girl; a girl who cracked jokes and watched MMA fights and had the loveliest smile he'd even seen. It was foolish to think he wouldn't become enamored by her—Spencer had always been a sucker for a one-liner and a smirk.
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