Caitlin Taylor sprinted up the stairs to her apartment, shoved the key in the door, and ran inside. She kicked her shoes off, locked the door, and grabbed her phone, hitting the 4th speed dial for Alicia.
"Hello?" Alicia answered, sounding tired. It was sort of late. She was probably sleeping.
"Alicia! It was amazing!" Caitlin gushed into the phone. Alicia laughed.
"Alright, every detail."
And so Caitlin told her. She spilled out every detail she knew about Spencer Reid. What he looked like, where he went to school, what he did, what he liked, what he said, what made him smile, and possibly everything she could think of.
"I really like him." Caitlin finished, taking a much needed breath.
"Caitlin, I love you too death, you're my best friend, and I'm happy for you, but you just met the guy, how does that saying go? Oh yeah, don't put all your eggs in one basket, or something." Alicia said before yawning.
"Alright, I'll let you get some sleep, night Lish."
Caitlin closed her phone. She crossed the room, careful not to trip over the boxes that scattered the floor, as she just moved in, to her sleeping cat on the couch. She poked the cats back. His eyes opened, turned to her, and went back to sleep.
"No kitty!" Caitlin said, but the cat ignored her further. She sighed.
She walked into the bedroom in the apartment to change her clothes. She slipped out of her black dress and tossed it on the bed, and slipped on some batman pajama bottoms, and matching top. Caitlin thought about Spencer again, thought about what it was like to hold his hand, and how it felt to kiss him. She felt a smile spread across her face.
Spencer Reid flopped down on the sofa in his apartment and buried his face in his hands. 'This girl is too good to be true.' He thought to himself. He was still trying to understand how a girl like Caitlin would like him. She said she wanted to see him again. He hadn't creped her out, or bored her. She actually liked him.
He liked her. They were complete opposites, he was tall, she was short. She was creative, he used logic and facts. He was down-to-earth and she was a free spirit. She was from the East Coast, he was from the West. They didn't have a lot in common, yet he still felt like he could talk to her about anything, and for long periods of time. He wondered what she was doing, and if she was thinking about him.
Caitlin added the finishing touches to her painting. She had finally found her inspiration. And she knew this one wouldn't ever get dull.
A/N: I just wanted to thank everyone so much for the reviews, I actually do read them. You are all the driving force to keep me writing. Here's Chapter 6. Kind of another pointless chapter.
I know the story is pretty slow right now, but it'll speed up in the future. I just have to get the story inside of my head typed.