Flaws

Chapter 14- Skipping

Chapter 14- Skipping 

I awaken to the sound of loud banging. Jolting up in bed, I look around wildly, but there is no indicator of the source of the noise. I throw the duvet forwards, blinking in disorientation at the darkness of my room and stumble from my bed. Slowly my eyes adjust to the low light given off from the glow in the dark wall stickers across my ceiling. 

"Open up!" A male voice shouted. 

I rubbed my eyes tiredly. The sound continues as I walk down the stairs, but whoever it is is indiscernible through the frosted glass. 

"Let me in!" There is another shout and next what I'm sure is a kick to the frosted glass. 

"Fuck that hurt" He cursed and that stupidity was his identifier. 

I moved faster to open the door, turning the key in the lock a little frantically until it clicked open. 

The cold air blew through me, making the hair on my arms stand on end. Spencer was leaning dependently on the wall beside my door, looking like standing was presenting a real challenge. 

"What are you doing here?" I asked softly. Though I don't know why I'm bothered about being loud; it isn't like my parents have returned home yet. 

"Locked out" He mumbled, staring at the ground. "I lost my keys" He added pathetically. He looked like a lost child. The kind you see wondering around Tesco and immediately want to wrap your arms around, just to give them some sort of comfort. 

So I didn't say anything, I just opened the door wider and stepped back to let him inside. He stood there unmoving for a second, until I beckoned him in exasperatedly. 

"The offer won't last long Spence. Come inside" I ordered, my voice not unkind. 

A ghost of a smile played around his lips, but his eyes were remarkably sad. 

I closed the door behind us and locked it again, because the idea of it unlocked had always made me feel insecure. 

"Well I don't know about you, but I'm tired" I mumbled. 

"Let's go upstairs" I added.

"At least buy me dinner first Liv" He garbled and he went to take the first step and missed. Jesus Christ. That would have been funny if the words had come out less slurred. 

I sighed. "You're an idiot" I threaded my arm around his waist, attempting to take some of tall frame's weight as we ascended the stairs. 

We reached the top of the stairs when he turned to me:

"Liv?" He asked faintly, vulnerability obvious on his usually confident face. 

"Sit down" I ordered impatiently. I guided him to the bed, pushing him down. Even in his drunken state, he tried to resist, not liking being told what to do. 

"But Liv-" He objected. 

"Sit" I replied firmly and this time he listened. 

I stepped to get to the bathroom in search of a glass of water, but stopped when Spencer grasped my hand firmly. 

"I'm tired of this Liv" He said.

"Of us fighting I mean" He clarified. 

"I know" I replied softly, giving his hand a squeeze. "I'm not trying to annoy you" I said in a small voice. 

Surprised, he was shaking his head even before I'd finished. 

"I know Liv" He said kindly. He rested his other hand on top of our entwined ones.