Doctor Reid was putting away the clothes his cousin had bought for him, and himself. A slight smile was on his face.
The young teen walked in and plopped down onto the bed on his stomach. He lifted his legs up behind him and looked to the closet with a small smile.
"So, Knight in Shining Armor was extra shiny today, don't you think?" He said slyly.
"Spencer, why does it sound like you're insinuating something?" The elder sighed, hurrying up his putting away.
"Oh, because you know me so well Pop tart."
"No, and what are you implying?"
"I'm just saying that the two of you looked to be very friendly, walking with your arms around each other."
"Spencer, like so many other things, you are way off base. Good night." The doctor rolled his eyes, slamming the last hanger onto the bar and storming out of the room.
"Puck" sighed.
"I hope the residents of Narnia shove him out soon. He is SO in denial!" He huffed, flipping onto his back.
He closed his eyes, letting sleep take him over.
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The teen prostitute was left at home the next day. He wandered around the apartment, bored out of his mind. He didn't know many people in the town, so he had no one to hang out with. He wished Damon Salvatore was real so he would have someone to dance with.
It was only one in the afternoon; his cousin wasn't going to be home until at least five. He had gotten up at nine because he thought he was going to work with the genius. He had already danced to all the good music he had, cooked breakfast, read an engineering book, read another volume of Vampire Diaries, cooked lunch, watched a movie, cooked brownies, read a German book, cooked cookies, read all the Twilight books again, cooked fudge, read all the Harry Potter books again, cooked two cakes, watched one of his cousins documentaries, re-danced to all his good music, did twenty jumping jacks/crunched/pull ups to his work out music, looked through doctor Reid's room, looked through all the book cases, tried on all his clothes, tried on all older Reid's clothes, planned out outfits for everyone, and watched all interesting YouTube videos, all while texting "Beautiful".
He was officially out of things to do, and he was SOOOOOOOOO BORED!
He lay with the top of his head touching the floor and his legs bent at the knees over the top of the couch. He was watching some kid show he didn't care the name of. He could think of nothing else to do, and he wanted to scream. He had one quote that he loved, that was so very true: "The greatest plague on mankind is boredom."
"If I do not find something to do in the next five minutes, I will go on a killing spree. I will legit murder everyone within a five block radius here. I will slice them all at the-"
He was cut off by something catching his eye. There was a box under the entertainment center holding the TV; it looked metal. He did a little walk thing so he was standing and went over to the television, he bent down and grabbed it. He pulled it into the light so he could see it more clearly. It was a black metal box, one of those ones that had a lock on it.
The temptation was just too much, he HAD to know what was in there; first thing he had to do, find the key.
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It only took him five minutes to find the key.
"Sock drawer, Vanilla Bean, really?" he scoffed, walking back over to the metal box.
He put the key in, but then stopped himself.
"Am I really going to do this? He's my cousin; he was nice enough to let me stay with him for a couple of weeks. I love him, am I really going to invade his personal space like that? It is not nice... But… so… tempting."
He looked down at the key in the box. He couldn't resist, if it was something bad, he would brain wash himself to forget. He twisted the key and opened the box.
Inside were only a medium sized black notebook and a black pen. In a gothic silver font was the word "Spencer".
"Oh my God… Spencer's diary."
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The quote about boredom is from one of my friends on here; she hates being bored and says that all the time.
Sorry it took so long for an update, I'm working through writers block.