𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐅𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐞

chapter 4

Four

Samantha's POV

"We're going home," I whispered to myself. I felt happy that Spencer was kind enough to take me into his own home. He said that I reminded him of a younger version of himself and that he wanted to raise me as his own.

Spencer said that his apartment was about 10 minutes away from the BAU, but he wanted to stop and get take out. We pulled into the parking lot of the take out place which was called 'sunny's delight'. It was a cute little place. It was very little so i knew that there wouldn't be seats inside.

We both got out of the car and walked inside. It smelled of fries and burgers. I looked up to see that there was a big menu hanging from the roof. There were so many options but the deep fried pickles and poutine really caught my eye.

"What are you getting?" I asked spencer.

"I always get the double cheeseburger with extra fries and a vanilla milkshake," he said, looking to see people working in the kitchen, "what are you getting?"

"Umm, i have a thing for pickles so i have to try the deep fried pickles and i love poutine. Is that okay?" I asked, a little hesitant.

"That's totally okay, never be afraid to ask for something" he said smiling at me.

A young girl came from the kitchen and took our order. Spencer offered to order for me, but I wanted to be independent. After our order was placed, it was ready within about 5 minutes. We walkeding out and got into the car. I held the bag of food on my lap and they were burning hot. I was wearing shorts so I placed them on my bear skin and winced in pain as they burned me. Spencer turned to me and immediately grabbed the bag off my lap.

"Oh my, Samantha! Are you okay?" he said, he seemed really worried.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I'm sorry if i scared you, i didn't think they would be that hot" i said looking down at the floor. I felt bad because i thought he was mad, but he wasn't. He was just worried that I was hurt. He took a deep breath and spoke again.

"Don't be sorry, you didn't scare me. I just thought you were hurt and didn't want that happening if I could help it" he looked at me and gave me a thin smile. I smiled back and he put the food in the back seat. He drove to his apartment which was two-minutes from the take out place.

The apartment complex was nice. It wasn't massive which meant that it must be pretty private. Spencer got out of the car and grabbed the bags of food then went to open the trunk. I got out and went to the trunk to grab my suitcase. I offered to take his bag, but he insisted on carrying it.

We went inside and there was an entryway that led to a staircase. Spence walked in front of me and I followed behind. It was hard to carry my suitcase up four flights of stairs, but I managed.

We got to the second floor and the fourth door on the right was Spencer's place. He grabbed his keys and opened the door. He let me go in first before closing the door behind us. I walked into the living room area, but I left my bag at the door. I didn't want to cause any problems by dragging my suitcase across his carpet.

After I had admired his bookshelf, he showed me to the guest room. He introduced it as my room though and I thought that was a sweet gesture. There was a bathroom in between the two rooms with a door from each bedroom.

"What do you think?" spencer said as I stood looking at the room.

"It's great, thank you," I said. I was really grateful that he was doing this.

"I have the day off tomorrow. Maybe we could stop at IKEA and get you a new bedspread? I have to admit, this one's kind of bland." he chuckled after he finished speaking.

"That is very kind, but i don't want you spending too much money on me." i said, a little embarrassed that i didn't want him  spending money on e.

Most girls my age were always looking for someone to spend money on them. I was never like that. I didn't want people to have to spend their money on me.

"I'm positive, you're living in my house. I want you to feel at home here" he said, giving me a big smile.

"Okay, okay. If you insist!" I said, giggling after. He chuckled and went to show me the bathroom.

"So we will share this bathroom. There is a door on either side that leads into each bedroom. When you are going to the washroom and I'm in my room, just shut both doors and I'll know that you're in there," he said all in one big breath, "I have 3 drawers for you on the right side of the counter. The middle cabinets are full of things that we would share such as toilet paper."

I nodded in response. He left me to unpack while he got dinner ready. I grabbed all my stuff for the bathroom and organized it into the draws. I didn't need all three right now because I didn't have much stuff, but I might need the last one in the future.

I left my clothes until after dinner because I was starving. I walked out to find Spencer sitting at the island with a plate of food in front of him. It hadn't been touched.

"Were you waiting for me?" I asked and he looked up from his book, "I'm sorry I took so long unpacking my stuff, I just like to be organized and I couldn't figure out how to put my stuff away"

He smiled. "Don't worry, I'm happy to wait for you," he said as I went to gather my food. It was already set up on a plate. I looked at Spencer and he looked at me. "Thank you for getting my food ready".

He just nodded and I went to sit beside him. I started eating, the food was to die for. The pickles were so nice and crispy and the poutine had the perfect cheese to gravy ratio.

"Mhmm" I said as I took a bit of one of the pickles.

"Good?" Spencer said. I just nodded as my mouth was full of pickles.

I ate about half of my poutine and 2 pickles before I was stuffed. I sat back in the chair and thought about how sick I'm going to feel later.

"You done?" Spencer said, still eating the last of his fries.

"Yeah, I can't eat anymore" I replied as I walked to grab a glass of water.

"Don't drink the tap water! It doesn't taste good, their bottles of water in the fridge ''Spencer said as I grabbed a glass. I put the glass back and grabbed a plastic water bottle from the fridge.

I must have looked at the bottles a little funny because Spencer said "I'm trying to get reusable bottles! I just haven't found any good ones yet".

"No worries, Spence," I said as I grabbed a bottle and cracked it open. I took a few sips before asking Spencer if he wanted water. He politely declined.

About an hour later, we were both sitting on the couch watching tv. It was nice to just relax and not feel afraid that if I did something wrong, I would be punished. I started to feel cold and my teeth started to chatter. Spencer hopped off the couch and grabbed a thick blanket. He covered me up and sat beside me. I get really cold easily so I was already frozen. He started to rub my back, trying to warm me up. It felt nice, comfortable. Like something a dad would do for his daughter.

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Sorry that this chapter is all over the place. I was trying to finish it because I had a good idea, but I lost my train of thought! My apologies.