Spencer gallivanted up his front steps and pranced into his room. He spun and fell on his bed thinking of all the wondrous things that could happen today. He strode toward the shower with purpose but tripped on the bath mat, sending him sprawling into the bathtub and leaving him dazed and covered in the shower curtain that followed.

He laid in the tub trying to muster up enough energy to get up, replace the curtain, and take a shower, but he decided to take a bath in his mom's bathtub. He walked up to her room and as he undressed and waited for the tub to fill, his mind leap to the topic of Derek. He tried not to entertain the thought as he lowered himself into the tub, relishing how the heat made his skin prickle.

He poured some of his mom's soap into the tub and twirled his arms to make it lather. He spent the next half an hour playing in the bubbles, forgetting abut the day's plans. But Desiree hadn't.

She had calmed down exponentially and was now impatiently waiting for Spencer. She asked Derek to check on him, just like she said she would, and before Derek could say how much he really didn't want to, he realized she wouldn't listen anyway. He slowly crossed the street and climbed the stairs leading to Spencer's door, expecting to reach it as soon as Spencer was leaving, but he saw that it was open.

He pushed open the door, drifted down the hallway and peeked into Spencer's room. Empty. He checked the bathroom and frowned when he found that it was terribly destroyed. He checked the living room and the kitchen before jogging upstairs. He stopped at the sound of water hitting tile and slowly made his way towards the noise. He walked through a dark room and saw a door slightly ajar. The light pouring out into a single knife slice of brightness. He crept towards the door, mentally preparing himself. He shoved the door open and hear a shriek.

Spencer was beet red, sporting a bubble beard and a lopsided bubble wig. Derek doubled over with laughter and if Spencer wasn't so embarrassed he would've splashed him. He let Derek catch him breath and waited to hear Derek's excuse for barging in on him. But he received no explanation because when Derek stopped laughing to bring some air into his lungs he noticed how adorable Spencer looked. His skin was now a light pink and the bubbles in the tub were scarce enough to get a glimpse of what was beneath the water.

Spencer opened his mouth to ask what he was staring at, but Derek cleared his throat and told him that they needed to go.

"Then leave so I can get out," Spencer said angrily. He had completely forgot that Derek would check on him and he had imagine it happening a lot differently.

Derek's POV

"Alright, fine," I said. If I could have stayed a little longer, I would've, but I knew that would be asking for too much. I found my way back to the living room and plopped down on the black sofa. I needed to distract myself from the images in my head of Spencer wet and soapy-NO! I shouldn't think like that. I took a calming breath, that didn't seem to work, and found the remote for the TV.

I flipped through one bullshit channel after another and ended up watching Regular Show XD. Halfway through Spencer comes down in black jeans and a Dr. Who shirt. So cute. He stood in the doorway for a few seconds, then turned and walked outside without saying anything.

"Well fuck," I said to myself," he can't be that mad." I hurried to catch up with him as he fast walked towards my house. He went in and came back out with Desiree, who looked very confused. They stared at me until I realized they needed me to drive.

"But I don't have the-," Desiree threw the keys at me and soon we were headed to Meadows Mall, with Desiree's directional help of course. We pulled into the parking lot and as soon as we parked Spencer got out first, opened Desiree's door and shot me a death stare at the same time.

"You go ahead, I have to talk to Der real quick," Desiree said trying not to sound like she wanted Spencer to leave.

"Okay," Spencer said calmly as he walked away. Desiree waited until Spencer was in the building before she turned towards me. She looked just like ma.

"Look, I don't know what happened but Spencer's pissed, and he's no fun when he's pissed, so just, I don't know, apologize?"

"But-"

"Please, I can't have my two favorite boys angry at each other."

"Fine," I said reluctantly. Desiree smiled as she got out of the car. She waited for me to get out before we walked into the large glass doors of the mall.