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A/N: WARNING: this chapter does have a very adult-like message at the end. If you don’t understand what I mean then I suggest you read with caution. Things like that message with come up in more chapters to come as its part of Spencer’s past and now present.
I woke up a few hours later as the warmth of bed had disappeared. I sat up stretching noticing that the sun was starting to come up and was shining through the small space between the two curtains.
“I was hoping to not wake you up.” Jamie said while placing a kiss to my right cheek. I looked over the clock between the two beds at the red numbers read back 4:01.
“It’s ok; I have to be up in about a half an hour anyways…” I never told him that I was going home soon and I wanted to avoid the thought but I couldn’t anymore.
“What do you mean?” Jamie asked his smiling falling into confusion as his eye brows knitted together.
“We are leaving to go home this morning. Our train leaves at 6:30…” I wasn’t able to look him in the eyes anymore, the end of the bed becoming a lot more interesting.
“What about us? What are we?” He asked his voice dripping in even more confusion. He lifted me head back to gaze at him. His hazel orbs held even more pain as they stared at me waiting for an answer.
“I'm not sure…you live in New York…I live here” I said pausing to what for his reaction. I glanced over at Lacey making sure she was still sleeping, but I could tell she would wake up soon, she shallow snoring had stopped. “Let’s go eat breakfast and we can talk more.” I said in hopes of not waking Lacey up.
He shook his head in agreement as we walked towards the door. I didn’t even look to see how messy my hair was, I didn’t want to wait any longer for our conversation to stop. We stepped into the cool hallway as we walked down towards the stairs, knowing the elevator would be in use. His hand brushed mine but I didn’t hold it. I couldn’t get attached to him this easily, this soon. I would get hurt. He looked over at me and smiled grabbing hold of my hand, intertwining our fingers, the second time they brushed past each other. We stepped out into the large lobby and headed towards the aroma of waffles, pancakes, bacon and other breakfast scents when Jamie tugged at my hand making me stop.
“Can we talk about us first?” He asked trying to hide his sadness with a smile but I could see it in his eyes. I nodded my head as he pulled us over to a large couch that sat off the side of the lobby away from the other guests enjoying their breakfasts with their families and loved ones.
“I can come visit you and you can do the same in New York and there’s always Skype and FaceTime. We can make us work.” He said while rubbing small circles on my hand, it wasn’t as comforting as it felt when Kyle had done it in attempted to relax me after the phone call from Don. I pulled my hand away while shaking my head.
“I'm 16 and you’re 21 Jamie, when I go home I go back to school in one week and when you get home you go to work or hanging out with your friends. We live in two way different worlds…” I drifted off, I hated to do this but I knew I couldn’t lead him on. My dad and everyone around me wouldn’t approve of us as a couple.
“I though opposites attract? Age is just a number to me. I could make time for us to talk every day! When you have break next I could come see you or you could come to New York.” He pleaded with me.
“Jamie we can’t…my dad would kill me and my brother wouldn’t be any happier.” I said my heart was getting pulled into two different ways. One side wanted to try it with him while the other knew better than to even try.

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