Homecoming

Chapter 7

After your epiphany about your awkward situation, you noticed the warm body behind you, perfectly snuggled against your shape. You felt your back line up against his abdomen and chest. His face gently brushed against the back of your neck. Both of your legs were partially intertwined while his arm lay trapped under you. The small of your back was nestled comfortably against his....oh god, fuck.

"Your arm? Oh, shit, sorry!" you exclaimed as you quickly scrambled off the couch. You stood up and looked over at him lying on the couch underneath the blanket. He seemed just as embarrassed as you were.

"Um, how about I make us some breakfast?" you stammered, trying to avoid the elephant in the room.

"Yeah, that sounds good," he paused. "I'm sorry if I made things awkward. It wasn't on purpose, I promise. I woke up just as surprised as you were about our...sleeping positions. I guess it just sort of happened like that."

You mentally sighed out of relief. You were glad he brought it up. Now, you could both move on without awkward tension.

"No need to apologize. I was actually very comfortable," you admitted.

His face perked up when you said that. His pleasant surprise quickly turned into bashfulness. He rubbed his hand through his hair as he admitted that he slept very well that night, too. You responded that you were glad you both agreed before you headed back to the kitchen to make breakfast. Spencer stayed on the couch and scrolled through his phone. You heard him breathe out a swear, and he excused himself as he stepped outside your apartment. Your apartment had thin walls, so you could hear his phone conversation. You knew it wasn't nice to be nosy, but it was hard not to hear.

"Hey, Derek, I'm sorry I didn't message you last night. I fell asleep. I didn't mean to make you worry..........Oh, um, Y/N invited me over to watch a show........What? No, no, no....no I swear.....Derek, it wasn't like that....I mean....yeah, I do.....Derek, stop.... She's making breakfast right now......Alright, I'm gonna hang up now....I'll explain when I get back.....Okay, goodbye."

Huh, I wonder what Derek was saying.

Spencer came back into the apartment just as you were serving the plates of breakfast on the table. You made eggs and sausages and poured glasses of orange juice.

"Hey, welcome back! I didn't know if you liked coffee or tea, so I went with the safe bet of orange juice. Everything okay?" you asked.

"Yeah, my roommate was checking in on me since I didn't come home last night. I told him I would be back after breakfast," he replied.

"Oh, okay. Let's eat then," you said, disappointed he wasn't staying for longer because you really enjoyed his company. He sensed the hint of disappointment in your voice and felt flattered that you like spending time with him so much and that the feeling was mutual.

"Would you like to come over to my place for the rest of the afternoon? You can meet Derek. I know he's been dying to meet you," Spencer offered.

"Sure! I hope I'm not intruding, though," you said.

"No, of course not. I would love to have you over."

.......

Spencer offered to clean the dishes and put them away while you changed your clothes. After you were ready, Spencer drove you over to his apartment which was only ten minutes away. He lived in an older complex made of brick closer to the campus. Because it was an older complex, you had to walk up three flights of stairs since Spencer thought the elevator was "too sketchy."

Spencer pulled out his keys to unlock the door, announcing he was home to Derek, who was sitting on the couch. He clicked off the TV as soon as you and Spencer walked through the door. His eyes were on you the whole time, not even registering Spencer. Spencer was right: they were opposites. Derek stood up and walked over toward you, his hand extended outward. You shook his hand.

"Hey, beautiful, you must be Y/N," Derek said smoothly with a wide grin.

You laughed in good spirits and responded, "And you must be Derek. Very nice to meet you."

"Do you mind keeping her company while I change clothes? I'll be back in a few minutes," Spencer said as he headed toward his room. You wondered what his room looked like, and you were hoping he would give you a room tour like Garcia did.

"I don't mind at all. I can get to know you more than what pretty boy has already told me," Derek teased.

"Well, let's see...I'm a transfer student from Georgia Tech, so I just moved to the area, and I'm going to Cal-Tech to eventually become a medical examiner. Spencer and I met in a philosophy class. I think that's about it," you summarized. "What's your story, Derek?"

"I'm a few years older than Reid. I'm training as an FBI agent out of the Los Angeles field office. I was looking for a roommate a year and a half ago, and that's how I met Reid. He's been a good roommate and a good friend," he replied.

"He's also a great study buddy," you affirmed.

"So were you studying with him last night?" he asked, obviously knowing the answer.

"No, I invited him over to binge-watch Lost in Space with me. Funny story, actually, but sleeping beauty over here fell asleep on my couch," you laughed.

"He must have been really comfortable then. Usually, he has a hard time sleeping," Derek said with a humorous glint in his eye.

"Okay, that's enough about me," Spencer said coming out of his room with a fresh pair of clothes. He closed the door behind him, so you weren't able to catch a glimpse into his room. Spencer sat down on the couch, motioning for you and Derek to join him.

"Sounds like you guys had a fun weekend," Derek said, backing off from teasing Spencer. "But, I think we could all have an even better time next weekend. There's a new bar opening up in Los Angeles. You guys should come."

"Actually, my friends and I were planning on going! Why don't we all go together?" you recommended.

"Yeah, I'm down with that. Reid?" Derek looked over for Spencer's approval.

"Sure, but I'm not dancing," Spencer shook his head.

"Y/N clearly has some moves she can teach you from her video," Derek was now teasing you, but you were a good sport about it, remembering what Spencer said to make you feel better.

"I don't know...my moves are pretty advanced. I don't think he can handle them," you shot a playful look over to Spencer.

"Nope, I am not falling into this trap. No dancing for me, but I'll go and watch," he said stubbornly.

But now you made it your mission to get Spencer to dance even if it was the Macarena. You were not going home without completing your goal. You pulled out your phone and texted the girls' group chat that you were bringing two others to the party. Instantly, Garcia was asked if they were cute. Clearly her online romance with Kevin was completely off her mind. You texted your girls your mission, and they were immediately on board.

Good luck, Spencer. It's now 5 against 1.