Spelivia , an All American fan fiction

Chapter>1

Spencer POV:

One second I was on top of the world and the next I was dropped back down onto it face first.

I looked at my arm in disbelief, what the hell?

No no no no! This can't be happening right now!

Everything was supposed to be alright, I was going to train over the summer and look out for liv if she needed me. I don't know what to do , my whole body stands stock still I don't even blink.

Liv hear's the crash turning around, but when she does the orange juice on the floor isn't what she's worried about, I know she's scared for me. I hear her take a sharp intake of breath before she gets off of the couch.

I turn slightly to look at her my arm feeling numb, I know because I have my other hand on said arm , but I don't feel it at all. I close my eyes not wanting the tears to drop but I'm to late.

I fall back leaning against the counter as I break down in the middle of the kitchen, I was just getting back to who I used to be.  I know I ain't perfect, but I'm not a bad person either. I look at the ceiling crying out,

"Why me god?"

Liv comes beside me rubbing my back and I hug her not really wanting to cry in front of her like this, but I know once I'm done this emotion will be out of my system. I hug her tighter as I close my eyes trying to forget my painful reality for just a few minutes being in her arms.

Her presence calms me, I really don't know any other words to describe it. The only other person who has a spirit like she has that I know is my mom. She's the highlight of my life, and she will always be there for me.

I for some reason am able to feel similarly about Olivia, and that kind of scares me. I don't want to mess up what we have going, but I do want to be there for her on a deeper level.

I want to be with her in my free time, or when I'm busy, whenever honestly. When I look at her, I know that i'll be alright and that I will be able to make it through whatever is happening, but this time I don't feel that way.

As I sit against the counter, I realized that there is glass on the floor, I open my eyes leaning back out of her arms and I lift her up placing her on the counter. She gasped when I grabbed her waist, but I put her down quickly before she could move out of my grip.

"Glass on the floor, I'll get it." I said bending down.

"Spencer, you can't you're arm. You sit here, and I'll get it up. And please spare me the male ego and just do what I ask for right now. You know we have to go to the hospital right after, you can't prolong it anymore."

I nod at her as I do what she said and sit on top of the counter without arguing this time, it's not an ego, I just don't like not being able to help her in any way. She doesn't need to clean up behind me. I can clean up behind myself. She's not my mom and even with my mom I don't like to make her clean more than she has too.

It's just a habit from when I was younger, she would be in the kitchen sometimes for hours making us dinner, and I would come in and see all of the dishes left behind, I would on instinct start washing them so she wouldn't have to wash them.

I guess I'm just used to helping everyone else before I helped myself. Can't do that anymore, so what's my purpose here then?

If I'm not going to play football, I won't be able to stop the board from tearing down the school next year and then my whole hood will hate me. Then Dillon will have to go to some magnet school, I can't do that to the people I love.

That just ain't in me, I get off the counter leaning on my good arm as I do and walk to the car. Liv follows close behind me, she just had to get our phones and her wallet just in case we needed anything while we were out.

I didn't expect to be coming back but Liv said I should be home in no time and even though I have doubt's , I want to believe it because it's coming from her.

I nod my head at her as she tells me she already called my mom. I blank out the entire ride my mind not allowing me to see past the glass breaking at my feet and the feeling of nothingness in my arm right now.

I look at the door handle wondering if I should just do everyone a favor, but I quickly think against it. I know this is going to be temporary but it feels like this pain will never go away.

I just lost my dad man, football was the only way I felt connected to him, here's to a year of sitting on the sideline with coach Billy again.

"I'm over this shit man, why can't I just be happy? I don't ask to be in any of this shit! Why can't I be happy Liv!"

She looks at me shaking her head, "I don't know Spencer. But what I do know is that you are strong, you have gone through something like this before and you fought through it. Look at this time as a way to fix you're mistakes from the last time and do it again. You might have to fight harder this time, but you will prevail. You have too, because what will Dillon do without you? You have to fight for him, and for your mom. You have to fight for me, okay? We all need you're strength. As long as you fight for yourself, we'll never stop fighting for you either, got it?"

I just look at her, and slowly nod my head. She winks at me, giving me a sad smile , as we exit the car.

Here goes nothing.