Someone Like Me

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A friendship bloomed quickly between us both.

It had started with better bonding in the coffee shop, where we sat for a good hour and forty minutes sharing facts and stories about ourselves over two drinks and some brownies.

Things grew from there, though slowly at first, despite my initial excitement at the cinema.

I don't think either of us were fully steeled to send the first message, our nerves getting the better of us for the most part, at least that was my excuse.

I had managed to pluck up the courage one day when I'd stumbled across some socks that made me pause in my casual window browsing to take a closer look, socks of all things.

Yet, despite how ridiculous it made me feel, I still found myself taking a picture to send to him, telling him how I'd spotted the classic movie monster themed garments and had instantly been reminded of him.

As soon as I hit send, I regretted it and continued to feel foolish for the two hours until he replied saying that they were amazing.

That made me feel a little better about impulse buying them for him.

Another dumb move, but I couldn't help myself, I liked buying things for people that I thought would make them smile and as soon as I saw those ridiculous socks with their vampires and werewolves, I knew I had to buy them for him.

Thankfully, from that point on, messaging each other had become easier and far less nerve-wracking and we fell into a comfortable rhythm of being able to message one another whenever we felt like it.

The increase in messaging led up to us arranging more coffee meetups, then catch-up dinners out and eventually we'd invite each other to random events that sparked our interests, if he could make it due to his hectic and unpredictable schedule.

It was nice.

Making a new friend and seeing the relationship bloom in a way that I hadn't for quite some time, being the kind to prefer keeping to myself rather than going out to meet others and mingle.

More often than not movie trips were alone, shopping trips were alone and I took solace in my solitude, despite my mum's constant concern over my preference to be by myself.

As the weeks progressed to months, I saw more and more of Spencer, we had even gotten to a point of calling each other regularly when he had a spare minute or five.

Soon we were going around each other's places where we would watch movies or, especially around Spencer's, he would try and indoctrinate me into being a Dr Who fan.

"Not again," I'd laughed on more than one occasion, "I have a favourite doctor, is that not enough?"

"No," he had smiled at me, looking boyishly giddy, "you can't have an opinion that concrete until you've seen every iteration of the Doctor."

I laughed and shook my head, still settling into my usual spot without protest and indulging him, happy to oblige in watching something that evidently brought him joy in an otherwise ludicrously dark life.

I got my revenge by putting him through the same shenanigans with Supernatural.

"You can't have a favourite brother if you've never watched every moment from them," I had gasped playfully, earning a strained look of annoyance which threatened to break into a smile at any moment.

Truthfully, I think we both enjoyed the escape each other's company gave us.

Not that I had much to escape, but it was a difference that I appreciated all the same and couldn't have been more thankful for.

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