Tell me something I don't know (ON HOLD)

Chapter 10

(A/n whoop whoop we've made it to chapter 10. Please if you have any constructive Criticism or if you've noticed any mistakes in this book let me know :*) Also if anyone is good at making covers and is interested in helping me with that bc I suck.

Laughter echoed around Spencer's apartment.
Nina and Spencer sat on his couch facing each other. Both feeling warm and happy as the rain hit Spencer's window.

"I can't believe you wore a ladybug backpack the whole of fourth grade." Spencer exclaims
His cheeks hurt from smiling so much, he hadn't felt this light in a long time.
"I know-I know, it sounds fake but I swear the entire year! I loved it so much." Nina says, " I'm pretty sure I would've worn it through the whole of fifth grade too if Jackson Randal hadn't stolen it from me and cut it up with craft scissors."

Spencer pulls a face, " Jackson Randal sounds like a douche."
"Ugh tell me about it!" Nina exclaims, "kids can be such jerks."
"Trust me. I know, I was a child prodigy in a Las Vegas public high school." Spencer says with a shrug.
Nina frowns at this, maybe it's because she didn't want to imagine anyone being mean to Spencer as a kid.
"They really didn't deserve you, Spen" she says, taking his hand in hers tracing patterns on his palm.

He gives her a soft smile, "Thanks." He gives her hand a soft squeeze.
The two of them let a few seconds pass as they look at each other. The moment was cut short by Nina stifling a yawn and failing.

Spencer was certain that her yawn was the cutest thing he'd ever seen, the way she scrunched up her nose and shook her head like she was trying to tell her fatigue to go away.

"You tired?" he asks her and Nina shakes her head, "no-no I'm fine really-" her sentence was cut off by another yawn.
'Traitor' she mentally yells at her brain.
Spencer chuckles at her "whatever you say." But he still pulled a fluffy blanket over her shoulders.

Nina's hands moved from his palms and started to trace patterns up his arm.
Spencer stiffened at the action, his scars from using Dilaudid were faint but if she were paying attention she would see them. He cursed himself for wearing a short-sleeved shirt to bed.

Unfortunately for Spencer when it came to him, Nina always payed extra close attention.
That and the fact that she'd seen similar marks on her mother when she was younger. Her fingertips stop at the small needle points that dotted his skin.
"Oh Spen," She says, her voice cracking, "why?" Looking up at him with unshed tears in her eyes.

Spencer didn't want to see her look at him with pity, so he kept his eyes locked on her hands, still secured on his upper arm.
He shakes his head, screwing his eyes shut.
"Please don't make me talk about it." His voice trembled, "I've been clean for three years but I still can't-" he gets cut off by Nina pulling him into her.

He was practically lying on top of her, he felt his tears stain her hoodie and her tears on the crook of his neck. They held each other for a little while, both finding comfort in being held.

"Three years is amazing Spencer." Nina breaks the silence, moving her face from his neck and facing him. Taking his face in her hands to make him look at her. To make him see that this didn't change how she saw him.
Spencer just shrugs, like him being sober wasn't a big deal.
"I'm serious, Spen." Nina narrows her eyes at him, "I mean, the longest my mother stayed sober was a week." She tells him, with a humorless laugh.

"Your mother?" He looks at her with sad eyes.
He could see that Nina was upset by her mother's substance abuse.
"Yeah, started using heroine when I was 13, hasn't stopped since."  She says with a deep frown. "I always use to think that maybe if I pushed her to be sober more as a kid it wouldn't have happened, she would have stopped and been the mother that I needed- we needed" Nina says thinking about her siblings.