Scared of the darkness behind....

Part 2

Spencer's POV.

We decided on a small Italian cafe down the street from the shopping expo to eat. We ate quickly and decided to go on home. I walked through the front door with all my bags in my hand. I smelled bacon. Yes! Mums making BLT. I smiled and walked up to my room to set my bags down. I walked into the kitchen and kissed my mum on the cheek. She smiled as I sat down at the bar.

"Hey sweetie," she said as she stared down at the iron skillet that held the sizzling bacon.

"Hey mum,"

"How was the expo? Find everything you wanted?"

"Yes. I got dad some new grilling tools, I got Wes so-," I was cut off by Wes walking into the kitchen.

"What'd you get me?" He said, as he pushed his blonde ringlets out of his face. His hair reminded me of the boys that I saw earlier. Wes smiled and kissed me on the cheek. I ruffled his hair as he took a seat next to me.

"Nun ya," he frowned. He was wearing his supras and some jeans that were sagging. He had on no shirt and was wearing his purple 'I love haters' hat. "And you, little bro, need to pull up your pants." He smiled and blushed.

"Can I talk to you, Spence?" He said and he blushed best red. "Alone?"

"Sure Wes, c'mon," I hopped off the bar stool. "We'll talk later mum," Wes and I walked upstairs to the game room. Wes plopped down on one of the bean bags and I sat down in the love recliner. "What's up?" I said.

"Well you know how I'm dating Ashton right?"

"Yeeeess. What about it?"

"I think I love her." He said as he cheeks flushed a deep shade of red. I smiled at his blush.

"Aww. Wes! C'mere." I smiled and patted the seat next to me. He climbed up and laid next to me. He put his head on my shoulder. "It's ok to feel things like this. I promise. It's normal. But remember you're only in 8th grade. Hold off on telling her for bit, ok?"

"Ok, Spence, thanks." He kissed my cheek and got up.

"Pull your pants up!"

"No!" He said as he trotted off. I shook my head and headed back downstairs. My phone buzzed.

'Bzz Bzz Bzz' I pulled it out. And read the message. I froze.

From Unknown: 'you're right, he needs to pull up his pants.' I didn't know what to think. Who is this person. I looked out the window. I saw the boy. The boy from earlier parked outside the house in his large Tahoe. Ok. It's official. He definitely scares me...

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Well that's part two. I love you my beautiful readers!!!!!!!!