Only Mine | S.R. ✔️

{five}

Spencer fucking Reid.
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"What the hell are you doing here whore" you spat at him. He just rolled his eyes and pushed himself into your apartment. Yes come on in Spencer welcome to my home, IM SO GLAD YOUR HERE!

"Yes please just come on in" you muttered under your breath. "What do you want" you crossed your arms over your chest creating a defensive position, establishing any dominance, staring at him until he answered whatever bullshit excuse he had to barge into your house.

"Wanted to see were such a spoiled brat lives" he declared running his hands over a painting that your parents bought you.

"Hands off weirdo- that's expensive!" you slapped his hand rather harshly hearing the snap sound. "Tell me why your really here before I kick your ass".

"Feisty" Spencer teased. God you wanted to round house his ass right than and there and you would've if you were willing for him not to fight back, you knew Spencer would and you didn't have the energy to deal with this bean pole.

"Honestly I just came here to annoy you" he admitted. Could he get any worse? "My god Spencer get out" you grabbed him by the wrist and threw him out the door slamming in his face. Not even seconds after there was a knock at your door again!

"SPENCER!" you flung the door open to see Esme awkwardly standing in the door way. Your lips pressed into a fine line making an awkward smile. "Girlll you have a LOT of explaining to do" she says.

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"Ands that's why I hate him" well after 20 minutes of explaining to Esme everything wrong with Reid. You had a long list of things that he did to tick you off. She didn't say much just say there wide eyed.

"Dang girl he really likes you" she broke the silence. Why does everyone think he likes you? Than again you weren't the best at reading cues.

"What hell no! Never in a million years" you argued. You would never, ever sleep or consider dating him. All he reminded you of was a stupid white boy with a big ego. Spencer pranced around work like a celebrity just because he was the team genius and has worked there for years. Okay maybe he was a big deal but UGH.

Both of you chatted more about your love life and yours sounded more pathetic now that Esme was telling you all her gossip. It was time to finally find someone and stop being lonely. But you like being alone. No, no, no you need to get yourself out there and be bold. Than you have to flirt with humans. Why do this so complicated.

"Spencer is rude like bluntly rude" you scoffed. This wasn't a lie he was always a bitch to you. And if for some reason that's how he flirts; he needs a new way.

"But he's sooo hot and he showed up at your apartment" Esme insisted.

"He showed up to and I quote 'annoy me'" rolling your eyes you took a sip of your wine. You forced it down to you it tasted like grape flavor nail polish remover and left that disgusting tacky taste in your mouth.

She just laughed at your remark like it's not funny he was truly getting in your nerves every chance he got, making sure work was living hell. "and plus dating co-workers are strictly prohibited".

"Okay whatever you say y/n" she giggled.

"What about what's his name- Dylan?"

"Pfff blew him off he was the worst in bed" Esme scoffed earning a small chuckle from you.

You missed talking with her all the time. During college and working for the Bureau it's been hard to catch up sometimes. When she would tell you about her day every time she was off work, you never missed a single beat in her life, but now it felt like she was slipping away from your tight grasp. Perhaps you couldn't help it, life always gets in the way.

"Hey what's wrong y/n?"

"It just feels-" your voice cracked slightly, "i'm so dramatic i'm sorry- it just feels like we are drifting apart and with work and life. Esme I just don't want to lose you okay? Promise me?"

She held out her pinky finger connecting it to yours while tight force. Your whole life she'd never broken a pinky promise, you even got matching rings for the finger.

"Your never going to lose me okay?" you nodded at her question-statement thing. "Now what don't we make some brownies?"

"Um yes!" during childhood when you got upset your mother would cook your brownies or cookies to make you feel better. Once Esme became your best friend she help pass the tradition on to your friendship. So many reasons to love her.

It was March 25th 2005. Both you and Esme rushed to your house in a hurry to greet your mom and have you annual Friday night sleep over.

"Hey girls! Welcome back from school" she pulled you both in for a hug. The door to your room was covered in posters and stickers that Esme helped you put up. Suddenly your phone had dinged. It was a text from some girl at school. Pretty, popular overall a kiss ass to boys. "Look April texted me!" I exclaimed. She would never text me ever. I wasn't that cool at school being the youngest in the class.

"No way what did she say" Esme pried leaning over your shoulder. Her long black wavy hair brushing against your shoulder. Your body suddenly tensed at the text.

A- Meet John at the park at 6! He said he liked you!!!

"That's not true there is just no possible way" you pouted handing your phone to her so she could read the text better. "Are you gonna go?"

John was your crush all throught middle school and honestly why would you pass the opportunity up to see if he felt the same way. Of course your going.

You nodded your head and rushed over to your closet to find something to wear. You settled on a pair juicy couture sweats and a matching jacket with some wedges flip flops. Let's me honest 2005 style wasn't the best. Esme squealed when she saw you indicating it was a cute outfit.

Both do you headed to the park before 6 making it around 10 minutes early.

"y/n?" you heard a voice come from behind you. Your eyes met Johns. He was three years older than you but who cares. "Hey" you said shyly pushing the fallen hair strand behind your ear (debby ryan who?)

"I guess April wanted me to tell you something" he said confidently. "Me and her are dating and if you ever come near me again she will kick your ass" wow that was a little harsh. Tears pricked the corners of your 11 year old eyes. Esme quickly grabbed you and forced you away from the park.

"C'mon he is such a dick" she growled. Once you got back to your house she turned to meet your gaze. "How about we make some brownies just like your mom always does?"

"And they are done!" she announced pulling the homemade brownies out of the oven. The warm delicious scent of freshly cooked chocolate filled your apartment bring back all the nostalgic memories of school days. After making brownies so many times you guys had a set recipe that was memorized- engraved in your brains. "These look great!" you praised taking your finger and getting some. You made the weird breathing sound when you try to blow on something hot that already in your mouth. It made Esme hysterical.

You really missed this.

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