Only Mine | S.R. ✔️

{eight}

Here's a long chapter because I let bad😏 But this is kinda a filler

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After a very long time on contemplating just staying home in the comfort of your own bed instead of being attacked personally by your family, you got into your car and started the
long drive to your childhood home.

You definitely missed your family mostly. They supported you no matter what but would give you shit for it. But your proud of what you've become.

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There was a very long driveway at the end of your house. Lining it were flowers with a small amount of trees with apples. Younger you would climb them to pick the freshest ones and gift them to your dad.

Nostalgia filled your senses the closer you got to the garage. The last time you were here was before college, but it hadn't changed one bit.

You decided it was best to come three days early to spend some quality time with your parents, cooking and baking.

Both of your parents stood outside the large double front door clinging into each other as you pulled into the garage. Really nothing has changed it's crazy. You changed the gear to park, pressing the button to turn the car engine off. You brought a mini suitcase for the shirt trip.

"y/n your here!" your mother squealed running up and enveloping you in a tight hug. She was starting to construct your air, "mom" you pleaded tapping her shoulder, she took the cue and let go.

"Hey honey" you dad said giving you a kiss on the temple. He picked up your suitcase, trudging into the house.

Just the same as your remember- a large foyer with tall ceilings and a chandelier following a large staircase. "Welcome back home" mom says gripping your hand for dear life.

You slowly walked up the large staircase, running your hand on the dark wood railing that lined the staircase, it felt the same. Part of you wondered why you thought things would be different but they weren't. From the smell to the furniture nothing had changed.

"y/n hurry honey your going to be late!" you mother called from the living room downstairs.

Today was your harp performance for your family. Your grandmother had been begging to see you do it.

You wore a white dress with a large bow in the back and thin straps that tied on top of your soft shoulders, per request of your mother. "I'm coming" you groaned trying to rearrange the dress. For a 13 year old it made you look 5. But you can't disappoint her.

After a few minutes of staring in the mirror you walked down the large staircase, your hand running across the railing and the smell of warm vanilla and lavender lingered in your nose.

You continued walking over to the small chair next to the large harp that was much bigger than you. "You look great now sit still and smile" your rolled your eyes and put a huge pearly smile on your face.

Despite your obvious annoyance mother always said to just smile, you obliged. "Good now she will be here soon, practice" she ordered.

The memories flashed back to you while you walked down to your room. Walls lined of family photos of you and our parents, but only after the age of 10, before than was forgotten.

The past stays in the past y/n.

On the left of the large painting was a white door with a sign engraving with your name on it. What kind of 16 year old picked such an ugly sign. Yikes.

The long metal handle seemed to burn your delicate skin as you pushed open the large door. A small squeak admitted while your eyes met a spotless room. Books perfectly organized sitting on your bedside table, a queen size bed in the corner under a light fixture. Your desk de cluttered with a small lamp occupying it. You slowly walked over to your closet seeing all your clothes you never took with you to college and Virginia. Most of them sweaters you mom bought you, all hideous.

"y/n come help cook honey!" you dad called you. You took a shaky breath before walking down to the kitchen. More pictures and awards cluttered the walls on display. Smells of chicken filled the room. "Come help cut these bell peppers and asparagus" your mom demanded in a soft tone.

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"So y/n how's it going with that boy from work?" she asked taking a bite of the food. Your dads eyes shot up to look at you from the head of the table. Eight chairs and only three of you and for what?

"He said it's because I come from a family of 'politics'" you used air quotations to emphasize you point.

"Well- you kind of do in a way. Both me and your mother deal with lots of political things running our own practices" your dad added.

"well I know it's just that he didn't know that when I started working he found out when the team went to a bar" you scoffed becoming more and more heated.

"What if he likes you" your mom suggested.

You huffed a laugh through your nose, "everyone is saying that like what?!"

Spencer Reid does not like you and you don't like him end of story. If anything you resented each other. "We hate each other that's it"

"Hmm okay" your mom and dad didn't seem convinced.

You don't like Spencer Reid.

You don't like Spencer Reid!

Do you like Spencer Reid?

No, no, no!

Your parents continued asking you questions about work and what else was going on. Most of the time it was just a short answer, nothing too difficult to reply too.

"What do you think about playing harp on Saturday for old times sake?" it was more of a statement more of a question from your mother.

The last time you played was 19 which was six years ago. It was the least of your worries to play again it became boring for you. "um I- I guess" you choked out.

"That's great honey!"

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After your usual night routine you plopped onto your bed with a large huff.

To ease your running brain you started to scroll through social media. A picture of the BAU team up that Penelope posted made you laugh. All of you were in your vest, you were on Emily's back and everyone else was doing crazy poses. More closely studying the picture you zoomed on Spencers face which was...

Completely fixed on you. Like he was admiring you. No! You chucked your phone across the room and started pacing.

This is a mistake he just changing poses that's why. He was not looking at you. Even if he was who cares? It's not like he likes you.

Right?