Spencer's POV, A Month Later
"I don't know Frankie, it seems kinda sketchy" I said, looking around the apartment that Frank and I were looking at. "Look it's enough for just the two of us Spenc, we have enough for it and it's close to the Strip and there's a gas station across the street" Frankie responded with, I nodded and sighed. "Fine, put the deposit down I have to get back to the hotel and finish packing all of our shit" I sighed. He grinned and hugged me and then I walked back to the hotel we were staying at. It seems like just yesterday when Frank and I met on that greyhound in Seattle, I started packing up our stuff and I took our photos off the wall, then I packed up our clothes and loaded the suitcases and box into the shitty little car that we had. I walked back inside and flopped onto the bed when I heard the door open and shut, he looked at me and gave me a small smile and I patted the empty spot on the bed signalling him to lay down next to me. He smiled and layed down, "I missed you" He whispered and kissed behind my ear causing me to smile, I snuggled up next to him and quickly drifted off to sleep.
The next morning
"Good Morning Love" Frankie said shaking me awake, I woke up and opened my eyes to see frankie sitting on the bed shirtless in a towel. "Mhhhhh" I groaned, I threw the covers off of me and I sat up taking the coffee from Franks hand before he could drink it. "Thanks" I mumbled, he simply rolled his eyes and got dressed, I threw on a pair of jeans and a croptop and slipped my shoes on. "Let's get goin Frankie" I said and then we walked out the door of the motel for the final time.
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Fanfiction17 yr old Spencer Brown is moving from Oklahoma to the big city, she's running from a bad home life and is willing to do whatever to forget. So what'll happen when she catches his eye?
