BAU- Spencer Reid x reader

Chapter 2- Fake Boyfriend

your pov (first person)

It's 4:30pm
     I'm kinda nervous for tonight. My mom is meeting a guy who isn't even my boyfriend. And Spencer isn't the greatest liar either, so this could be a complete nightmare.
     Jake is away at some concert with his stoner friends, so I don't have to worry about him calling me while mom meets his "replacement" for the night.
     I hop into the shower. The warm water hits my body just right, relaxing my ever so tight muscles. It really has been a long week. Hopefully this weekend with my mom won't be too stressful since I only have 3 days off.
     I lather the vanilla shampoo into my hair, the scent fills my nose pleasantly. I step back under the water so the soap can rinse out. After I put some conditioner in my hair, I lather my body soap all over myself.
     When it's finally time to get out, which I really don't feel like doing, I dry myself off with a soft blue towel then wrap it around my body.
     I walk down my stairs and start making some coffee. I slept in today which felt so amazing. And starting from 12pm to before I stepped into the shower, I caught up on a show and read some emails and texted with JJ about next week.
     After the coffee starts brewing, I grab a snack out of the fridge and press play back on the tv.
     Time passes by and I hear a knock at my door. Maybe it's a package, I think. I open the door before realizing I'm still in just a towel.
     I lock eyes with Reid standing in a nice button down and jeans, after opening the door. His face turns red, "Y/n... um."
     I look down in horror. "Fu- shit. I'm so sorry. I lost track of time. Um here come in, I'll go get dressed."
     "Sorry, I'm early."
     "It's fine."
     I run upstairs, still obviously in my freaking towel.  I throw on a black dress that reaches my mid thigh. It hugs my curves, and I can't help but feel a little insecure. I've always big a little bigger than most girls. Like JJ or Emily, they have just beautiful bodies but I have bigger hips, a bigger waist, and a big bum which I guess isn't that horrible. My tummy doesn't look bad though right now because I haven't eaten anything but a few apple slices.
     After quickly doing my makeup (foundation, blush, a bit of contour, highlighter, nude eyeshadow, and some mascara), I brush my hair that thankfully is mostly dry. I curl it super quickly which turns into barely any waves.
     I throw a pair of black heels on before running downstairs.
     Spencer is standing toward the kitchen.
     "Hey sorry about that," I say.
     "It's okay," he turns toward me, "woah-"
     "What?" I ask, smoothing out my dress.
     "Nothing. You look pretty."
     "I could say the same," I say with a smile.
     He blushes slightly and I chuckle.
     "Want some coffee?"
     "No thanks. Is this your mother?" He asks, pointing to a picture on my kitchen counter.
     "Yep that's her. Here's my siblings too," I show him a picture of me and my older brothers as kids.
     "You don't look like your mom," He observes.
     "Nope, I look more like my dad's side of the family. My brothers took Mom's genes." I tell Spencer, pointing to their brown hair and blue eyes.
     He doesn't ask about my dad. I don't have any photos of him in here, but I do in my room.
     "Shall we go?"
     "Ladies first," he says.
     We get into his car and I tell him what restaurant we're going to.
     "I'm glad we're going to a restaurant so just incase this goes south she can't make a scene."
     "Is she really uptight?"
     "That's one way to put it. She means well, she's just super protective. Especially of me. My brother married, then divorced, a crackhead so she's like really worried about who I'm with. Plus I'm the youngest."
     "So you think she won't approve of your real boyfriend at all?"
     "Not really, no."
     "He's not like a bad guy, right?"
     "No, he's just different than what she wants me to have. She expects me to be with someone like me, top of their class, good job, and all that."
     "Ah."
     "Yeah my dad used to make jokes about if I ever was with someone from 'the wrong side of the tracks'  he'd show him his shotgun."
     "I don't think I've ever heard you talk about your father."
     "He died when I was ten."
     "I'm sorry. My father left me when I was about that age."
     "I'm sorry, Spence."
     We don't talk the rest of the way.
     In the parking lot I tell him-
     "No pressure, but you have one night to make a good first impression on my mother."
     "Actually most people make up their mind about you in approximately seven seconds," he says matter of factly.
     "Okay thank you genius boy..."
     "I just put more pressure on myself."
     "You'll be fine. I promise," I smile at him, but I'm not as certain as I sound.
     "Is there anything I should know about her?"
     "Her name is Michele, you should probably call her by Mrs. Y/l/n. Also I told her that my boyfriend's name was Spencer but his middle name is Jake and that's what I call him. So you don't have to change your name for the night. She likes smart people, just don't act like you're smarter than her even though you are. Um just be respectful and hopefully she'll like you," I say.
     "Hmm. Okay."
     We walk into the restaurant and my mother greets us with a wave from a table in the corner. Good, in the corner away from most people.
     She stands up and gives me a tight hug. "It's been so long since I've seen you, little princess. How's work?"
     "It's great, and mom, I'm 26 you can stop calling me princess." Plus I'm taller than her so "little" isn't very fitting.
     "Right of course. You must be Spencer," She turns her attention to Reid.
    "Yes ma'am," he shakes her hand. Normally Reid hates shaking people's hands.
     We sit down and Mom starts some small talk.
     "So remind me what you do again?"
     "I work for the B-" I glare at him, "I work at a publishing company." He makes up.
     "Oh how nice, I love books."
     She asks him a bunch of questions that thankfully he can answer without sounding too much like himself. 
     When my mom is ordering her food I look at him and mouth 'publishing company?'
     He mouths back 'I don't know.'
     Before our food comes, we keep talking about random things like when Mom is heading back home to Missouri and a bunch of random stuff Spencer can make up about himself... or I guess about my boyfriend.
     I put my hand on the table, Mom always tells me it's improper, but it's a nervous habit. Spencer hesitantly puts his hand on top of mine. He's pretty good at this fake boyfriend thing.

     "So what made you interested in my Y/n?" My mother asks Reid toward the end of dinner. I almost choke.
    "Um she's very smart and she's passionate. She's very pretty too." Reid says.
    I can't help but smile... because he's doing a great favor for me.
     "Good answer," Mom says.

     We get back into Spencer's car.
     I let out a sigh.
     "I think that actually went well," Spencer says, "don't you?"
     "Yeah actually I do. She even hugged you. Thank you so much for this. You're literally the best."
     "You're welcome y/n." He smiles.
     He pulls out of the parking lot and starts driving toward my apartment complex.
     I put on music to kill the silent buzz. I can't help but sing along, especially when it's a classic Taylor Swift song.
     "Who's this singing?"
     "What??! You don't know Taylor Swift? Spencer Reid you are missing out."
    He chuckles and I shrug continuing to sing.
    I catch Spencer glancing at me a few times.
     "What?" I ask and he seems embarrassed to be caught.
     "You have a nice voice."
     "Oh. Thank you," I smile.

     "This is me."
     "I'll walk you up."
     "Thanks," I say at my door. "You can come in if you want."
     "No I won't overstep."
     "Thank you again Spencer, I love you for this." I throw my arms around him giving him a hug. He awkwardly hugs me back.
     "Sure thing," he says in the hug.
     We pull away and his hazel eyes meet my green ones. I'm just a few inches shorter than him in these heels.
     "Bye Spence," I smile.
     "See you soon, Y/n."

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