Spencer Charnas One Shots

XCVII. First Snow

HI GUYS. ITS FINALLY SNOWING WHERE I AM. WHAT DOES THAT MEAN? FIRST SNOW ONE SHOT! I HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS FLUFF AND CUTENESS

Walking through the halls of the office, I finally found my boss. "Hi Mr. Wilson," I greeted after knocking. He looked up from his papers and smiled, motioning for me to come in. I walked in and shut the door behind me, sitting in front of his desk. I fixed my skirt and crossed my legs. Our building was an office and recording studio.

"Is something wrong?" he asked. He looked slightly worried. I smiled and laughed softly,

"Nothing's wrong. I just have something to ask," I replied, my palms starting to sweat. I had never taken time off here, my job was always the first thing on my mind. After my boyfriend, of course. "I was wondering if I could have this upcoming week off?"

Now I was the nervous one. Mr. Wilson flipped through some papers and pulled out his calendar. He finally looked up at me. "You've never asked for time off. Is there something going on?"

"I want to spend some time with family and friends. My family is about three hours from here and I'm going to drive myself." That was a fat lie. My boyfriend just got home from a tour for Thanksgiving and I just wanted to spend time with him. I couldn't tell my boss who my boyfriend was because we happened to sign them and we aren't supposed to have relationships with clients.

"Well, why not. You're my best worker here. I do know we have a band coming in again, Ice Nine Kills. If you could go down there and monitor, that'd be amazing."

"Gotcha! Thanks Mr. Wilson!" I said happily, blowing him a kiss and walking out. I guess I had a thing over my boss. He was single and was looking, and I think he was looking at me. But I already had someone.

I shook the thought and made my way to the elevator, heading down to the studio. I stepped off once it stopped and traveled down the hallway once again. I knocked and opened the door to see two workers and the band standing there. One of the producers, Bridget, turned to me. "Y/n? What're you doing here?"

I glanced over at Spencer and he winked. I playfully rolled my eyes and looked back to Bridget. "Boss told me to come and 'supervise'. Kinda glad, I had too much paperwork upstairs."

She laughed, "Take a seat. We're about to start recording."

*

I unlocked the door and walked in, smelling the sweet aroma of gingerbread. It was probably our new tart warmer. I slipped my heels off and shut the door, walking towards the kitchen. I stopped when I saw Spencer standing there, trying to make a gingerbread house. He turned to me and his eyes went wide. "Uh.." His eyes darted from me to the sweet treat and back again. "I thought you'd be home later.."

I walked over and kissed his cheek, "Was this going to be for me?"

"Haha.. yes. I know this starts our vacation. I guess I started too late," Spencer spoke and wiped his hands on his apron. I smiled and laughed, looking at him. Once his hands were clean, he pulled me closer to him. I stood on my toes and pressed a soft kiss to his lips, receiving one back. I pulled away,

"Let me go change clothes and I'll come help." Spencer slowly let go of me after pressing a kiss to my forehead. I walked away and upstairs into our bedroom. I slipped from my tight work clothes and put on a pair of shorts and one of the band's long sleeve tour shirts. I let down my hair and walked back downstairs.

I met my boyfriend in the kitchen and grabbed another apron, "Alright, we both know you suck at making them."

"Hey!"

"Haha!" I laughed loudly, grabbing the other kit of gingerbread houses. I opened it and began to work on my own.

It took a few hours before we both stood back and looked at our creations. Spencer obviously did something horror themed, and I can't say I didn't. I made it look like someone was just held over the house pouring blood onto it. "Well.." Spencer started, sighing and looking at me, "At least we both are sick in the head."

I slowly nodded before looking at him. Behind him, through the kitchen window, I could see snow falling. I gasped, "Spencer! It's snowing!" He quickly jerked his head to the window and gasped as well.

"Let's go outside!" I yelled while almost ripping my apron off, running to slip my snow boots and coat on. Spencer was quick to follow, but I was already out the door. I laughed and looked up at the sky, holding my mouth open.

I turned to my boyfriend as he walked outside, eyes sparkling like a child's on Christmas. I smiled and ran around the yard, creating prints in the snow that was already sticking. I looked back to Spencer who was just staring at me. "Come on!" I yelled, running to him and pulling him off the porch. He chuckled and followed.

I kept his hands in mine, spinning us around in a circle. The snow was coming down harder now. I looked to the sky and smiled. "It's the first snow," I told him, stepping closer to him. Spencer's eyes went wide as he held my arms.

"Babe, I thought you didn't want anyone to know?" he questioned. At first, I didn't want anyone to know we were together. But right now, four months later, I couldn't give a shit. I smiled and put his arms around me, leaning close to him.

"I don't care anymore. So what if I get fired? You're more important to me," I told him, snow covering my eyelashes. I tried to blink it away and Spencer laughed.

"That sounds good to me," he whispered into my ear while putting his arms under my butt. I yelped as he picked me up, my body involuntarily wrapping myself around him. I laughed as he started to walk around the yard, singing Merry Axe-Mas to me, but a lot quieter and less rough.

I was finally sat down when I started shivering. I still held into my boyfriend, hugging him close. "I love you, Spencer."

"I love you too, Y/n." Spencer placed his cold hand under my chin and made me look up. He smiled and leaned down to kiss me. I happily kissed back for a few seconds until I had to pull away because my teeth were chattering.

We both went back inside and I snuggled into Spencer. "Come on, lets go to the living room. I'll make some hot cocoa," he told me. I nodded and shivered all the way to the living room after slipping my coat and shoes off. I jumped on the couch and covered up, turning on Disney+. I wanted to watch The Grinch now. It was not a want, it was a need.

Spencer came back with two mugs of hot cocoa and handed me one. I took a sip and sat it down, holding my arms out to him. I pressed play on the movie and wrapped him up in the blanket as well. I took a peek out the window, "I think we might be getting a blizzard."

Spencer hugged me and smiled, "More time with you." I looked at him and, me finally being warm, I kissed him. His lips fit perfectly with mine and my eyes fluttered shut. We kissed for a minute or two before pulling away to turn to the TV. Spencer put his arms around me and I inhaled sharply and let it out slowly.

"It's finally winter.." I spoke.

"It's November."

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