hello darlings! there were SO many kind reviews left for the last chapter--I'm honored! it was definitely one of my favorite chapters, and I'm glad you all enjoyed it!

special thanks goes out to: ur1onlybravecoward, lovelyMESS, Myalika, iamshunpike, Snapplelinz, StylishCandy, Sarah, sockstar, and Steampunk Beauty. thank you all from the bottom of my heart, honestly. it means the world to me that you all love this drabble series as much as I do.

also, some of you mentioned me writing a regular, full-length story, and I'm pleased to inform you that once 'scream at the sky' is finished, I will be working on a longer story. right now I have most of the prologue and first chapter done. however, that story will probably not be up for a bit because I'm notorious for taking waaaaay too long to write longer stories, and I want to have a decent chunk of it done for posting so you all don't hate me and think I've abandoned it. during this time, I'll try to do some oneshots (but no promises, I'm lazy, lol) but I do promise you that there is a sam/spencer full length story in the works. the title of it is 'love at second sight'. so be on the look out for that in the coming weeks!

once again, THANK YOU! you're all such darlings for supporting me through this. :)

Notice

Maybe it's weird (he's not trying to be weird, honestly) but he sometimes sees things about her that other people don't seem to. Like, no matter how tough she can be, sometimes Freddie's retorts hurt her; he can see it in the way she drops her chin and her eyes lose their vibrancy, or that occasionally she gets jealous of Carly's good fortune with guys, because her jaw will clench and her brow will furrow when his sister goes on and on about her new boyfriend. And sometimes, when they're all hanging out and having a good time, she'll crack a joke and turn to see his reaction (and when he laughs her whole face lights up). No one else seems to catch onto these things, but Spencer notices.

Color

What had begun as an outing to the scrap yard to find materials for his new commission piece, turned into hunting for more bits of foil, like the torn sheet he found pinned under an old tire. It didn't have anything to do with his commission piece, but the foil was the same exact shade of her hair (when she stood in the light by his bedroom window and told him that she loved him).

Sacrifice

She gets pregnant ("No more fake Cuban birth control for me!"). He gives up his motorcycle and she gives up processed meats and it's hard, but when they finally meet their little one ("Can we name him meatloaf?" "No."), they both agree that the sacrifices were totally worth it.

Glass

He's trying to wash the dirty dishes and she's sitting cross-legged on the kitchen island, decidedly not helping, when the words slip out of her mouth. She tells him like it's no big deal ("So, I'm pretty sure I'm in love with you.") but it is a big deal and a colorful serving platter slides out of his hands and shatters on the floor. But before she can make a remark (or take it back, he knows how skittish she really is) he turns, places a soapy hand under her chin and lets her know his reply with a kiss.

Elusive

There's an odd tightness in his chest, a strange, heavy ache that seems to wrap around each of his ribs, a sensation that only occurs when she's around. He has no idea what the elusive feeling represents, but it lessens when she leaves. Yet even then, he's filled instead with a staggering hollowness that confuses him even more.

Mirror

Sharing the loft with her is really weird as first. It takes them a while to work out a familiar rhythm and pattern to their cohabitation, but he learns that she does things like leave notes written with a bar of soap on his bathroom mirror, and he finds that she's something he could definitely get used to.

Older

By the time they start throwing the word 'marriage' around, he's getting pretty damn close to forty—a little too close for his tastes. But she merely grins as she tucks her hands into the back pockets of his jeans, reminding him that the one thing about aging is that it happens to everyone, and while he's pushing forty, she's almost thirty herself.

Electrify

It's at a point now where he doesn't even need to touch her for her to feel that spark, just having him stand near her sets every single nerve in her body aflame. And when he smiles at her (oh, heaven forbid) it's like lightning sending volts of electricity throughout her (and her brain is firing all these thoughts and feelings and it's like love but it just can't be because Sam Puckett is incapable of love) and she just can't seem to catch her breath around him anymore.

Cards

The power goes out ("Well what the hell are we supposed to do now?") so he finds some candles and flashlights and decides to risk playing cards with her; always a dicey decision. He doesn't have any cash on hand (lies, but she'd blow it all on smoked meats and he's kind of a miser) and she's too cheap to offer up her own. Jokingly, he suggests strip poker; she kicks him as hard as she can in the shin and unbuttons her shirt before shuffling the deck.

Run

More than anything, she wanted to bolt. She wanted to turn on her heel and race out of the loft, out of the building, out of Seattle. But, she really did love him, and wanted to be an adult with an adult relationship, so she pushed aside her instinct to flee and faced his honesty straight on.

and that's chapter eight! yikes, we're almost done! can you believe it?
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