washing machine heart

talking shit

Spencer turned to look at his boyfriend, sighing softly as he heard his door click shut, showing that his best friend had exited the room. It was a lot to handle at once. He knew he would forgive her in a heartbeat, but speaking for Elle and Penelope... that was a different story. He wasn't sure were they resided on the topic, except for the brief talk about it the previous night.

After Spencer left their room, he immediately went to Derek's room, who accepted him with wide arms. The two rested in his bed for a moment, silent, as Spencer laid in his arms. He, of course, had cuddled Emily multiple times before as they were fairly affectionate (she was one of the few he allowed himself to be with), but this was different. Feeling Derek's strong arms wrapped tightly around his fragile body, feeling his hands gently twirling Spencer's hair around his fingertips, hearing his heartbeat, their bodies pressed together. It was intimate in a way he had never achieved before.

After a little bit of cuddling and talking, Spencer let out alot. He discussed his anger about Emily, his frustration about the entire situation. Derek listened with an open ear, which Spencer was a bit alarmed about. Of course, Emily normally listened like a good friend, but always talked about something with herself immediately afterwards. Instead, Derek let him speak for as long as he wanted, and only aided him with advice instead of his own issues.

At one point, Spencer rolled over in their position to face Derek. The two of them stared at one another, silent. Spencer wanted to press their lips together, but refused to initiate it. He still wasn't sure where they stood- he knew they were together, but he was unsure of their boundaries as they hadn't discussed it. Would he be able to kiss him whenever he waned to, hold his hand whenever? Eventually, Derek leaned in and consumed Spencer's mouth for a couple minutes, the two of them laying there as they made out. Spencer wrapped his arms tightly around his neck, shifting so he was laying ontop of them, straddling his waist.

Somewhere along the way, Spencer decided it needed to end because he wasn't quite so sure he was ready for anything like that yet, which Derek respected and ended their session with a peck on the lips. They ended up inviting people over, which is how Emily was brought up.

They sat on the surfaces throughout the room, Elle residing on the roommate's bed. Her face was a bit more red than normal, not bothering to cover it up. She knew that nobody there would judge her and that everyone there understood why she was so upset. Especially Penelope and Tara, who's room she had spent the last two nights in. They helped her so much- even though she hadn't been with Emily long, it was still so painful as it ended up being her best friend she truly felt for. Either way, she decided to go to their gathering that night to help get her mind off it. They seemed like a fun group of people, and she knew neither of the people she didn't want to see would be there.

Spencer felt sick seeing her obvious sadness knowing it was a result of his best friend and tried to help her get her mind off it, leaving his boyfriend and going to reside next to her- he talked about his special interests with her, making her laugh. He let her speak about painting and music, listening intently. It was a good evening, even when Derek finally told Penelope.

"So, honeybuns, when are we hooking up?" The blonde girl flirted playfully, leaning forward to lean her face on his knees as he sat above her. The boy blushed slightly, looking up across the room at his boyfriend who watched the scene break out infront of them. He wasn't sure how it would go. Derek could flirt back and pretend nothing was happening between them, or he could out himself.

Derek smiled down at the girl, placing his hand on her head as he ruffled her hair slightly. "Sorry, babygirl, but I'm actually dating someone now." His words drew the attention of everyone in the room- Penelope, Elle, Spencer, and Tara. The brunette boy tried to fight his smile as he bit down on his lip, gazing at his boyfriend from across the room. Penelope broke through, looking up at him with a pout.