*Saturday morning*
Samara's POV
I woke up to a light snore and flipped over. Only to be facing Spencer?! I could see his bare chest and I mentally squealed.
"Princess? Why are you squealing?" Spencer's morning voice asked.
"Errr, um, no reason." I could feel my face blushing.
"Ok then." He chuckled and got up out of my bed.
After he got out of my bed, I sat up. I could already feel all of the warmth in my bed start to disappear. Aw. Looking up at Spencer, he was stretching with his arms above his head and I couldn't help, but to stare at his abs. His v-line was peeking out from his boxers which was super attractive. Holy guacamole! He's so hot!
"Done checking me out yet? I mean, I don't mind, but your slobbering." He chuckled, but winked.
"Shut up." I groaned and fell back down into my bed onto my back, then I stretched my arms up, causing my tank top to slide up a bit, showing my stomach.
Then I sat up and crawled out of my bed and saw Spencer's face turning a bright red, while he continued to look at my midriff that was showing.
"Done checking me out yet? I mean I don't mind, but you're drooling." I mimicked him and winked. Then I got the courage to walk up towards his face and drew my finger along his mouth, and then I closed his jaw.
"Kay, meet me downstairs if you want breakfast." I winked again and walked down the stairs with a little sashay to my hips.
"Hey! That's my line!" Spencer finally caught up with me 30 seconds later.
"Too late. I stole it!" I stuck my tongue out at him.
"I was just in bed with a 5 year old. I'm gonna get arrested. Quick hide me!" Spencer mocked me.
When he said that "he was just in bed with", I immediately blushed. I've never blushed this much in my life or with any other guy.
"You're blushing princess." He had to point it out.
"Shut up." I walked ahead of him and marched down the stairs.
"What do you want for breakfast?" I asked Spencer once we reached the kitchen.
"How about eggs and bacon?" He suggested.
"Yeah, sure. You wanna make the bacon and I'll make the eggs?" I offered.
"Ok."
We grabbed the supplies and started to cook.
"Hey-" He started, but I cut him off like he did last night with me.
"Yoooooo!" I mocked him and smiled, showing off my dimples.
"Anyways, where are your parents?" Spencer asked me and then poked one of my dimples.
"They're on a vacation until next week with Holden." I shrugged.
I really don't want to stay home alone, now that Luca is back.
"Ok, then do you want me to stay here with you?" Oh my gosh! He's a mind reader!
"No, you're just saying all of your thoughts out loud." He corrected me and laughed.
"Oh, poo! We could've made money off of you! Gosh dang it!" I shook my head back and fourth.
"Wow! I see! I'm just something to help you get money. Well, ok then." He crossed his arms over his chest and pouted.
"No, you're so much more to me." I mumbled.
"Awwww! Really?!" I turned around to see him fluttering his eyelashes at me.
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Surviving The Bad Boys(not edited)
Teen Fiction"What do you want Spencer?" I said annoyingly and slamming my locker. (Ok, maybe I just did that to make a point to him.) "You!" He smirked that stupid annoying smirk, that would make every girl fall to their knees, but not mine. "Wow, I see we're g...
