"I'm taking you back to my place." she said, keeping her eyes on the road.
"W-why?" he asked, confused.
"Trust me. Your parents aren't gonna wanna see you come home like that on your first day of school. They'll ask you a whole bunch of questions like, 'What happened?' 'Who did this?' 'Are you okay?' and it's not gonna be fun lying to them. So just let me take you back to my house, we'll clean you up, and then you can go home, and tell them that your first day was great. Okay?" she asked, looking at him. He nodded. They soon arrived at Spencers house, with a moving van parked infront of their driveway.
"Oh for gods sakes!" she yelled, parking next to her mailbox.
"Whoever these new people are moving in, they better be god damned dandy" she mumbled in frustration.
"It's me" he said under his breath.
"What? What's you?" she asked, getting her bag from the backseat.
"We're moving in there" he said, looking down.
"Oh...sorry. I've just been so stressed out lately, and just the smallest things can get me a bit worked up. C'mon let's go inside." she said, unlocking her front door, and leading him to the kitchen.
"Want something to eat?" she asked, rummaging through the fridge.
"No I'm okay" Louis said quietly.
"Here" she said, handing him half of a sandwhich that was left in the fridge. "I know you're hungry. Just take it." she insisted. He accepted it, and ate it fairly quickly.
"Alright. Let's take care of you now." she said, leading him upstairs to her room.
"Okay. Wait here. I'll go get all the medical shit."
He sat down awkwardly in her bed and looked around. He noticed a whole bunch of posters on the walls and ceiling of bands he's never heard of. On her nightstand were a whole bunch of magazines labeled, "Alternative Press". There were at least thirty, all addressed to her. On a small board next to the window were a whole bunch of tickets to concerts that she's been to. And there was alot.
"A bit much I suppose?" Spencer said, coming in with bandaids, rubbing alcohol ect.
"I was uh just looking around. You've been to alot of concerts." he said, looking back at the small cork board.
"Yeah I guess I have when you put them all together like that" she said smiling. "Okay now sit. We have to clean up your face as weird as that sounds" she said laughing a bit. He gave a small smile, and loosened up a little.
"Alright this might hurt a bit" she warned, talking a cotton ball with rubbing alcohol and peroxide on it, and dabbing it on his lip. He winced in pain as the mixture of chemicals seeped into his bleeding lip.
"Sorryyyyy" she said, pulling back.
"No, no it's fine. Just stings a little" he said, allowing her to keep going. She cleaned up his lip, and moved to above his eyebrow. He couldn't help but to glance at her lips. They looked so soft. She was too focused on cleaning up the dried blood to notice. He thought about what he was about to do, and just did it. He leaned in quickly and softy pressed his lips against hers, making sure he didn't hurt his already split lip.
She was taken by surprise. She pulled away and looked at him with wide eyes.
"Uh, I-"
"Don't." She said, cutting him off.
"Look Spencer, I don't know what came over me...I guess I was just in the moment...I'm sor-" he started, but he didn't get to finish. She pulled him in for another kiss, and this time, he kissed back. It was soft, but passionate. Their lips moved in perfect synch, as Spencer wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. Louis felt the sparks fly, as he deepened the kiss. They finally pulled away for air, and stared into each others eyes.
"Did that feel as right to you as much as it did to me?" Louis asked, quietly.
"Yeah. It did." She said, brushing loose hairs away from his face, revealing his beautiful features. She grabbed a fistful of his shirt and pulled him into another kiss. His hands moved to her waist as her hands fisted his hair.
