Neighbors (Spencer Reid x Reader)

Thirty Two

You'd been doing so good. So good at avoiding him. Running into the back when he came into the coffee shop, always being out of the house, going nowhere near Quantico. Staying at you new boyfriend's house. He was a psychology major at the local college who worked at the library on weekends. He was tall and wore glasses over bright blue eyes. You'd deny it when asked, but you knew he was just a discount Spencer. As much as how you'd ended had broken your heart, you looked for Spencer in everything. Except for Spencer himself. The sight of him put you to tears.

When he stopped you outside the apartment, it took all your strength not to break down and cry. When he grabbed your arm, you started to tear up. Even if it was in an argument, you'd craved his touch. How even after you'd ignored him, he'd still held you as gently as he could. You'd started sobbing the second your door shut. There was no way he couldn't hear you. You knew the walls were thin.

Seeing him again... talking to him again after so long broke something inside of you. His voice was something you hadn't realized you needed until it was gone. "I'm so sorry," you cried to the empty room, grabbing the nearest item to you and launching it forcefully at the wall. You didn't know why you were apologizing. Maybe you felt bad for abandoning him like that. For leaving when he needed you most. Suddenly you felt sick. You ran to the bathroom as fast as you could, barely making it to the toilet in time before the contents of your stomach flew out of your mouth. "I'm sorry, god dammit!" you yelled.

You heard knocking on your door. If it was Spencer you would break. He couldn't see you like this. Wiping the vomit off your face, you walked to the front door. You didn't open it until the person knocked again. When you did, your heart sank. It was your boyfriend. "You look like shit," he said, stepping inside. "I just... had a rough day." He nodded, biting the inside of his cheek. "So this is your place, huh?" Something in his tone of voice tipped you off. Was he seriously judging you right now? "I'm sorry, what are you here for?" You asked, sniffling despite your annoyance. "Y/N. You invited me, remember? We were going to have a movie night."

Shit. You forgot about that. "Look, if it's a bad time, I can go." You looked at him. He was being completely genuine, perhaps you'd misread his tone earlier. "I'm sorry. I just don't think this is going to work out," you blurted. He smiled sadly. "I know." He was looking at you with a soft emotion you couldn't quite name in his eyes. "I knew you didn't really love me. You just wanted to get over someone."

"What- I- I'm sorry-" He shook his head. "It's him, right?" He asked looking at the wall the separated you and Spencer. "I saw him when I got here. I noticed the resemblance immediately. It's fine." You nodded, looking anywhere but his face. "You should talk to him. He looks like he misses you." His voice was kind. "We can stay friends. Text me anytime you need anything, Y/N. But you need to go talk to him."