Up in Flames | Spencer Reid x Reader |

Chapter 5

Chapter 5: See You on the Other Side

As usual, the thundering music had left you a little light-headed. You conspired that it was the main thing that made you woozy at the end of the night. You liked it though. It helped smack you into bed when the time came. You strolled through the crowd, particularly cautious about the dress you wore that night. It hugged you at the waist and hemmed into an A-line cut. It cut off right above your knee, actually. It wasn't the common type of attire you had stashed in your closet. You preferred more scandalous and promiscuous type of clothing for obvious reasons. But lately, things began to change.

It started with the water instead of Gin change, which you ordered fresh with ice this time.

Then, you started looking into hobbies. You got a gym membership a while back. You haven't used it much but you're progress into a steady four times a week schedule.

And you finally started seeing friends and family. You face timed your family a few days back. You mother is doing well after the surgery as far as you could see. And you also went to Casha's place. And although there were a few disturbing factors to the dinner, you enjoyed spending time with people you actually knew.

You even wore the dress for him. You observed that he wasn't particularly interested in the cleavage or the ass-tight leather dress like the rest of the men do. He was intrigued by the little things like the innocent biting of your lip, the stroking of your hair or the ugly suppression of a wicked grin. He reacted nicely to those, usually with a laugh or a smile of his own.

You supposed it all had to do with that guy, Spencer. You still didn't know too much about him, but he's changed you in manners that even your parents couldn't achieve when you were a child. Why is it that he worked magic on you? You couldn't find a solid answer, but you knew it had something to do with his aura. It was enlightening, positive and inspiring.

It was a while, perhaps twenty minutes into the night, when your eyes finally settled onto the disheveled young man at the doorway. He kept the door open for a few women who waltzed in without thanking him, but eventually he stepped inside. He kept his hand on his signature brown leather bag as he gleamed around the room in search for your presence.

You waited, with a growing smile, hoping he'd see you. You were seated at a table this time, so he really didn't notice you till after you waved. You both locked eyes momentarily and in those few seconds his charming grin rolled over his lips as well. The young man paced towards you; briefly glancing about to make sure he didn't collide with anyone on the dance floor.

He was walking towards you?

Directly towards you?

You mind was a fluttering mess. Every word that you remembered slipped past your memory and you were left with the intelligence of a six year old as you spoke the man. "Hey," he said, beaming as he finally met up to your table.
You swore your lips were moving, but you couldn't tell if the greeting made it off your tongue. "H-Hi..."

"I missed you yesterday," he said, finding himself safe in the chair parked in front of you.

You nodded, laughing light-heartedly to pass a bit of time. You needed to collect your thoughts. "Yeah, sorry for not letting you know sooner. I was at a friend's for dinner."

"Dinner? Oh," he chuckled, glancing down before he looked up at you again. You couldn't help notice how his mop of silky hair moved elegantly with his movements. "So you've been taking my advice?"

"I don't take pleasure in praising others," you chuckled with a gentle smirk.

"I've noticed," Spencer mentioned. An obvious blush on his face still, but the modesty of his face made it seem like it was a regular way to react to your comments. You don't know how long you both sat there in silence but it was profoundly lengthy but comfortable. Any time now, you thought someone would break out into fits of laughter. The young man was the first one to do so. "It's bizarre, isn't it? We've been here for over a week, and we'd always sit in a distance from one another each time. We never talked but for some reason we'd laugh, and mouth a few words here and there and that was it. Now we're sitting right by each other, trying to have a habitual conversation and I feel dumb."