Summary: Spencer has some words to say about Reader's curly hair.
Rating: G
Content Warning: None!
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It was supposed to be a good day, but it was not. There were many reasons, but the most recent and most notable was that I had just locked basically every single item a girl needs to survive in my car... in the rain... alone.
Like it always seemed to happen in movies, the moment I'd realized that I'd made the mistake, the sky opened up to drench me in irony and misfortune. I tugged helplessly at the door to my car, like I could will it to open with my mind, but I couldn't. I didn't have telekinetic powers and the keys sitting in the passenger's seat next to my umbrella and purse didn't move, either.
I could have tried to run to the storefront, but I quickly realized that the time I spent pretending like speed could save me from all the anti-theft functions of my car had already ruined all of my plans.
Besides, the torrential downpour that had so kindly waited to start until after I shut the door was beginning to wane now, like it had accomplished its objective in soaking me straight to the bone. At least my phone wasn't wet, I thought. Although, I sure would have liked to have it so I could call someone.
Figures. I groaned loudly before thunking my head against the top of my car and giving into the temptation of accepting my fate. The day was doomed.
And naturally, just like that, the sun peeked out behind the clouds, mocking me once more for my terrible timing. I glared at the reflection of the light bouncing off the metallic surface of my car, thinking to myself all the different ways I would personally punish mother nature.
As I padded over to the store, I wrung out my shirt the best I could. I was going to have to find a way to get a hold of my boyfriend, because there was no way I was going to be on time now. I'd either need to cancel or seriously delay the plans, because, thanks to too-heavy clouds, I would have to go all the way back to my apartment, somehow dry the giant mane on my head, and straighten it again.
Luckily the people in the store took pity on me, giving me the number for Triple A and letting me call them. Within 15 minutes they arrived, dutifully unlocking that wretched door. Still damp, I signed off all the paperwork and climbed into my car.
When I finally looked in the mirror, I saw exactly what I'd expected. My hair had devolved into the same frizzy, poofy, disastrous mess that it always did. For some reason, I attempted to tame it with my hands, patting, smoothing, and pulling with my hands to no avail. I knew I should've called Spencer; he was expecting me over an hour ago. But it really felt like my hair was consuming all of my brainpower. Still, somehow, I managed.
Then it happened. As I hit his name in my recently called, I heard a very familiar ringtone from behind my car. I spun around so quickly I was surprised I didn't hit my head on the visor.
"(Y/n)?" His voice sounded behind me and in my ear as he came into my view. "Are you alright?"
I stayed paralyzed in place, unsure of what the hell I was meant to do. If I'd talked, he would most definitely hear me, assuming he did't notice my car in a few seconds, anyway. But if I didn't talk, he was going to freak out because I called him, and then refused to speak!
"Uhhhh," was the very graceful middle ground I landed on. I was, as usual, the pinnacle of grace.
Realizing that he'd heard me, I scrambled to end the call. I could see him approaching with that big, dopey smile on his face as he spotted me through the rearview mirror. I was not smiling, however. In my haste, I dropped my phone, using both of my hands to gather my hair and try to compress it the best I could around my shoulder furthest from the door.
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Spencer Reid | Oneshots
FanficA collection of my Oneshots about our beloved Dr. Spencer Reid. Ratings and Genre listed in Chapter Titles!