ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴇs ᴛʜᴇ sᴜɴ- ˢᴾᴱᴺᶜᴱᴿ ᴿᴱᴵᴰ

eight, a

Y/N's pov

"moodswings" part 1

we spent three hours in the bookshop. he doesn't read poetry, which is the most surprising thing he's ever told me. i don't read much, not really. but i've always loved poetry. i bought him a collection of Pablo Neruda poems. they've always been my favourite. i promised to read it to him.

i have never read any of the 'classics,' specifically, war and peace. which is his favourite. he bought me a copy of that. he promised to read it to me.

we were walking back now, i couldn't help but notice that all of his energy was basically gone. that he suddenly began to droop his shoulders. that he hadn't held my hand in about an hour. in fact, he hadn't looked at me in about half that.

"hey, spence?" he still didn't look at me, just hummed in my direction.

"we're almost at your place, and the cafe. but i think i'm just gonna head upstairs and not open the cafe today. you could come if you like?" it was embarrassing really, how much i really didn't want him to go.

he looked at me then. and he looked exhausted. "y/n..." embarrassment begins to cloud around me. he's about to reject me again. it's humiliating.

i didn't let him finish. "actually, how silly of me? i have to open the shop today i've had cake orders!" i force it out, "besides, what way is that to run a business? closing whenever i please? how silly am i. no wonder everyone told me a cafe was a bad idea. 'you've got no sense of responsibility, y/n.' that's what everyone always told me. that, or i had bad organisational skills. i mean, they were right, right? i can be so stupid sometimes." yeah, like right now, i thought. i know he probably did too. i look at him to see he wasn't even looking at me anyway.

shoulders still dropped, zoned out. what the hell?

"spencer?" he looked at me again. his eyes were bloodshot. "are you... what's wrong?"

he laughed. it was mean. "nothing. obviously. just being silly." he was mocking me, i could tell.

"um? okay?" i didn't have an answer for him.

"like do you think we have to be together like all the time? and do you always have to drone on and on about shit that doesn't matter? like jesus christ. shut the fuck up sometimes sunshine."

he had used my sweet nickname to hurt me. it felt like a punch to the gut.

what? had i been too much today? too talkative? annoying?

i thought everything was fine. i thought we had a lovely day. he was so happy and excited, more than ever. where is this coming from?

"please stop doing this spencer. just answer the question! what's wrong?" thankfully there was no one around. i looked around to double check that there weren't, that's when i saw the bakery at the end of the street we were standing on. he must have noticed it too because we'd stopped to talk before, but suddenly he begins storming on in front.

"spencer!"

he just turned around so that his back was toward his apartment building and made a shrugging gesture before quickly going home.

a/n 🦖

spencer's pov
coming in like
an hour? lol
i felt they needed
split up that's why this
is so short.

anyways wait i have to
just tell u all i love u
sm mwah mwah mwah!!!

every morning i wake up
and someone new has
voted/commented on my story!!

it's so sweet it makes me want to
cry. pls i love u all
so much <3

kisses kisses kisses