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(Written back in September? 2024)

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Spencer's pov
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Tossing and turning the entire night as I tried to sleep. Eventually falling asleep, exhausted from crying, from emotions.
My body desperately wanted to sleep more, never to wake again.
But eventually I had to wake up. And my mother was causing a lot of noise in the kitchen as she cleaned up something.

Tears had stained my pillow, my hair had knotted, my body ached. It was already almost noon.

Dragging myself out of bed, dizzy as I stood up. Making my way to the kitchen, my mouth was so dry and my nose was stuffy.

"Spencer." My mom said surprised, sitting at the counter working on her laptop.

Giving her a little nod then grabbing a bottle of water. Gulping it down.

"Are you hungry? I'll make you some breakfast, honey." She said sweetly.

"Yeah." I mumbled, my throat sore.

"Okay." She said with a concerned look. Getting up and looking at me. Gently putting her hands on my face, making me look her in the eyes.

"Are you okay, honey? What's going on?" She asked.

"I'm tired. Can you just make me something to eat?" I said tiredly, trying not to sound rude.

"Yeah." She said, rubbing my arm.
"Why don't you just get comfortable on the couch." Giving me a small smile.

Nodding, I walked over to the couch.
"You been working on your laptop?" I asked, seeing it sitting on the counter.

"Well... not real work. Just some writing. I got inspired." She shrugged.

"Mm." I mumbled, getting comfortable on the couch.

My mom wasn't to happy at her job, she used to love writing, but then life got- busy. I know she misses it.

Turning on my favorite new show, I'd been binge watching it, but now it's almost over.
Cuddling up with a blanket as I watched it.

"Okay. Breakfast is ready." My mom smiled. "Why don't you come sit at the counter?" Gesturing me to get up.

Pausing the show then getting up to sit at the counter with her.

"Thanks, ma." I mumbled, taking a bite.

"Your welcome, sweetie." She smiled, rubbing my back.

Glancing towards her laptop again. "You've been writing? Anything good?" I asked, forcing a small smile.

"Yeah... you wanna read it don't you?" She asked, her eyebrow raised.

"Mmm... maybe. Can I?" I pouted, tilting my head.

She sighed. "No. It's a surprise." She nudged me with her elbow.

Rolling my eyes. "How rude."

She rubbed my back, "What's been going on with you?" She asked worriedly.
"I can tell somethings wrong. So what is it?"

"Can we talk after I eat?" I said, staring down at my plate.

"Okay... I love you, sweetie." Rubbing my back again then getting on her laptop.
She quietly typed out a story, which I'm sure is already great.

After I finished eating I quickly turned away, running back to my room.

"Spencer! Wait!" My mom called out, following me.
"Honey!" She called out again, running after me, some how she managed to catch up, grabbing my arm.

"Sweetie... what's going on?" She asked, her face filled with concern.

Tears started streaming down my face, unable to stop them.
Her hands gently held my face, brushing away the tears.

"Baby..." She said saddened.
No longer being able to hold in my emotions, I lunged forward, tightly hugging her.
Crying hard, my legs giving in. We both collapsed onto the floor.

"Spencer... baby." She started to cry, rocking me back and forth. I usually hated being called 'baby' and being treated like one, but sometimes, you just need to be held. To be comforted.

"Ma-om." I coughed out while the cries continued.

She held me, rocking me for comfort.
"Why don't we go sit in your bed. Okay? It'll be more comfortable than the floor." She said, trying to lighten the mood.

"Okay." I mumbled, nodding. We walked over to my room, my vision clouded with tears.
This is so stupid. Why am I crying over a guy!
A straight guy!

My-

Keith.

Forcing the tears away, I focused. Taking a deep breath. "Mom... I-" Looking down at my hands as they fiddled together.

"I uh... I met this guy. We were just friends but then..." I sighed thinking about it. Squeezing my eyes shut so no more tears could run out.
"I really liked him and I thought he liked me back." My voice croaked.

"But yesterday in town... I saw him with a girl..." Tear ran out again, coughing as I tried to breath.
"He kissed her."

"He doesn't care about me. I was just- I didn't mean anything to him!" I cried, leaning onto my mom.

"Oh, baby..." She cried with me, rocking me, rubbing my back. Doing whatever she could to bring me comfort.

After some time, my eyes were red and puffy, my nose runny yet stuffy and my throat sore. It hurt to breath, it hurt to cry, it hurt-

I hurt.

"C- ahem. Can you get me some water?" I asked in a hoarse voice.

"Yeah." She rubbed my arm once more then got up.
I laid there on the end of my bed, curled up in a ball.

She came back with a cold bottle of water and some ibuprofen. "Here you go, honey." She said sweetly, ruffling my hair.

The cold water felt so good, I gulped it down quickly, but still wanted more.

"Do you want to watch a movie? We can watch one of your favorites. Whatever you want. And we can eat ice cream." She smiled.

A small smile appeared on my face. She tried her best for me.

"Aww, there's that beautiful smile I love!" She said happily, pinching my cheek.

We went back to the living room, getting comfy on the couch. Eating popcorn and ice cream, watching comfort movies, while snuggling in warm blankets.

It made me forget. It made me see the good.
After all, he's just a guy. Just another person. Time to move on.

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Time moved slowly, the clock tickling away. Yet, sleep never came. My body ached, finding no comfort in my bed. My mind was foggy, no real thoughts, just staring.

On the nightstand, the clock ticked, a glass of water sat, and my phone was there. Laying silently.

Quickly sitting up on my bed, I grabbed my phone. Looking for his contact.

His name at the top of our messages, the stupid emojis I put there. We hadn't talked in awhile...

Keith we need to talk...

Keith. I don't want-...

You need to explain why!...

I tried to think of the right thing to say, but nothing felt right. Staring at the screen, upset, confused... drained.

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{Spencer} Keith. I don't want to be around you anymore.
I deserve better.

-Message sent-

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Sending it felt good. But what will happened now?
Maybe I shouldn't have done this in the middle of the night.

Putting my phone down, gulping down some water.
Then, a sound.

A text message...

Slowly picking up my phone to look at it.
Keith.

I took a deep breath then read the message.

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{Keith} What? What is this about? I'm confused. And why are you up so late?

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{Spencer} Really? Your a horrible friend and I never want to be around you again.

{Keith} Wait, what!? What did I do? Spence, what's wrong? Did something bad happened?

Spence...

{Spencer} Don't call me that. Don't talk to me at all.
You suck. And I'm tired of being dragged around and hidden.

{Keith} Why do you say that? What did I do wrong? I don't understand.
I'm sorry you feel that way, I'm trying to figure out my own life. It's hard sometimes and I forget to talk to you, but that doesn't make me a bad friend. Does it?

{Spencer} You don't even know what you did? Pathetic.

{Keith} Please stop saying that. I've been thinking about you to the point I can't sleep, then I saw your message and got so excited. I didn't know you felt this way.
Whatever happened I'll try to help. Whatever I did to upset you, I'll fix it. I promise 🤞🏻

{Spencer} Right... I thought you liked me more than just a 'friend' turns out I was wrong.

{Keith} Your very important to me Spencer. I care about you so much and I like being around you.
I've really missed you.

{Spencer} Oh shut it. Like you even care. Just go back to your other 'friend'.

{Keith} I do care about you!
What friend? You, Cole and Peter are my only friends.

{Spencer} Your girlfriend. You know. The girl you were kissing in the street. Or have you already left her too?

{Keith} What!? No, no, no! Spencer you've got the wrong idea here. It's not what it looks like. I don't even like her! I barely know her at all!

{Spencer} Just like you barely like or know me. Just... leave me alone Keith. Goodbye.

{Keith} Spencer wait! Just let me explain okay?
My parents the-

-message not sent-

-user has blocked your messages-

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I blocked him, turning my phone off and putting it down. Facing away, I curled up in bed and went to sleep.

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