✓ 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗦𝗺𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝗢𝗳 𝗥𝗮𝗶𝗻|𝗦.𝗥

𝗫𝗩𝗜𝗜𝗜|𝗦𝗟𝗘𝗘𝗣𝗢𝗩𝗘𝗥

𝗛𝗮𝗿𝗽𝗲𝗿
"The only thing I have is my sketchbook" I laugh nervously as he drives to his apartment. "Do you bring it everywhere?" He smiles keeping his eyes on the road.

"As I said, it keeps me grounded"

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"You can wear one of my shirts and a pair of my boxers I guess" he scratches the back of his neck nervously as he hands me his clothes. "Thanks" I smile taking the clothes and walking into his bathroom.

I walk out of his bathroom in his clothes, sporting my glasses. He is laying on the bed, my sketchbook in his hands. "I was uh wondering if you wanted to show me some of your art?" He licks his lips.

"Sure" I grin sitting next to him. I flip open the first few pages of my sketchbook, finding the most recent ones.

[The Minds Journal on Pinterest]

"Wow," Spencer gasps. "She is a representation of what anxiety can look like. You can be fine on the outside, but screaming on the inside." I explain giving him a few seconds before flipping the page.

[ Pinterest says it's from Wattpad so...]

"This is just a doodle, not that deep." I chuckle. "My doodles look like a pre-schooler did them." He laughs. "I'm sure they aren't that bad," I smirk.

"Have you seen my handwriting?" He jokes. "Okay so maybe they aren't perfect." I chuckle.

[Article says the artist is Nas]

"She looks like Tasha Links, the victim from a few cases ago." He mentions. "It is her, I didn't want her to be forgotten because of who she was." Tasha was a prostitute and a drug user, the media only cared about her killer.

"That's a good thing, Harper." He rubs my arm gently. I turn to look at his face, smiling. He leans forward to press a gentle kiss to my lips before pulling away. I smile to myself as I turn the page.

[Madli Art]

"The M.O from the latest case, Victor Nolan would blindfold his victims before killing them." Spencer states. "You guessed right genius. I guess this case just, stuck with me." I sigh as I run my finger over the page.

Spencer wraps an arm around me, pulling my body close to his.

[Article says the artist is Nas]

"This is us." I smile up at him. "It's beautiful, just like you" he kisses the top of my nose playfully causing me to giggle.

[ whiteshaix on DeviantArt]

"And last but not least, one of my favorite people in the world," I explain with a wide smile. He wraps his arms around me, pulling my body into his lap. I bury my face into his shoulder, taking in his scent.

"I really like you." He mumbles into my hair. "I really like you too" I murmur a response. He pulls his head from my shoulder to look me in my eyes. "Harper, will you be my girlfriend?" He bites his bottom lip waiting for my response.

"Of course Spencer" I smile before kissing him passionately. We both smile as we kiss, reveling in the feeling of each other. He rolls us over gently so that he is on top of me.

We both pull away after a few minutes of pure bliss.

I bury my face into his chest, entangling our legs together comfortably. "Goodnight Harper." "Goodnight Spencer" I sigh happily.

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