Three

Everlong

"If everything could ever be this real forever, if anything could ever be this good again"

I never even mentioned his name did I? His name's Spencer Turner. I'm Blair Palmer. I never thought this time last year I'd be writing a story about my relationship with Spencer, the weird kid who liked his anime, youtuber's and making me smile. Despite the way this story unfortunately ends, I'll never forget Spencer for so many reasons. At one point in my life he was the only light I had in my life. Everything else around me was a simple blur of confusion that sometimes, I just couldn't cope with. When I was down he'd come over with a bottle of vodka. We'd just sit in my room and blast nirvana, drink our body weight in shots and discuss why the world was such a shithole. Sounds depressing but was surprisingly enjoyable.
I'd never had any attraction to him at all, all the girls at school thought he was this sex god of a boy who rode into the school parking lot every morning with his run down motor bike that was only just working (a hand me down from one of his uncles.) He wore a leather jacket better than most girls could and had long dirty blonde shoulder length hair. Every girl I spoke to, including my best friends basically wanted me to get with him, but I was one of few people who knew what he was really like, a total nerd at heart. The thing was he was never the type of person I set out to impress or like me, but he did. Endless times would he drop hints or ask me out but i just always thought it was too strange. I'd my heart broken once and i would make sure it would NEVER happen again.

He meant the world to me yes, but never in a way like that. He was like the sibling I never had. He helped me through everything in a way that I never thought someone could.
Me and Spencer met at the start of highschool, I went to the local middle school and he arrived in the area during the summer before freshmen year from a few years living abroad in Norway. Our families weren't friends at all. He had a younger brother who within the first forty eight hours of living in the street, managed to smash a neighbours window and make a dent in my dads car, one of four cars may I add. My street was a strange one, the poorer area of the suburb was a few alleyways long and looped its way around the large hill. This hill had a road which led up into the posher area of the suburb (where I lived). So basically all Spencer had to do was walk out his back yard, across a patch of grass, up a slightly steep hill, and he was practically now at my back yard. My bedroom faced out over the town and when the sky was clear I could see a tiny part of the Seattle Space Needle observation tower if I squinted, so yes we lived in Washington. His house lay practically in front of mine, just below the hills drop off point at the back of the garden, out past the pool, down a small rosy path. We lived so close but worlds apart. His parents never cared what he did, they just kept themselves to themselves and done their drugs while giving him and his brother the freedom I craved on the odd occasion. My parents weren't strict, I could tell my mum pretty much anything, but they just worried about me all the time as being their only child, the only one that would give them a good name in the future. I'd always see him out playing with his dog in the yard, I'd then shout him up to my house, my mom always thought he was a "punk" or a "bad boy" which I guess he was, but I liked that about him. I knew his past more than most people, and I knew about his family life. He came from a long line of drugs and crime, but he swore he'd never get into these things, or so I hoped.
Little did I know that things weren't gonna stay the same for a long time.
[I know this story is kinda all over the place so far, but eventually it'll all make sense, I hope :/ phoebe x]