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Vince was very concerned, and he was not one to get concerned at all. His theory was Hakuna Matata.
Then his daughter came and that theory was blown out of the water. She scared him. She scared him with her big blue eyes, and small features.
Her smile, her crying.
Spencer always took care of her; Spencer always took care of everything. It'd always been like that though.
Vince had never seen his cousin so...weak.
He was drunk. Spencer drunk alcohol, but never to an access. He didn't like being caught unaware, doing things and saying things he meant to keep a secret.
For good reason.
But here he was, his words slurred. Vince couldn't understand it. He had only know the woman for a couple months and most of that she spent not talking to him.
But he seemed so distraught and out of sorts.
He kept saying he wanted things to go back.
Vince had kept an eye on Spencer all day, he kept trying to leave.
“I juss wanna talk to her.”
“No. You're drunk. You don't wanna talk to her right now.”
“You're right. I wanna kiss her. But I can't...life succckkss Vince.”
Vince flinched. He was unaccustomed to responsibility.
Vince sighed. He sat down with Spencer all night. By the time it was three in the morning Vince had fell off to sleep, his atm around his cousin.
Spencer was wide awake.
Unable to sit still he careful slipped out of Vince's grasp, and put a blanket over him..
“Thank you for taking care of me cousin.”
He smiled briefly. He fell asleep with his glasses on again. Spencer always told him take his glasses off before he slept.
Removing the from his face, Spencer set them down on the coffee table and snuck out.
He went to her door and knocked. Knocked. And Knocked some mo
Eventually he woke Bailey up, who came to the door full of wrath.
“What the fu—Spencer?”
“Hi Treasure,” He smiled.
Bailey frowned. “It's three in the morning.”
“I know. But I had to talk to you, can I?”
Bailey hesitated. He was obviously drunk, and he was very strong much stronger than her. If he wanted to do something to her, he could.
But, the sad look in his eye made her agree.
That and she didn't want to keep standing at the door.
He followed her into the apartment.
“What do you want Spencer?”
Wordlessly he dropped to his knees in front of her. She stared in horror as his arms wrapped around her waist.
“Take me back. I want to be yours again.”
“You were never mine.”
“Yes I was,” He proteseted. “I was you your friend, and your protector and your comforter and I'm nothing to you.”
“I need to be something to you. Even being your enemy is better than you seeing right through me.”
Bailey didn't know what to say.
“I will do whatever you want to prove my sincerity. Anything.”
“Leave.”
,He tightened his grip. “Let me clarify, anything but that.”
Bailey was tired. She never had problems like this.
“Spencer, let me go.”
“I need you.”
“You don't know me.”
“I know it's killing me. I wanted to know you the moment I saw you.”
“Just give me a chance please? I'm a fuckup, I'm going f**k up I can't help it but I will always want to know you.”
Spencer sighed, enjoying her warmth.
“Let's just,” Bailey looked at the grown, heavy tattooed man holding onto her like a two year old.
She started walking backwards and he moved with her. It was a comical sight. She shuffled back to the couch and sat down.
She was tired. Spencer rested his head on her lap.
“Spemcwr get up and sit beside me.”
He did. He got up, sat on the couch and then laid out with his head on her lap.
He grinned boyishly.
She grinned back.
“It shouldn't be this serious to you, Spencer.”
“Maybe not. But it is. I can't function being a stranger to you.”
“If I say we're friends will stop holding onto me?”
He shook his head.
“Spencer,” She groaned.
He refused snuggling into her lap. Heat warned her insides.
“At least stop doing that,” She mumbled.
Spencer's eyes closed as he enjoyed the warmth of her. Of her attention.
He'd regret this when he was sober but he wasn't. Not yet.
“I'm so glad you're almost back to your normal size.”
Bailey quirked her brow curiously.
“You like it when I'm my normal size.”
“Of course. You're not made to skinny and I like it that way. You eat more.”
“So what you're saying is—”
“Not skinny is not fat. Your body was made to be a twig. I'm kinda confused as to why you don't like that.”
“Yeah but you don't like me like that.”
Spencer went quiet. “Who said I didn't.”
Bailey wanted to ask more questions, but she didn't want to take advantage of his intoxication.
“Alright, well...I forgive you and everything is back to normal. You're my friend and I'm your Treasure.”
Spencer smiled. “Yes you are.”
“So can you let go of me now?”
Spencer shook his head. He still had some awareness. He wasn't as drunk as seemed. But he couldn't pass up the chance.
“Let me sleep with you.”
“Excuse me?”
“Sleep. As in sleep. Next to you.”
“I don't think that's a—”
“Please?”
Bailey looked down, searching his face.
“This is very unsafe and stupid.”
“I'm your friend. You're my Treasure. I don't hurt my Treasure.”
And because she could tell he actually meant and she knew he wouldn't leave her alone she agreed.
“Fine. Fine. You're so irritating!”
Spencer smiled cheekily.
“C'mom you big baby.”
He grasped her hand, and let her lead him to her bedroom. To her bed. Then she got under her covers. He got on the other side.
He three his arm over her waist making her feel warm.
“Don't do this with anyone else.”
“I didn't even want to do with you.”
“Ya love me!”
Bailey's cheeks warmed.
“Go to sleep Spencer.”
He pulled her closer and slept.
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