The next morning, a Sunday, they both woke up with a raging hangover. Spencer winced as he sat up, feeling the pain in his head settle.
"Never again." He grunted as he got up.
Tara groaned, putting a hand to her stomach. "Shouldn't've drunk so much."
That's when Reid felt his mouth salivate. He gagged and ran to the bathroom to throw up. It wasn't long before Tara was throwing up before the trashcan.
Luke emerged from his room, having heard the noise, and after they were done retching all the alcohol from their systems, he grabbed a bottle of pills and two bottles of water from the fridge.
He gave it to them, and they gladly took it, chugging the water down after putting the Tylenol pills in their mouths.
"Two pills every 6 hours," Luke told them. "I made you guys overnight oats. I put in two bananas since you said that they help with hangovers. That really helped me out last time." He told Reid
He smiled and said, "Thank you for all of this."
"I'll get rid of the trash bad. Sorry about that."
"It's fine," Luke said. "Anyway, what was the occasion? Dr. Reid never drinks."
"Umm . . ." Tara looked at Spencer and then back at Luke. She said, "special occasion."
'A sad one,' Reid thought.
"Well, whatever the occasion was, must've been a great excuse to drink."
"You have no idea," Tara said, going to the trashcan and going to take the trash out.
He didn't have any idea that it wasn't a special occasion, but rather a sad one, multiple sad ones to at least numb the pain for Dr. Reid, even if it was only for a moment.
When Tara got back, Luke said, "You guys should take a shower. It helps. You can grab some clothes out of my closet."
"You can go first, Spence," Tara said.
He began to protest, but finally, she convinced him. "Fine, I'll be quick. Less than five minutes."
As she heard the shower turn on, Tara turned to Luke and said, "He helped you out with a hangover?"
"Yeah, I crashed at his place after getting drunk that night we all went to the bar."
"And now you're helping him." She smiled.
Luke rolled his eyes, knowing where this was going. "I'm helping both of you."
"I should get out of here. I'm third-wheeling." Luke protested, and she continued. "Luke, I want you guys to work this all out and . . . become Ralvez."
Luke made a face. "The hell does that mean?"
Tara chuckled. "Ralvez. Your last names put together. It's like Brad and Angeline are Brangelina. Wow, I have spent way too much time with Garcia." Luke chuckled, and Tara kept going. "Ok, the point is Brad and Angelina are a couple. And Brangelina is their relationship name."
"Spencer and I are not together, and aren't they seperated now?"
She ignored his question and said, "All those nights video chatting, sleeping together, and you comforting him like that, beg to differ."
"Spencer told you?"
She nodded. "I think we were on the verge of getting drunk."
"Look, I'm with Lisa now."
"You like Spencer, and the only reason you're in a relationship now is to try and stop having those feelings for him. We both know it won't do you or Lisa any good."
Luke was speechless, and he couldn't deny it. She'd see through the lie. "How? How do you know all this?"
"I'm a profiler," she said, "and even if I weren't a profiler, I have two eyes. Not that hard to figure out. Well, at least not for me."
"You're as good as they get," Luke said. "You're good."
Tara chuckled. "Oh, I know, but don't go changing the subject on me again. Look, I want to see you both happy. You're my friends. Seeing you both so heartbroken because you have a girlfriend isn't doing any of you any good."
"Am I supposed to believe that he likes me too?"
"Yes. You are," Tara said. "It's the truth. Ain't nothin' but the truth."
Luke thought back to the day before when his friends were drunk. They had told him that Spencer liked him. Now, this? Could it possibly be true?
He was about to speak when Spencer came out of the bathroom, his hair damp from the water and slightly ruffled from combing through it with his hands. He was wearing Luke's clothes. They were a little too big on him, but it was the most adorable thing to Luke's eyes.
Spencer didn't seem to notice, but Luke was still staring at him, mouth slightly open. Tara cleared her throat, smiling when Luke broke away from the trance he was in, and said, "I'll leave you boys alone. Gotta take a shower."
Tara ruffled Spencer's hair on the way to the bathroom.
Luke had a sudden urge to play with Spencer's hair but pushed the thought away.
Instead, he grabbed the remote from his couch and said, "Wanna watch Star Wars?"
"Of course!" Spencer exclaimed, going to the couch while Luke turned on the TV.
They were less than halfway through an episode when Tara got out of the bathroom.
"Star Wars?" Tara asked as she got out of Luke's room. "Count me in."
"You like Star Wars?"
"Dr. Reid, you underestimate how much of a nerd I am," She joked, and Spencer chuckled at that.
Luke had his arm set on top of the couch, and when Reid leaned back in his seat, Luke wrapped his arm around his shoulder.
Soon Spencer fell asleep in Luke's arms, and Tara watched this unravel with a giant smile on her face.
"How long have I been asleep for?" Spencer asked as he woke up.
"Not long. Only ten minutes. You guys need to sleep. Your hangovers will end quicker."
"It's only 9 AM," Tara protested.
"I know. I've been up since 5, so I might take a nap right now. You guys should too." Luke said. "I can sleep here on the couch. You guys take my bed."
They began to protest, but Luke shut them down. "Come on, kids, go to your room." He joked.
Tara and Spencer couldn't help but laugh at that. That's when they budged and made their way to Luke's room. The mattress was the softest they ever had. Tara must've been on Roxy's spot because when she laid down, she smelled her on the sheets.
"No offense, Roxy." She said as she made a face. Roxy jumped up on the bed and positioned herself in between Spencer and Tara under the covers. "Alright, you can stay. You're too cute to say no to."
Spencer pet her while Tara looked at him. "You know, I shouldn't be here."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean that Luke should be here with you. I should be giving you guys privacy."
"We're not doing this again." He sighed, moving to face the opposite direction.
Tara sighed. "You have to stop ignoring it someday, Spence."
Spencer was snoring now. She could tell that he was awake by how exaggerated his snores were. "Ok, ok, I'll take a hint. Goodnight. Let's hope that sleep helps ease the wrath of those grapes."
Spencer chuckled at that. "Let's hope. Goodnight."
"A hangover is the wrath of grapes." -Dorothy Parker
I've been studying for finals, so I'm sorry this chapter is so late and crappy. I really love Tara and Spencer's friendship, so I decided to write more of them. I hope you guys like it.
