Spencer woke up sweaty and slightly suffocated from a pillow that had fell off the couch early in the morning. He grunted as he grabbed it with both hands and blindly threw it, thinking he was in his room, and hit Desiree as she was coming out of the kitchen making her drop the bowl of cereal she had. Milk and marshmallows were everywhere, bits of ceramic clanked off the tile, and a frustrated Desiree shouted a colorful assortment of profanities.

Spencer couldn't bring himself to look at the horrid mess he knew was behind him, until he heard heavy footsteps and the deep voice of Derek.

"Why are you cussing, moms gonna hear you. And why is there cereal on the floor?" Derek whisper yelled as he gestured frantically. Desiree looked at him, looked away and went back into the kitchen.

"Calm down! Mom and Sarah already left," she said when she came back with a broom and paper towels.

"Well, you're too young to cuss like that. Let me clean that up, there's too much glass. I don't want you to get cut," Derek said reaching for broom. Desiree let him take it. Derek started to clean up the mess mumbling about how Desiree should be more careful.

"Derek-," Desiree started softly,"look, it was an accident, and I'm sorry for swearing." Derek looked up from what he was doing and stood up.

"Don't worry about it, you just scared me." Derek smiled to lighten the situation. Desiree smiled back.

They finished tidying up and threw away the mess before they even remembered that there was someone else in the house until they heard blankets hit the floor as Spencer got up. They both looked over at Spencer making him flinch at the synchronization they had. But neither of them spoke.

"Umm, good morning?" Spencer said cautiously, taking in the expressions on their faces. Desiree looked like she wanted to punch him in the throat and Derek looked as if he knew that this was his fault.

"GOOD MORNING! How is this a good morning when you wake up throwing pillows around like they're shurikens," Desiree stormed toward him but paused when Spencer put his hands up defensively.

"I know, I know. I'm sorry I really am, it's just that- I swore I was at my house. Last night was just so amazing, it all seemed like a dream." Derek and Desiree's expressions visibly softens, but for different reasons. Luckily for Spencer, Desiree didn't question the sweats that slightly hung off his hips, because she was still a little pissed off at being involved in an impromptu pillow fight. She sighed deeply before saying, through gritted teeth,"It's fine," then she turned around to make another bowl of cereal.

Derek watched her leave and waited until she was out of earshot to cross the room and hover over Spencer.

"She's fucking furious, what were you thinking assaulting her with a pillow."

"Woah there, didn't you just lecture Desiree about swearing, and I already said it was an accident. and she'll get over it in a little while, trust me. I know her." Spencer wanted to take back those words as soon as he said them. It was like mocking Derek for not being around enough to know his own sister's little habits.

"Look I didn't mean it like that. She just gets mad at me often and I know her cool down time."

"Yeah whatever," Derek said defensively. "When we were cleaning up she said that ma left us some money to go to the mall and watch a movie. So have some breakfast and get dressed we leave in a few hours." And with that said he walked away.

"Why are we leaving so early?" Spencer said to himself as he walked into the kitchen. Desiree was sitting on the kitchen counter angrily eating her cereal. Spencer hopped up next to her.

"Hey there Grumpy." He said poking her cheek.

"Fuck off." Desiree said swatting his hand away.

"But I said I was sorry. You know I wouldn't throw anything at you, especially not when you have spill-able liquids."

"I'm not mad at you, I'm just pissed at myself for being friends with a dumbass."

"Ouch," Spencer said clutching his heart in mock pain, Desiree chuckled as she put down her cereal.

"Are you gonna eat anything, we're leaving soon. And did you bring any clothes because I don't think low slung sweats are your thing. Were did you even get those?" Desiree lifted the pant leg up to further demonstrate how loose they were.

"Umm, I uhh, spilt some ummm, stuff on the ones I was wearing."

"Alright, but were did you get these." Desiree repeated as she poked his leg.

"Derek let me wear these." He put his head down wishing that he still had his long hair to cover up the light blush spreading over his face and neck. Desiree hadn't noticed though.

"These were his old sweat, from when he was...I think fifteen, no, sixteen. Right before he left." Desiree said the last part so quiet that Spencer hadn't heard.

"Wait he FIT these when he was fifteen? I'd have to gain sixty pounds to fit into these." Desiree smiled.

"Yeah back then he played football so he worked out a lot." Spencer smiled at how proud she sounded.

"Maybe I should start working out," Spencer said jumping off the counter top and making various body builder poses.

"HA," Desiree exclaimed," the only thing you need to start doing is getting dressed."

"Yeah, I'm pretty muscular already. I'll have to run over to my house though. I didn't bring anything." Although he continued to flex his tiny arms, in a sort of masculine way, his physique, cute face, and short feathery hair gave him a very uke-like appearance. Desiree couldn't stop herself from laughing because Spencer just wouldn't stop flexing, he would've done it for hours if she hadn't have stopped him and lead him toward the door. She told him that she would send Derek to check on him and shut the door, which meant she didn't see the hopeful looked on Spencer's face as he dreamily glided across the street.