Spencer Wilde

Student | 21 

[lexaortiz]

“Is someone there? It’s seriously not funny to sneak up on a girl in the dark.”

[fearthewilde-blog]

Spencer jumped at the voice, quickly bringing a hand to her chest. “Jesus, Lexa.” She half-whispered, trying to slow her own heart rate. “orry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” She muttered, even though she had been frightened herself. If Spencer Wilde excelled at anything in life, it was issuing apologies. “I didn’t know anyone else was here.” 

[blakegreerr]

Blake lifted the large blanket up over her head, letting it fall peacefully to the ground. Smoothing out the edges before climbing on top, The brunette tugged on the large hand woven picnic basket she had bought somewhere in Australia years ago. Given that she was so infatuated with flowers and nature, it was one of the best purchases she had ever made. “Do you want to eat now and look around later, or look around now and eat after?” She asked, looking over her shoulder at the beautiful blue haired girl next to her, a small smile forming on her lips. She wasn’t sure how she had gotten so lucky. Spencer stumbling into her life at the exact moment her and Jasmin’s relationship combust. Spencer for whatever reason, giving her a second chance. Their time spent together in Australia had been so lovely, Blake had to force herself to come home. Introducing Spencer to her entire family, bringing her to her childhood home, and most importantly, to have dinner with her grandmother. It was something Blake had never done with anyone else. “Have I forgotten to tell you today how lucky I am to have someone in my life that makes everyday feel like a blessing?” Blake questioned, leaning over to place a few brief kisses along the girl’s shoulder and up her neck. @fearthewilde

[fearthewilde-blog]

If anyone had told Spencer Wilde a year ago that this is where she would be, she would’ve happily told them they were insane. Even two months ago, she would’ve called their mental well being into question. But here she was - in a field with Blake Greer, surrounded by flowers and the open air. As if to further snap her back into reality, the dark haired girl spoke. Spencer felt that familiar smile tugging at the corner of her lips as she reached out and took the girl’s hand. "If we start looking now, I’m not going to stop until I’ve dragged you halfway through the forest.” She took a  moment to enjoy the way Blake’s fingers felt laced with hers. The feeling of guilt that had danced around the edges of her mind during their day at the pier had faded. It had been a gradual dimming - so slow that she hadn’t noticed until the feeling was gone. It had always been a challenge for Spencer. She couldn’t never get out of her own head - second guessing every feeling, every word, every action. The only person who had ever been able to pull her out of it was Blake. When she was with Blake, she could fall away from herself and become immersed in someone else. And somewhere, across the the world with this girl, she had stopped expecting it to all come crashing down.

Spencer felt her smile return as the words left her. As Blake’s lips trailed along her neck, she involuntarily tilted back her head to allow the girl access. She let the moment linger before she turned toward her, brushing a strand of Blake’s hair behind her ear as she shook her head. “I’m the lucky one here. Thank you for letting me take you out to the middle of nowhere today.” She tried her best to fight off a shy smile as her hand gently lingered on her check. “And. You know. For being you.”

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blakegreerr 

“Okay, maybe I am.” She rolled her eyes. “Oh come on, everybody hates the dentist, you’ll bruise my ego if you say you’d rather go to the dentist than spend time with me.” Blake teased, seeing Spencer inch forward again made her heart pick up in rhythm, her hands beginning to tremble just the slightest. It felt like ages since the two had been this close, and she was no realizing how much her body had seemed to miss it. Her face turned a shade darker when Spencer began laughing at the memory of her first meeting. “Listen, I had never been so nervous around someone before. Jasmin pursued me, I had never had to pursue anyone before.” She shook her head, running her fingers through her hair as a nervous habit. “I couldn’t believe you even agreed to see me again let alone go on a date with me. I’m glad I could make it somewhat interesting.” She nodded silently, letting Spencer know that she too wished those days had never ended. Back when things were simply. Blake’s eyes stayed so focused on Spencer’s lips, her head about to lean in when the man conducting the ride called for them to enter. The brunette moved away quickly, feeling like an idiot for a break second before she tugged Spencer along to get on the ride. “After this, we should go on the ferris wheel.” The words spilled from her lips before she could even remember that she was afraid of heights. She had one thing on her mind, and it sure as hell wasn’t her fear.

Spencer grinned, and almost continued teasing the girl. What came out of her mouth was something more genuine, surprising even her. “There’s nowhere else I’d rather be, you know.” She said with an easy smile. The words came easy. She was going to blame that damn blush - there was no one in the world who did embarrassed more adorably than Blake Greer. She grinned, that playfulness returning for a brief second. “Well how else was I going to learn about the flexor... carpi... something?” She dug deep into her lessons in biology, and clearly didn’t get very far. She looked over at Blake trying not to laugh at her own absolute deficit of knowledge on the subject. 

The blue haired girl had a brief moment to feel both grateful and bitter toward the ride attendant. She was close to the courage - or the weakness - to do something she’d missed terribly, timing be damned. Of course, Spencer probably wouldn’t have actually built up to that level bravery, as much as all of this did feel right. Like it was exactly the way it was supposed to be, for a rare moment in time, even when it should all feel wrong. Blake could’ve asked her to jump out of a plane in that second and Spencer wouldn’t have even bothered to ask about parachutes. She nodded. “Ferris wheel sounds perfect.” She said, managing to just barely break herself out of it. She hadn’t even given enough thought to the ride to hear the screams, or give way to her own fear of hurdling toward the ground at sixty miles per hour.

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alexxfreitas

Alex shook their head with a chuckle. The girl’s antics were certainly amusing. “Still only leads to disappointment,” they offhandedly said. They weren’t a pessimistic. On the contrary, they were a realist with low standards. Somehow that made total sense to them. “Definitely not, dude. I sure as hell wouldn’t have offered,” they gave, not one to sugar coat things.

“Feel free to, doubt it’s anything original,” they said, not sure if they had made that up– or they’d heard it before. It was hard to tell sometimes. They hadn’t quite anticipated that reply. It seemed they were in the same boat as their seemingly bereft stranger– company? “Shit, that’s a bummer. I feel that on a spiritual level.” Aimlessly, they began picking at the strings of their guitar. Just a few chords were played really. “It’s always those married ones that seem to be creeping,” Alex bitterly scoffed, mentally kicking themselves for having been so stupid. “Wow, fuck that was an overshare and unnecessary. I usually don’t say shit like that to random people.” Or anyone really.

“Doesn’t it all?” She asked, but her tone held no bitterness. Spencer wasn’t quite sure where she stood. A pessimist clinging to every silver lining like a lifeline? An optimist constantly bracing for everything to crumble down around her? Both rang true for the blue-haired girl this week. She idly dragged her fingers through the sand as she regarded them.

At the next comment, she raised an eyebrow. “I know that one a little too well. Life’s friendly reminder that you’re never quite good enough. Even if you are, it’s the wrong place and the wrong time. Or maybe you’re just the wrong person.” She pulled her knees to her chest, realizing she, too, was putting far too much information out to a near stranger. It was a wound she thought had long ago healed, but had recently proven to have only been bandaged - and poorly, at that. All it took was one quick pull from the right person and she was a bleeding heart all over again. “Fuck, I’m sorry. You didn’t ask for that.” She looked down, brushing the sand off her hand before looking back over at them with a soft smile. “Spencer Wilde. I don’t mind the overshare if you don’t.”

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blakegreerr

“A new car? What do you think I am, made of money?” Blake teased. She was in fact made of money. Between all the large sums of money she had won in her childhood for merely being a genius, to the small fortune her parents deposited into her checking account every month. That was what she had loved about Spencer so much, she didn’t care about the money at all, she didn’t allow Blake to buy her things, no matter what the cost. Sometimes it could get annoying, but other times, she appreciated it. Seeing the blush return to Spencer’s face caused her own cheeks to grow hot, displaying a light shade of crimson. “Do I have you at a loss for words?” She mused, smirking a bit despite the fact that she was obviously just as smitten. “I’m glad you love it, because I seem to do it a lot around you. Remember when we first met? I had such a crush on you, I kept rambling on about evolution and how if you place your arm on a flat surface and lean your palm upwards a bit you can see your Palmaris Longus and not everyone has that because it serves no function for humans anymore, but it does for other small mammals that spend most of their time in trees and you had to pretend you knew what the hell I was talking about.” Blake covered her face with her free hands. “I’m such a dork.” She complained, wondering why she had to ramble on about stupid things when she was nervous. It was such an awful habit. “Answering the door was too much work. I never wanted to leave your embrace. I never wanted to leavethose lips.” She whispered her eyes quickly darting to stare longingly at Spencer’s lips.

She faked surprise. “Aren’t you?” She looked at her wrist, pretending to check the time. “You know, I’ve really got somewhere to be. Dentist appointment.”  Of course, the blue-haired girl didn’t make any effort to moe away. If anything, she was leaning just a bit closer to Blake., despite her own conscious efforts not to get too-too close. “Shhh.” The blue haired girl said, refusing to acknowledge that she was constantly rendered speechless by this girl. 

Spencer laughed as Blake rehashed her biological lecture. She covered her mouth, trying to contain it. “I don’t think I’d ever been so confused in my life. Here comes this beautiful girl and she immediately gives me a science lesson. I’ve never heard anyone make Palmaris Longus sound interesting before that day.”

Spencer opened her mouth to speak, but closed it quickly and settled for a smile. Just today, the words echoed. Any hopes beyond that were dangerous. At the word ‘lips’, her eyes were immediately on Blake’s own. “I used to wish those days would never end.” She kept speaking, if only to stop herself from doing something else. “Just freeze time right there. But the harder I wished for it to slow down... the fast it seemed to go.” She was almost rambling now, and she allowed herself to trail off, eyes still lingering.

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alexxfreitas

Alex gave a fine grin, trying to appeared unfazed by the compliment. All the while, they were practically illuminating with pure elation internally. “Hey, now lower your expectations. I’m just a tattoo artist, trust me– it’s not much better than this,” they retorted, biting back a modest smile. Feeling the light breeze wash over them, they dug their toes in the sand. “You can sit down if you want, unless you had something to do.” They shrugged, downplaying their invitation.

Toying with the pick in their mouth, Alex quirked a brow. A soft chuckle fell from their lips until the attention was returned. Since arriving at pride, they hadn’t put much thought in their reason for being there. They’d just tossed it up to a week of partying. “I fit somewhere under the letter Q,” they mused, still not entirely sure of their true fit. “But I don’t know why I’m even here. Pride is just a reason to run into people you don’t want to.” Blake and Layla both came to mind immediately.

She laughed. “I”ll lower them, if you insist.” She said, holding her fingers up and slightly apart. “But only by about this much.” She said, closing the gap between her thumb and forefinger just a little. At the offer, she did as she was told. “You sure you don’t mind the company?” She asked, despite the fact that she’d already taken a seat. That was Spencer’s nature, though - always give someone an exit, don’t impose. The cold sand sent a chill up her spine as she pulled her knees to her chest, looking over at them.

Spencer offered a smile and a small nod. “That’s a good way to put it. I might borrow that.” She thought about her own reason for coming to pride, because the truth of it was, there had only been one. And she had a feeling it would leave her in quite the state of disrepair when it all fell apart. “Guess that explains what were both doing down here. Its safer than up there. You never know who’s creeping around up there.” She said with a gentle but playful smile, nodding in the general direction of the festivities.

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blakegreerr

Blake shook her head, laughing along with the other girl. “I think the most I got you when we were dating was an absurd amount of flowers and lame CD’s.” She could remember all of the time she spent collecting songs she could cling to that reminded her of Spencer, it had made it hard to listen to any of them at all after they had broken up. “I still have all of the ones you made for me, and the collection of flowers being pressed in books on my bookshelf.” She admitted, not sure how Spencer would take that. It was true though. She had never had the heart to throw them out, and she wasn’t entirely sure what that meant. “Don’t worry, you still have the same effect on me too. If you couldn’t tell by my sweaty palms and need to never shut up because I feel like if I don’t ramble you might get bored and walk away.” Blake had truly never understood how someone as fascinating and free-spirited at Spencer could like her. Feeling the sudden kiss on her cheek caused Blake’s face to turn a deep red color, immediately turning away to keep what was left of her pride. “I do.” Blake responded, her mind instantly taking her back to the feel of cotton sheets on a cool autumn morning, Spencer wrapped tightly in her arms. The sullen tune of Lana filling the room along with whispered I love you’s and the sound of kissing. “Sunday’s were the best days.” Blake admitted, finally turning to face the girl before her now that the color of her cheeks had returned to normal. “The only time we did leave the bed was to get food, and more than half the time that just entailed answering the door when the take out got there.” She smiled warmly, looking down at the girl she had once held so dearly.

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“Yeah, you really needed to step it up. I could’ve really used a new car. Some jewelry.” She said, even putting on her best Valley Girl accent. She wasn’t able to hold back her smile. “But I guess flowers and CDs are okay too.” She had loved them, of course. And in a true testament to her restraint, she’d kept them, even when she was sure her heart would break just by being in her apartment, where everything reminded her of Blake. Hearing that Blake had kept hers too made Spencer smile. And to her own embarrassment, it brought back that same damn blush. “Yeah?” Was all the girl could manage. Quite the master of words the petite blue haired girl was showing herself to be today.

“I love your rambling.” She admitted. “But I like your silences a whole lot too. It never feels empty with you, you know?” The moment she turned away, Spencer realized how very much in trouble she was. She was swept up in Blake completely, again. And this time, she was prepared for it to come crashing down. Not today, she pushed. Enjoy it, even it might be fleeting. Every song ends. She smiled, remembering the days fondly. They had been a lazy Sunday morning couple indeed, tangled in the sheets and each other, nothing but the autumn air and the music surrounding them. She laughed. “Even answering the door seemed like too much. I didn’t want to risk letting the real world sneak in.” 

[fearthewilde-blog]

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This little ray of sunshine.  @blakegreerr

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[blakegreerr]

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When you take her to the pier and buy her cotton candy. @fearthewilde

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[fearthewilde-blog]

♢ for Blake

I Will Be There - Odessa

Hold You In My Arms - Ray Lamontagne

Outcast - Mainland

Re:Stacks - Bon Iver

Ends of the Earth - Lord Huron

Dreamer - Isbells

First Day of My Life - Bright Eyes

Like Real People Do - Hozier

A Thousand Years - Christina Perry

[blakegreerr]

♢ (for Spencer because I'm cruel, love me anyway)

Almost Home - Alex and Sierra

Flaws - Bastille

Nothing Like Us- Justin Bieber

God Damn You’re Beautiful - Chester See

Make You Feel My Love - Adele

She’s Everything - Brad Paisley

Tenerife Sea - Ed Sheeran

This Love - Taylor Swift

You Save Me - Kenny Chesney

Born To Die - Lana Del Rey

Summertime Sadness - Lana Del Rey

Blue Jeans -  Lana Del Rey

Old Money - Lana Del Rey

[fearthewilde-blog]

blakegreerr

Blake shook her head, as if severely disappointed. “All this time I thought you were talking to me because you liked me, and now I find out it’s just for inanimate objects.” She teased, already feeling more relaxed now that she was with Spencer, an effect the girl had always had on her. “Oh so true, I should have known it was my toned throwing arms that made you choose me as your suitor.” Blake quipped, giving Spencer’s hand a light squeeze. It felt natural to be holding hands with her, walking around and teasing each other. The blush coating Spencer’s cheeks definitely didn’t go unnoticed, causing a smirk to appear on Blake’s face. “You’re even cuter when you blush.” She commented, quirking her brows a bit. She shrugged off the compliment in return, knowing Spencer was trying to shift the attention off of herself, something she always did, but Blake wasn’t going to allow it now. Her eyes darted to the ride that Spencer had pointed to, looking up at it’s height. “Alright, onwards we go.” She lead the way through the crowd, holding tightly onto Spencer’s hand to make sure they wouldn’t get separated. Shaking her head a bit, she let out a small chuckle. “I won’t laugh at you if you scream, I’ll probably scream along with you, so don’t worry. We’ll look like idiots together- we’re good at that.” Finally falling into line for the ride Blake looked down at their hands. She realized now that they were walking she could release it, but she didn’t want to, and so she didn’t. “I was listening to some old school Lana last night, preparing myself for the concert and such, made me think of you.” Blake commented nonchalantly as she shifted her gaze upwards to once again take in the enormous ride. She had often listened to Lana Del Rey’s songs when she was with Spencer, their vibes and lyrics reminded her fondly of the girl before her.

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She shook her head. “I  mean, don’t get me wrong, I learned to like you. After you gave me a lot of stuff.” She offered a wry grin. Of course, that had never been the relationship they had. They had been the type who made each other mix tapes and picked wild flowers, and for Spencer, it was perfect. She laughed and creased her brow in mock confusion. “How does everyone else pick their suitors?” She laughed. She looked down, trying to conceal her smile. “It’s not fair that you still have this effect on me, by the way.” She risked a glance up, her yes meeting Blake’s. It was enough to widen the girl’s smile as she stood on tiptoe and kissed her cheek. 

“I’m holding you to that.” She said, eyes trailing back to the ride as they made their way through the crowd. She was glad for Blake’s hand in hers, leading them confidently through. And, despite herself, even more glad that her hand didn’t let go when they were still. She smiled, looking back up at her. It was almost enough to make her tear her gaze away again. Spencer had a weakness for eyes. And Blake’s were like spring, bright green and full of hope, pushing through a long, ice blue winter. “It’s going to be amazing. My first album is almost scratched to pieces because I’ve listened to it so much.” Because it reminded me of you. But she kept that part to herself, even if Blake had shared it. She was sure the other girl knew. “Remember the lazy Sunday mornings in bed listening to that record? Swearing we would never leave the bed, no matter what happened.” She gave a soft laugh. 

[fearthewilde-blog]

alexxfreitas

Alex furrowed their brows, uncertain as to whether they should believe the other or not. “Oh, you’re not intruding. I just didn’t think anyone would be down here,” they shrugged, placing the guitar pick between their lips. “Thanks… I was just messing around. It wasn’t anything too great.” With the day they’d had, this seemed to be the most responsible outcome– just strumming whatever came to mind by the ocean. It was that or get loaded. “Are you here for pride or…” they trailed off, not an expert at ‘making’ conversation nor wanting to make assumptions.

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She offered them a slight smile. “I think we had the same idea.” She let her eyes drift back to the ocean, admittedly missing the warm sound of the instrument against the clash of the waves against the shore. “If that was just messing around, I’d pay to hear what trying sounds like.” She smiled, turning her eyes back to them. Part of Spencer was bracing to be told she was intruding - after a lifetime of being considered a burden, she rarely knew how to handle her presence not being rejected. She had grown to wearily accept it over the last few years, but there was always the voice in the back of her head telling her to shrink back, let everyone have their space, don’t be in the way. Don’t be here at all. 

But it didn’t come. The fact that a conversation attempt followed almost visibly relaxed her. “Gay and proud.” She said with a playful smile. It wasn’t entirely true, Spencer had always considered it to be a little more complicated than that. But her opinions of the intricacy of human sexuality were far too deep a conversation to delve into with a stranger on a beach. “How about you?”

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blakegreerr

Blake couldn’t lie that the past week alone had seemingly changed her entire life. She was beginning to realize that she couldn’t constantly live for everyone else, she had to do her own thing, make herself happy. Her and Jasmin splitting and filing for divorce made her question almost everything, and now that she was standing on the outside looking in at the past few years of her life and could see how many mistakes she had made. How many times she had bit her tongue and stopped herself from doing something she wanted to do, just to make someone else happy, or just because it might hurt someone else’s feelings, and she had decided once and for all, she wasn’t going to live like that anymore. She was tired of being a good girl all the time, so sick of being the model student and citizen. She was going to start living for herself. Starting with sneaking off with Spencer. She didn’t care if she was newly single, didn’t care if the two had a history, didn’t care about whatever the hell was going on with her and Jasmin, tonight all she cared about was the pretty little blue-haired girl walking towards her. “A giant stuffed animal? Is that all I’m good for?” She asked, mustering up her best mock pout before cracking a smile. “You’re lucky I played sports a majority of my life, I’m bloody good at carnival games if I do say so myself.” Blake admitted, flicking her hair over her shoulder cockily. “You look beautiful tonight, by the way.” She commented before sliding her hand into Spencer’s so that they could begin walking together. “I say that as if you don’t look beautiful everyday though.” Spencer was exactly Blake’s type. Artsy and adorable. Truly, she was more Blake’s type than anyone else Blake had ever met. “What would you like to go on first?” She questioned, her Australian accent had seemingly been getting thicker lately, probably because Spencer made her nervous.

Spencer looked contemplative for a moment, as if she were considering what other use Blake could be to her, trying her very best to ignore the pout. She was weak to it. Ultimately, she gave a shrug of nonchalance and shook her head. “Yep, stuffed animals. That’s pretty much it.” She was betrayed when a bright smile cracked through her mock serious expression. She laughed. “Oh, I know. Why else do you think I picked you?” As if she had ever had a choice but to fall for the girl.  She felt color rush to her cheeks at the compliment. “Shhh.” She said with a small laugh. As if her nerves weren’t already alight, Blake took her hand. Such a small contact, such a big impact on the girl. She had decided that today, nothing else mattered. Not their past, not either of their situations. Tonight was just them. And if they wanted to have some innocent physical contact, dammit, they would. “Thank you. You’re always beautiful, you know.” It was impossible for her to merely accept a compliment, but she made a half effort.

The accent always brought a smile to her lips. Yet another thing she was weak against. She closed her eyes, pointing to a ride at random. “That one.” Unfortunately, what she picked was tall and rather... ominous looking. Immediately, a frown crossed her features. She chewed her lip and turned to Blake, putting on her best brave face. “You have to promise not to laugh at me if I scream.” She said, holding out her pinky. Spencer wasn’t afraid of roller coasters, exactly. But in the moment, plummeting to the ground held in by nothing but a fraying vinyl seatbelt always elicited absolute momentary terror from the girl, and she knew herself well enough to know that she would definitely be screaming.

[blakegreerr]

Blake looked around rather nervously, feeling like maybe she was being a bit ridiculous, she pulled out her phone, checking to see when Spencer had last texted her to say she was on her way. She had convinced Spencer to slip away with her to Santa Monica Pier a few days earlier than everyone else so that she could have some space. The past day or so was probably the roughest twenty-four hours that Blake had endured. Jasmin and her were over and she got belligerently drunk and made an ass of herself in front of both Madison and Spencer, which was something she didn’t really enjoy doing. The brunette let out a long breath, looking around yet again. Her and Spencer had agreed to meet her, Blake had said it was because she was already out, but really it was because she wanted to have fun tonight and not worry about anyone texting her because they had seen her leaving with Spencer. Upon finally spotting the blue-haired girl traveling through the crowd, she tucked her phone into her back pocket hoping not to have to look at it again tonight. “Hey, over here!” She called out, walking over to meet her. “I was beginning to think you were standing me up, you know.” She offered, with a small smile. @fearthewilde

[fearthewilde-blog]

The week had been a whirlwind for Spencer Wilde. She had felt so many things she hadn’t expected to feel again - at least, not for a very very long time. It was amazing how terribly unprepared she had been for the dip in her stomach, that almost childlike giddy excitement, she still got from seeing Blake. Another thing she was unready for was how quickly she had released most of her harbored and guarded resentment of the other girl. Maybe it was circumstance - maybe it was because life had been so unfair to Blake Greer, that she would do almost anything to see her smile again. Or maybe it was just because Spencer had never stopped being in love with that smile. No, not that. No way, she told herself.

It took her less than two minutes to agree to slip away with Blake and just enjoy themselves for what felt like the first time in a long time. In her rush, Spencer had left her phone on her counter after firing off the message that said she was on the way. And then gotten stuck in traffic. By the time she arrived, she was confident Blake would be long gone. If she’d ever come at all, that small voice insisted. But it was silenced the moment Spencer heard her voice ring out in the crowd. She couldn’t fight her smile. At the accusation, she wrinkled her nose with a grin. “Oh, I thought about it. But then who else would win me a giant stuffed animal?” She stuck out her tongue playfully. 

[maddisonxmontgomery-blog]

“Having to work while hungover sucks when you have to have seventy cupcakes ready and shop for some things for a dessert table for a party by Friday morning. I need to make a coffee run soon.”

[fearthewilde-blog]

She grimaced at the idea alone. “Jesus, 70?” The girl had never been hungover herself, but she’d seen it enough. “I can offer a trade, if you’d like. One coffee and two advil in exchange for one cupcake?”

[alexxfreitas]

The sound of ‘pride’ echoed in the distance. Alex though, they needed a moment to themselves. That’s exactly why they found themselves strumming a few chords on the beach. Soft melodies were hummed but nothing actually came of it. They were lost in their reverie until they spotted the other. “Oh, uh… let me put this away,” they awkwardly quipped, but made no real efforts to move.

[fearthewilde-blog]

Spencer didn’t mean to stare. She didn’t even notice how intently she was focusing on them until she heard a soft hum escape her own lips with the melody. She was pulled from her trance and caught in the same moment. “Oh, no. Please don’t. I didn’t mean to intrude or anything.” She paused, lips pulling into a polite smile. “It was really beautiful.”