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PHOEBE DIDNT KNOW what to do as she stared at the 6'6 man in front of her. She couldn't decide if she wanted to punch him or hug him, so she went with her third option. Slamming the door shut in his face. She began to pace the floor, overwhelmed with emotions before screaming for Ryker.
"Ryker!" He immediately races down the stairs, cursing when he trips on the last step.
"What the fuck Phoebe!? I thought you were getting murdered or some shit!" They exclaim as they reach the bottom of the steps to see the seemingly fine Phoebe.
"Spencer is here!" She yells and watches as his eyes practically bulge out of his head.
"What!? You're lying!" Ryker yells before pushing past her to look out the peephole. He gasps when he sees the boy waiting on their porch, a suitcase behind him.
"Holy shit!" He yells, turning back to the girl.
"I know! What the fuck do we do!?" She yells back before returning to her pacing. "I mean we could just like leave him out there right? He'd have to get the hint eventually-"
