It's Complicated

Dont Think Twice, Its Alright

Las Vegas 1992

"I wish I could fast forward life sometimes" I thought out loud, repeatedly tapping my pen against my copy in the library where I'm sitting next to Spencer.

It's my last week in this school, last week in Las Vegas. To be honest, I'd be lying if I said I was going to miss this place. Sure, I'm going to miss some aspects of it, like Thursday's Maths with Spencer which normally we only spend 20 minutes on maths because he's such a good teacher and about 3 hours talking. Spencer is going to collage before the end of the year because apparently he's just wasting time where he could be actually learning. I'm really excited for him, everything about collage seems so fun: the party's, the way you only need to focus on one subject, possibility of lifelong friends.

"Why do you want to fast forward time?" He asks looking up from his book with his curious brown eyes.

"Because, life just seems so much better when your older and I have a feeling that this part of my life won't be that important in the big picture" I reply as if it's common knowledge.

"Also, when I'm older I won't have to go to foster care" I mumble to myself rolling my eyes.

"I just hope I still won't be trying to get you to focus on maths" he and I chuckle while he flicks  through a physics book.

"I wonder will we still be friends" I ask partly daydreaming.

"Highly unlikely" Spencer shrugs like he's already done the maths, he definitely has. It would only take him like 5 seconds to figure the statistics out anyways.

"So..are you excited for your uh 'new beginning'?" a tight smile across his face as he quotes me.

"I don't really know. The family that's taking me in are meant to be really nice. They're from LA, isn't that so cool. I'll get to meet all the famous musicians and actors." I say trying to more convince myself it's going to be good.

"That is a possibility. " he hummed in response.

"More importantly though, are you super excited for collage?" I pried resting my face on my hand and starring into his beautiful brown eyes that I could get lost in over and over again.

"Excited isn't the right word. More...interested. But it's going to be sad, uh leaving my mom." He replies still looking through the physics book that he knows off by heart by now.

"Right, ya. How's she doing?" I'm partly aware of Diana's illness, half of the neighborhood are. When I was younger I remember I used to pass her every day on walks and she would always smile at me and ask how I am on that day. She doesn't go on walks anymore.

"She's upset about me leaving but I know that she knows deep down that it's going to be okay"  all I did was hum in response while Spencer started starring at me, making me naturally blush.

After a while of Spencer reading the pages in a matter of seconds he looks up. "Why do you always dress like that?" I shot my eyes up to meet his, immediately interpreting it as a insult but when I met his eyes I could tell it was just a question.

I was wearing a light blue and black checked jumper with a white blouse on under, a short black skirt and a black headband with a pair of western-looking boots.

"I don't know, I guess people express themselves through clothes so, I must be super boring" i joked with sarcasm, gesturing to my outfit. I wish I could wear more revealing clothes but these type of clothes just make me look nice I think, even if it's not the 'hot' type.

"You're not boring" Spencer immediately replied. He sounded as if he was defending me in-front if someone, which the idea of that made me blush even more.

"Want to head home?" He asked while putting his bag on his back.

On the walk home we talked mostly about random people who were passing us and what we think their lives are like. It was a game we like to play.

There was this old man with a brown sweater vest and his hair was fraying away. He had a hunch back and a resting mean-old-man-face.
Spencer called him fragile and vulnerable after I declared him on being a grump.

Las Vegas was extremely diverse so we could never run out of interesting characters to play this game on.  I have no doubt that LA has exciting tourists and citizens as-well but the game is going to be no fun without Spencer.

I wasn't going into school tomorrow so this is probably my last time ever seeing Spencer, which is upsetting but life goes on and he will become some famous billionaire and find the cure for cancer and I will get to say 'yeah, he taught me maths'.

We reached outside my house that Evan was playing a video game console in, in a slower walking pace than normal.

"Uhhh oh, good luck in college" I managed to get out, standing awkwardly facing him.

"Yeah, yeah. Good luck with your foster family"
Spencer wished swaying his balance between his feet.

"Gonna miss my favorite maths teacher" we both awkward laughed at my horrible try of a joke.

"Yeah aha well uh goodbye, Hazel"

"Yeah goodbye, Spencer Reid"

I turned around to open the front door the front door when I heard someone running up to me.

"Wait, so you can write to me" Spencer placed a ripped out piece of paper with two addresses on them.

"Ones for the place I'll be staying in college, others for when I'm visiting my mom"

"I see. Well, thank you and be expecting your mail to overload with my complaints"

"I will try to wait patiently"