Open Hearts Are Broken Hearts [ S.R ]

10. You

When Spencer unlocked the door to his apartment, he moved to the side to let you in. When you took the step over the door stop, you stepped into his world.

The first thing you noticed was the change in smell. On this side of the door was the overwhelming scent of his cologne, which was better than the musty smell of the stair well.

The next thing your eyes wondered to were the bookcases that were ready to fall over. They were holding that many books. You knew you loved to read but his six more bookcases then you proved he loved it so much more.

His apartment was exactly what you expected. It was a little gloomier than your was. He kept his curtains shut compared to yours where they are always open. Looking around, it confused you how he could be so comfortable here completely alone. You at least had Nova, but he has no one.

As you stood in the middle of his living room, you finished your 360 to meet his eyes again. He set his keys down on the table and walked up closer to you. "Do you really live here all alone? No pets or anything? Just you and your thoughts?"

He shook his head, "Yeah, I don't mind it. It gives me time to think, I guess."

You turned back to look at the bookshelfs, "Hmm, I don't think I could ever be truly alone. I always have Nova to keep me company."

As you reached to pull a book from the first shelf, you felt his arms wrap around you from behind. He rested his chin at the crook of your neck, "I do prefer to have you here though."

You couldn't help but smile. He really knew what to say and when to say it.

"I'm going to unpack my stuff and change. I'll be right back," he said. When you lost the warmth of him around you, you noticed just how cold it was. You noticed how much you missed his touch. How much you didn't want to live without it.

You continued to look through his book shelf before you pulled out a random one.

The Notebook.

You knew you were a hopeless romantic but you never expected him to be. You took the book and curled up on his couch, grabbing a blanket on the way. Without him, it truly was cold in here.

You started about halfway through. It was around where you ended your third time through. It was one of your favorite stories. As you read through, every once in a while you would see a line Spencer had highlighted. You couldn't figure out quite why they were highlighted but it slipped your mind when you got the boat scene. You couldn't help but smile.

But your smile got cut short when you heard a voice above you. "The Notebook, huh?"

Spencer was leaning over the back of the couch looking down at you. "Uh, yeah. It was the first one I pulled off the shelf. I hope you don't mind."

"Of course I don't mind," he said as he came around the couch to sit next to you. You were curled up in one corner, wrapped up in his blanket. He was sitting in the middle of the couch, facing you.

"What does the highlight mean? Like," you flipped through the pages, "here." You pointed at one of the highlighted lines and began to read it.

"'So it's not gonna be easy. 

It's going to be really hard; 

we're gonna have to work at this everyday, but I want to do that because I want you. 

I want all of you, forever, everyday. 

You and me... everyday.' 

Why is that highlighted?" 

You looked up at him from the book and he was smiling. When he met your eyes he dropped his head before grabbing your hands.

"Well, partially because of the linguistics of it. Spark's writes it in a very specific way to deliver a very specific point," he looks back up at you, "but also because I love that quote. I've never got to live a love like he's describing so in some of the books, I highlight the quotes I hope I can look back on later and understand on a different level."

You cocked your head in confusion. He continued, "When I first read that quote, I hadn't lived a love like that. I hadn't loved someone so much that I was willing to fight everyday to make it work so I didn't truly understand it. Now that I have lived a love like that, I understand it in a completely different way."

You felt a smile pull on your face as you began to understand. You leaned forward towards him as he planted a kiss on yours lips.

When you pulled apart, he cuddled up next to you. You decided to watch a bunch of different shows  to pass the time but ended the night by watching the Notebook since you'd already reminisced on it earlier. You spent the whole movie spitting out the lines as the characters read them. You had watched it enough that you could read the script with them. Spencer just smiled and laughed when you did.

When the end of the movie finally rolled around, you tried to collect yourself as the felt the tears fall. Spencer just looked at you, "Are you crying at The Notebook?"

Through the tears you spit out, "Are you not crying at The Notebook?"

He just laughed at you as he helped wipe the tears off your face. He stopped his movement and was studying your eyes the same way you had months earlier. You took the chance to study the eye you didn't get to last time. As you saw his smile pull on his cheeks,  "Do you want to stay tonight?"

You felt the smile rise on your face as you nodded.

 He scooped you up in his arms as you locked your feet behind his back. He left kisses across your face and down your neck as he carried you back to his bedroom. He set you down on the bed. His forehead was resting on yours as you tried to control your smile. You could see him mirror your same expression and it was hard to kiss someone if you couldn't stop smiling. And you wanted to kiss him more, you never wanted to stop kissing him, but you couldn't get yourself to stop smiling. Neither could he. 

He eventually stood up and pushed off the bed. "Do you want something to wear? I can't imagine sleeping in skinny jeans is comfortable."

"Sure," you nodded your head as you sat up on the bed.

He walked into his closet and returned with a CalcTech sweatshirt. He tossed it across the room to you, "Do you want a pair of pants too?"

"It's okay," You figured the sweatshirt would be long enough.

Spencer walked into the bathroom as you began to pull off your shirt. You took a second to breathe in the smell the sweatshirt carried. It had that same cologne and detergent smell from every hug he ever gave you. 

You got the sweatshirt over your head and you began to pull it down when you heard Spence lean against the door frame behind you. You spun around to look at him as you pulled the sweatshirt down and undid your pants, "What are you looking at?"

"You."