Life in the Limelight

Chapter 7

Y/N POV

I was in my kitchen, just making some mac and cheese when my doorbell rang. "Coming," I yelled as I cleaned my hands. Once I ran to the door, I opened it to see Spencer, "Hey Spence- Oh my god! What happened?"

Spencer scratched behind his head, "Uh, yeah that's what I wanted to tell you about in person. I didn't know if you wanted to know right away or if you wanted me to tell you in person."

I was just staring at him, "Well come in and tell me what happened. We can talk over mac and cheese." Spencer followed me into my house and looked around.

"Wow, this is the biggest house I think I've ever seen. I mean Rossi's mansion is big, but this place is huge."

You laughed, "Yeah. Uh- this is my mansion. I have a pool, a hot tub, a great living room and kitchen. A recording studio, five bathrooms, and eight bedrooms plus the master bedroom. All fully furnished."

"Wow. Ok. That's a lot. This is a lot bigger than my apartment."

"Yeah it is. But to be honest I like your apartment. Its got this homey feel to it. My house feels so cold and inhuman. Your apartment has you written all over it and I like it that way."

"Yeah," he laughs, "Anyways," we sit down at the counter in my kitchen. I dish out some mac and cheese for the both of us. As I sat down, Spencer told me all about how he pushed his coworker and friend JJ out of the way so she didn't get shot in the heart, but then he would get shot in the shoulder. He figured it would be better than his friend being killed.

"Oh my god Spencer, I can't believe you would willingly get hurt for your friend! That's so sweet. Ok, I demand you stay here so I can make sure that you're ok."

"Yeah," Spencer took a deep breath and his face fell a bit.

"What's wrong?"

Spencer took a minute to compose his thoughts, "I-I'm scared. A few years ago I, uh, I got addicted to drugs. An unsub who had split personality disorder (correct me if I'm wrong) kidnapped me and drugged me. After that, I became addicted to the drug and it took me a while to get clean. Now I'm scared to take any prescription drugs in fear that I might become addicted again. I totally understand if you want me to leave and you never want to see me again. I understand that it can be hard to love somebody with that kind of past."

You looked at him then got up and gave him a hug. You then held him at arms length, "I am so sorry that happened to you. What do you mean make you leave? I don't care that you got into drugs for three months straight, or how much sleep you lost in that period. I don't care that you went home and fucked that person and woke up at 6 AM hating everything about yourself, or that you smoked so much you sounded as though your lungs were giving out. You're not a bad person for the ways you tried to kill your sadness. You're just human, and being human means you need to survive and you do so whichever way you deem fit, fuck everyone else."

He looked at me and I saw tears start to stream down his face. He then pulled me into the tightest hug I've ever had in my life. We stayed there for a long time while he cried into my shoulder. I let him decide how long he wanted to hug. "Thank you, Y/N. I've never known anyone to accept my past."

"I'll always accept you and your past. You're the only person that has accepted me and my history without wanting something in return. And if you ever want another hug like that, you can call or text me and I will be there as soon as I can be. Hugs are so underrated especially those hugs that are so tight you can literally feel the other person's heartbeat and for a moment everything feels so calm and safe like nothing can hurt you."

Spencer looked at you for a moment, "You are so wise and so intelligent Y/N. You know I've been listening to some of your music and it is so poetic. I see where you get it from."

You laughed, "Thank you! I know you prefer classical music so it means a lot."

You both laughed at that and decided to take the rest of the night chilling on the couch and watching movies. Although the both of you didn't go to bed until well in the morning, it was well worth the wait to make sure that the both of you were in a good place mentally.