“DINNER’S READY!!!!!” I exclaimed, receiving a grunt from Ryan, which meant he was getting up, and a ‘Coming!’ from Spencer who was upstairs. He jogged downstairs wearing sweatpants, a hoodie, and a tee shirt.
“Ooh, nice outfit soccer mom.” Ryan said as he caught a glimpse of Spencer.
“There’s worse. I could be you.” He replied.
“Boys. Be nice.” I said as I handed them both a plate of spaghetti. Ryan stuck his tongue out and Spencer made a face back. I set my plate down and went to retrieve the salad from the kitchen.
“Ryan, go back to the table and eat there.”
“But there’s a documentary about Einstein on.”
“Fine. Just go to your dork cave and watch it. I don’t want spaghetti on my couch.”
“Okay then bye.”
“His dork cave?”
“I don’t know, his lab or whatever.”
“Let me guess, it’s filled with computers and wires and strange lighting and comic clippings.”
“You forgot the smell of cheese puffs and desperation.” I said, sitting down at the table.
“So, tell me more about the sweet side of Emmy.”
“The what?”
“Like, your romantic side. Important stuff like that.”
“Okay. I like candle-lit dinners, movie marathons, oh, and I always wanted to go to Disneyland.”
“Okay, so Ryan’s a nerd at heart, and you’re still eleven at heart.”
“Bingo.” I said as I shot him a finger gun. “So tell me more about the fluffy side of Dr. Reid.”
“Okay. I think that roses are the classiest flower to give someone, I like when a girl can make me laugh or smile, and I’ve always wanted to wake up to a sunset.”
“That’s sweet.”
“Yeah.”
“You’re alright, Spencer Reid. You know that?”
