i did it my way

Spencer Ferdinand | 21 | Straight | Unemployed Reincarnation of: Sid Vicious This is a RP account, only.

[moonlight-hayes]

One At A Time - Emily, Spencer & Christian

[moreauemily]

Emily had been playing with Sidney in his room while the meeting was happening, She held her little boy in her arms as she tried not to overhear anything. If she was needed she’d be called. In the meantime, she was just going to keep her son busy, who continued to look up at her with big blue eyes that mirrored his parents own ones. She had made a spot for them on the floor as she continued to look at the boy. He really was the best thing she had ever done and while she had only just given birth to him, she already wanted a house full of kids like Sidney.  

When the door opened, Emily looked up to see Spencer in the doorway. She wasn’t sure what could be happening, but it really seemed like she was needed. ” Okay,” she replied as her eyes looked over his face to see if there was any tell on it about why she was suddenly needed back in the room with the brothers. Emily had considered herself good in figuring out what Spencer was thinking, but in this case her mind came up blank. As soon as he left the room, she kept her son in her arms and readjusted him so he’d be safe when she stood back up and headed back out into the hall following Spencer into the hall ” What’s going on?” She asked bouncing her son in her arms as she looked at his face.  

[spencerferdinand-blog]

A small smile broke on his lips, which let up on the grinding of his back teeth that he hadn't even realized before. He was glad that Emily was so quick to agree to be with him. That was one of the main reasons he loved her so much. She was always there for him. He started out of the room, but her question stopped him before he could return to his brother, who he'd left alone without thought. He turned back around to face her. "Nothing," he said. Spencer was unsure of how to answer her, because there really was nothing going on. That was why he needed her. He was too overwhelmed with what was going on to be without his main support. 

He took a step in her direction and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling their son between them. He dropped his head to her shoulder and let his eyes wander over Sidney's face. He took a deep breath, bringing one hand up to rest on her hip, which he then squeezed. He lifted his head and pressed his lips against her neck, before stepping away from her. He kept one arm around her waist, though, as he led them all back into the room where he had left Christian. He took his seat, again, on the couch next to the younger boy. With Emily there, he felt more comfortable. He eased up around Christian, and found himself enjoying his little brother's company. It was then that he realized, adding Christian to his family was a good thing, and that was something he had an easier time dealing with.

[havodadlegolas]

[moonlight-hayes]

Christian, Emily & Spencer - Christmas

[moreauemily]

Emily thought it was really amazing that Christian had played the music. She was someone who loved music since the day she was born, but didn’t know how to play anything. She admired anyone with a skill like that regardless of age. ” I think that’s awesome, Christian,” Emily replied before nodding her head about Sidney liking the music. She knew the music had an impact on a baby even in the smallest capacity and she liked that her son had something that was created by his uncle. 

The present she had given Christian was from everyone. She usually did a lot of work finding a gift, but never felt right saying anything was just from her. She was relieved when Christian liked the CD’s though. ” I think they’re pretty cool” Emily replied. She wasn’t a huge fan of The Who, but she knew they were good. They just weren’t her sound. However she preferred buying older music as opposed to current music. Clearly Nancy was at work here, so Emily didn’t fight it. 

She was just happy that he liked his gift. It was hard to shop for a teenage boy and Emily was grateful that this wasn’t a complete bust. She was glad to see that thing’s started to really feel like a family in her life. It wasn’t always this nice and Emily knew not to take a good thing for granted. 

[moonlight-hayes]

Christian held the CDs tightly in his hand. There was admiration and delight on his face as he occasionally brought the cases into his view. He realized though that he had been quiet for some time, even after everyone else had spoken. All he really wanted to do was go home and listen to music in his room but he couldn’t just bail on his family, it was Christmas. 

"Is that everything?" He asked, sincerely, Christian wasn’t trying to be greedy but he was eager to move on in order to avoid more silence. Plus, he was kind of hungry. Christian didn’t want to ask when food was going to be served because it’d be rude but he hoped that it’d be soon. "I didn’t bring anything else." He admitted, suggesting that he was done with gift giving. 

"I wasn’t really sure who all would be here."

[spencerferdinand-blog]

Spencer looked around the room. This Christmas had been entirely unlike anything other that he'd ever had. Holidays only started getting good for him when Emily came into his life; she was the first person to make them special for him. Over time, holidays built. When he and Sam met, his best friend joined their small family. Now, though, it was like a real, big celebration that Spencer had seen on TV before. Sidney was there, and sharing this whole thing with him had been the best. Even though he didn't seem to understand what was going on - he was young - Spencer enjoyed the fact that gifts were focused on the baby.

His brother's voice caught his attention. Spencer was happy that the family was rounded out with the newest members. As he was not in charge of Christmas, or gifts, he didn't know the answer to his younger brother's question, so he shrugged. He thought about who should have been there and was sad for a moment that Sam wasn't around for the uncommon gathering. He would have liked to share this with his best friend. He pushed the thought from his mind, though, and looked over to Emily, who would actually know what to say to Christian. 

[starrynight001]

[moonlight-hayes]

One At A Time - Emily, Spencer & Christian

[moonlight-hayes]

Christian tilted his head down as he thought about Spencer’s remark. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to know about his brother’s life as a teenager. It didn’t seem to matter much now. They had missed out on spending their past together and he didn’t want to waste time focusing on time he’d never get back. Besides, he thought it might be inappropriate if he asked him what life was like for him when he was the same age. They were related but they weren’t close. After a brief silence he responded, “Oh, that’s what everyone tells me.” The topic didn’t come up often but most people were positive about turning sixteen, even if being a teenager was admittedly difficult. “I’m kind of looking forward to driving, I guess.” His window to learn how to drive, and be allowed behind the wheel, was closing each day but he was still hopeful that he’d get to experience that freedom for a small while at the very least. “Learning to drive, anyway.”

"Wow, okay, cool." Once he started to think about it a it more, the easier it became to grasp that he was an uncle. His family was just bigger than he expected but it wasn’t something to complain about. It reminded him though that he still needed to tell Spencer that they had a sister. Christian gulped, and that his nephew might go blind. He didn’t say anything for awhile, just played with the fabric of his jeans as he tried to gather his thoughts. "So, I’m an uncle then." His focus was blurry as he looked up at Spencer, "I didn’t think that you might have kids. Makes me wonder if I have more nieces or nephews." He remained still, his eyes locked on Spencer even though he could hardly see him, "We have a sister, you know. I guess maybe you don’t know. But we do. I haven’t met her yet. I haven’t found her." Christian realized he was rambling, "Sorry." He sighed, "Maybe we could look for her together, if you’d like."

[spencerferdinand-blog]

"Yeah, driving is cool," Spencer said, thinking out loud more so than responding to his brother. Sam had been the one to teach Spencer, though it was quite a while after he was of age to learn. When he turned sixteen, there was no one in his life willing to spend the time with him behind a wheel. Not to mention, very few people in Spencer's life had cars. His mom's boyfriends were her main source of transportation, and they rarely wanted him accompanying them whenever they took off. It wasn't until he met his best friend that anyone was patient enough with him for him to learn. He wondered who would teach Christian. He'd tried in the past to help Emily learn, but Spencer was not one to teach anything. He couldn't pay attention long enough, especially without getting annoyed. 

He wasn't completely sure of familial titles, but he called Sam Sidney's uncle, so he was pretty sure that the same would be true for his blood-brother. He nodded in response, letting a quiet, "Yeah," slip from his mouth while he shrugged. Sidney had more family than Spencer ever had, and he was already glad that his son's life would be better than his. He hadn't thought about what Christian would have expected from him, but it seemed fair for the teenager not to be expecting a baby. Spencer and Emily were relatively young, and they got enough shit for it from people in Renata. Not that Christian was giving him shit, he didn't think, but he could understand where his brother was coming from. Still, he was ecstatic to have Sidney in his life and, despite their age, Emily and Spencer were more in love with their family than a lot of others in the small town that they lived in.

Spencer hadn't known, at all, of any sister, and the news took him by surprise. A surprise brother was a lot to deal with, already, but too much secret family was becoming overwhelming. It had taken him too long to get comfortable with not having a family, and then making one for himself, to now be bombarded with countless siblings. He hoped Christian didn't have any more that he had yet to mention. He shook his head. He wasn't sure if he was saying no to finding the girl with Christian, or if he was just in denial of what was being said, but he didn't say anything right away. He didn't know what he wanted, really, so he resorted to what he was most familiar with. "I don't know," he answered, pushing himself off of the couch, doing his best to brush off the topic. "I'm going to check on Emily."

He left the room without another word, leaving his brother alone on the couch. He searched each room in the house until he found Emily and Sidney. "I need you," he said, simply, before turning back out of the doorway. She would know how to handle what Christian was saying.

[ianrph]

[tornapart-wilcox]

Sam felt relieved when he heard that everything was fine. “Oh, alright.” He offered up a small smile but he didn’t know what else to say. Sam watched his friend leave the room and continued to sit on his bed.

Spencer was the last person Olivia wanted to see. When he came out of the room she lazily watched him head towards the door. “Do you need help with something?” She asked, almost sincerely, after noticing that he wasn’t leaving, instead he was looking around. She didn’t want him to touch her clothes. 

The apartment had incredibly thin walls and even it didn’t, Sam’s bedroom door was still open so he could hear Olivia trying to talk to Spencer. He couldn’t help but cringe as her voice hit his ears. She was going to make problems for herself if she didn’t keep her mouth shut. Sam groaned, not wanting to get up, and pushed himself off his bed. He wrapped himself up in one of his sheets, at least enough to cover the important bits, and headed towards the living room.

"He’s just looking for his keys," Sam said, trying to interrupt them before anything else was done or said, "He’s got places to go, so…"

Olivia was in the middle of squishing her cigarette out when she noticed Sam standing at the end of the hall, “Oh, I see.” There was an odd pause as she stared at Sam. She wanted to tell him that she was going to be leaving soon too but she decided to wait until it was just the two of them. Olivia’s clothes were still in a pile in front of the door and Spencer was currently occupying the area, much to her disappointment. Sam seemed like decent guy, thought she hardly knew him, but she was over the night. She wasn’t having fun anymore.

[spencerferdinand-blog]

His eyes landed on the keys and Spencer's eyes widened in excitement. "Got 'em," he said, more to himself than to either of the other people in the room with him; he continued to pay no attention to the strange woman on the couch. He reached out and picked up his car keys before spinning around on his heel to face his best friend. He held up the keys in his hand and shook them. "I got 'em," he repeated, louder, for Sam to hear. "Thanks."

He started towards the door. He'd gotten what he'd come for, and he was ready to get home to Emily. He pulled the front door open and stepped halfway through it, before turning back around, calling a goodbye into the apartment as he pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. He popped a cigarette into his mouth before closing the door behind him.

[spencerferdinand-blog]

[moreauemily]

I needed glasses

[moreauemily]

What? Do I look stupid?

[spencerferdinand-blog]

Definitely not.

[moreauemily]

I needed glasses

Maybe I shouldn’t have made fun of Sam this whole time.

[spencerferdinand-blog]

[tornapart-wilcox]

Reel Around The Fountain - Spencer & Sam

[tornapart-wilcox]

Spencer didn’t seem to have any negative reactions to his music and it made Sam wish that he would have turned it up even higher. It was too late to worry about the music though, they were already outside of the bar. Maybe the ride home would be more fun. “Yeah, it’s right here.” Sam pulled into an empty parking spot and turned everything off. He looked his friend over, studied him a bit as he tried to come up with a plan. If the bar was shady enough then his age wouldn’t matter but Sam wanted to be prepared. A smirk stretched across his face as an idea emerged but it quickly faded as he spoke, “Alright, let’s go.” He didn’t want to overload Spencer’s mind, especially in its current state, so he decided to keep his plans to himself. Sam felt as thought it was something that would be easier to execute if Spencer didn’t know what was going on anyway.

Sam got out of his car and waited for Spencer to do the same before locking up. There wasn’t much to steal out of his car but he always felt a little bit safer leaving it behind if it was locked up. Though he knew that if someone wanted it bad enough, there wasn’t anything he could do to stop someone from getting into it or taking it. No one really wanted his car. Getting into the bar was easy enough, no one was standing by the door when they entered so they weren’t asked for their IDs. Sam stopped once he was inside and scanned the bar, it was a lot worse than Libby’s and definitely not his usual crowd but it was better than watching crap television all night. “There’s some seats.” Sam pointed lazily towards a couple of empty bar stools, “Let’s take them.” He rushed across the bar, not looking back to see if Spencer was right behind him, and took a seat.

[spencerferdinand-blog]

The car turned off, but not before Spencer had popped his door open. He did wait, however, until it was fully stopped to get out. He slammed the door behind him, not stopping to consider how much force he'd put into the movement. He started walking away while Sam locked up. He was ready to drink; the excitement in his body was building. He jumped up on his walk, as his blood rushed, and kicked his feet together. Laughing and turning around, he looked back at Sam. He stopped moving, falling back to catch up with his friend. Something made Spencer want Sam to lead the pair, instead of him. 

He followed Sam into the place without a problem, despite the fact that he was underage and not legally supposed to be there. Legal issues rarely stopped Spencer from doing anything; rarely, if ever. The place looked fine to Spencer and when Sam suggested they sit, he agreed with a small nod and a shrug. He followed the older man to the stools, and slid into one next to him. He brought his elbows down onto the bar, resting his weight on his arms.

He looked around again, before settling his eyes on Sam. "Beer?" he suggested.

[tornapart-wilcox]

Reel Around The Fountain - Spencer & Sam

[tornapart-wilcox]

Sam exhaled slowly and stared at Spencer, his comment wasn’t even worth a roll of his eyes, “Shut up, Spencer.”  He just shook his head and smirked before turning away. At least he had convinced his friend to change out of his shirt. A clean one was preferred but he’d settle for one that was cleaner. It didn’t occur to Sam that Spencer didn’t smell that terrible and even if he did, it wouldn’t have mattered because Sam’s cologne would have overpowered the stench. 

The car was warmed up by the time Spencer came out of the complex. Once he got into the car it was obvious to Sam that his friend had shot up while he was waiting for him. Sam didn’t say anything about it though. “Ready?” Instead of listening out for a response he put the car in reverse and quickly pulled out of his parking spot before spinning around and heading down the street.

Libby’s was the main bar in Renata but Sam didn’t want to take Spencer there because it was too local. People would recognize them both, he figured at least, and that would be a problem for two jailbirds. There was a bar just outside of town that he thought would be perfect. It wasn’t the classiest place but he doubted Spencer would mind. He’d probably like it, actually. "Hey, I know where we can go." He said as he pressed his shoe down on the pedal and sped up.

He kept his eyes on the road as he drove through Renata but the scenery wasn’t enough to keep him from growing bored of the short trip. Sam needed music but the volume was too low to hear now that the car was moving. His eyes darted off the road for a moment to look at Spencer. He wondered just how high his friend was. Sam pulled his attention away from his friend and onto the stereo between them. Slowly, he turned the volume dial until it was just loud enough for him to hear it over the heater, then he focused on the road again. 

It didn’t take Sam very long to cut through the town. Within minutes they were leaving Renata. Sam turned down a street and started slowing down as he looked out his window, “Um, it should be around here somewhere. I think.”

[spencerferdinand-blog]

Most of the time, Sam's music would have bothered Spencer. He had no hard time tuning it out, though, as he focused on the waves of warmth and exhilaration that hit him in his seat. Heroin was fun; he was reminded of that every time he shot up. Sure, the next mornings weren't always the best, and not having a stash made him feel like anxious shit, but the feelings that it did give him were worth all of the bad that came along with his addiction. He looked down into his lap, catching his hands beating along with whatever song was playing. He shook his head at himself, but his hands didn't stop. 

He looked out the window as the car slowed down. Sam's reckless driving didn't bother Spencer - he even found it pretty fun - but when he slowed down, it was a significant enough change to be obvious. He didn't know where they were, or where they were going, and when he realized that, he realized that he was going to be no help, so he sat back in his seat, and waited for Sam to figure out where they were supposed to be going.

[moonlight-hayes]

One At A Time - Emily, Spencer & Christian

[moonlight-hayes]

"Yeah, same." His face lit up softly before falling blank. Christian was happy that the introductions were over, for the most part. They were always uncomfortable. There was a lot to be caught up on though. Spencer and Christian were strangers, despite sharing blood, and it’d take more than a greeting to learn more about each other. Christian was definitely curious about Spencer’s life but he didn’t know if his brother shared the same interest about his. He wasn’t even sure if he wanted to share much of his past. It wasn’t something he spoke about. People had a tendency to feel sorry for Christian and while he couldn’t deny that he’d faced a lot more than most his age, he didn’t want people to treat him like their friendship was a charity case. 

Emily disappeared into another room. Christian hadn’t seen her leave but when he was met with silence he looked around and noticed that she was gone. He waited for Spencer to say something in response to him but instead the air was filled with a thick haze of cigarette smoke. It hit his lungs before his eyes caught on. Christian coughed, clearing his throat in the process, and began to form a question. He thought that if he spoke again, his brother might finally say something. Words never leave his mouth though, instead Spencer broke into a question of his own. “Oh.” Christian said, somewhat surprised but he wasn’t sure why. Perhaps it was the randomness of his brother’s question. “I’m fifteen.” His tone brightened as he continued, “I’ll be sixteen in March though.” 

Christian’s mind went back to the boy in Emily’s arms. He knew his brother wasn’t more than twenty-one so he was surprised that he had a kid already. Unless he didn’t, but it seemed unlikely. It was a bit hard for Christian to wrap his head around being an uncle. He definitely wasn’t trying to be judgmental, he didn’t think any less of his brother for having a kid already, but it was an unexpected addition to an already overwhelming situation. “How old is he?” Christian asked, pointing in the direction he assumed Emily had gone. Although, he knew he could have been wrong. “Your son, I mean.” It dawned on him that he wasn’t positive that the baby was a boy. He hoped that he was right because he didn’t want to offend his brother. “Oh, and what’s his name?”

[spencerferdinand-blog]

Spencer thought back to what his life was like when he was fifteen. He was still in his mother's house; still dealing with her boyfriends and getting hit on an almost usual basis. He was lonely, but he'd met Emily, and she kept him happy. For the most part, at least. He wondered how Christian's life was different than his had been, but he didn't feel comfortable asking for such intimate details from what was basically a stranger in front of him. "Sixteen's a cool age," he offered. That was how old he'd been when he got his first apartment, and being on his own was fun in his youth; he did whatever he wanted. 

Another silence fell between them. Spencer hands curled into fists, and he pushed his fingertips against the palms of his hand in a pattern that calmed him, for reasons that he did not understand. In reality, it was just giving him something else to focus on, instead of trying to think of another topic to bring up with his little brother. Luckily, Christian cut the silence, relieving Spencer of the task. Even better, he'd brought up Sidney, which was a topic that Spencer could talk about with as much enthusiasm as he could muster. He loved his son. "Like two months," he said, with a slight shrug. Keeping track of time was not one of his strong suits. Emily did that, and kept him informed.

"Oh," he said. It surprised him that he hadn't thought to introduce Sidney to his uncle, earlier, but everything was moving pretty quickly, and it wasn't easy for Spencer to keep up with it all. "That's Sidney." As his child's name left his mouth, his lips curled up. Loving that baby was unlike any other love that Spencer had ever experienced. 

[tornapart-wilcox]

Olivia scowled in Spencer’s direction, “Cac ar oineach.” Sam turned around, he had no idea what she had just said but the tone reminded him of his grandpa cussing at the kitchen sink in Ukrainian. “Fine, I’ll leave.” He watched as Olivia climbed off the bed and searched for her clothes. After slipping into her underwear she headed towards the door, “Go hIfreann leat.” Although the words had been meant for Spencer, she didn’t look at him as she stormed out into the living room. Olivia sat down on Sam’s couch and stole a cigarette from a box on the coffee table. She leaned back, lighting it with a lighter she had also found, and closed her eyes. She didn’t think she was going to stick around but she needed to calm down before she made any decisions. She was also not going to let some Bod she didn’t even know ruin her night. 

Sam didn’t want some kind of fight to break out so he tried his best to get his friend’s attention back onto him. “What the fuck do you need your keys for?” He didn’t know what time it was but it seemed late for his friend to be worried about his car. “Is everything alright?” Sam was used to Spencer barging into his apartment without having a worthwhile reason to be bothering him but now that he had a kid it was a little different. Maybe something was wrong. 

While he waited for Spencer to answer his questions he thought about where the keys could be. He groaned once he remembered that they were in the living room. “They’re by the front door.” Sam was about to get up to get them when he remembered that he wasn’t wearing anything and that was only part of the problem. Sam cleared his throat, “Uh, I’m sure you can find them.” 

[spencerferdinand-blog]

He ignored the babbling that was coming out of the woman's mouth. The sounds were entirely foreign to him, and didn't sound like real words. By the sound of her voice, she was clearly annoyed, but Spencer really didn't care. He believed his presence was more important than hers. He had a one-track mind. His eyes, still on his best friend, widened at Sam's question. He didn't think he should have to answer why he needed his keys, because they were his, so he clenched down on his back teeth. After his friend's follow up question, though, he relaxed, realizing that he may have caused a state of panic. "Everything's fine," he told him, easily.

He began turning towards the door as soon as Sam mentioned that they'd be by the door. He could hear Sam rustling behind him, so he waved his hand, dismissing him from the need to get out of bed. "I'll find them," he said, confidently, as he left the room.

He hadn't considered that he'd run into the girl again, when he entered the small living room. He ignored her. His interest in seeing naked girls didn't go much further than his interest in Emily. He wandered over to the door, looking around for where his car keys had been tossed.

[moonlight-hayes]

Christian, Emily & Spencer - Christmas

[moreauemily]

Emily and Holidays usually never got along growing up. Unless her grandparents were involved, Emily rarely had a good Christmas with her family. She would have rather spent her day watching cartoons on the couch with her uncle and called that a Holiday instead. It was why she was so adamant on making Sidney’s first Christmas something special, Sure, he wasn’t going to remember it, but Emily still wanted to make those memories. It was the first time she really felt like she had a family that loved each other. 

She unwrapped Sidney’s Christmas presents and somehow her small son ended up in a pile of wrapping paper, which she thought was perplexing considering all he could do was lay down. She cleaned up the  right as  Christian arrived and made it back over to where they all were, by the time Christian was giving out presents. She was surprised that he had something for her. Sidney she understood because that was his little nephew, but Emily usually was pleased by someone say Merry Christmas to her. 

When it came to Christian though, Emily had plans. She always liked to buy people gifts even when money had been tight, She spent most of her Christmas money on Sidney this year to make sure he had a great first Christmas even if he wouldn’t remember it. Emily also ended up buying Spencer some new clothes, which was mostly shirts she was going to steal later that night. When it came to Sam’s present, she promised  not to hit him today even if he acted like an ass. Christian was a tough one. Emily didn’t quite understand teenage boys. When she was Christians age her interests involved having sex with Spencer, reading, listening to music, and calling her father an asshole. She was certain some of those thing’s only applied to her. After contacting Christian’s uncle she settled on music. She handed Christian the package after he handed her one for herself and Sidney. She wasn’t sure if he had those two CDs of the Who, but if he did, she’d just get him a different two. 

Emily opened her present and smiled at the candles. Obviously Christian sort of guessed on what to get her, but it was a nice gesture so she was thankful for it. “Thanks,” Emily said with a smile before opening Sidney’s present. When she saw the music, her smile grew. She loved playing music for her son and this was actually perfect for him. ” Is this of you playing?” Emily asked before looking at it again. ” Thank you Christian, I’m sure he’s gonna love this.”

[moonlight-hayes]

Christian’s cheeks flickered into a brief smile as his brother thanked him for the gift. He kept his eyes on Spencer’s face as he ripped into the wrapping paper. It wasn’t easy for him to look straight ahead at anything, he risked focusing on his blind spot, so he was watching his brother through his side vision. Even though he had never seen him whole, Christian had a fairly good idea of what his older brother looked like. He took in pieces of his face and put them together in his mind. When Spencer opened up his present he thanked Christian for a second time. “You’re welcome.” It seemed like Spencer was more confused about his gift than he was interested, “Um, it’s for your cigarettes. Money too, I guess.”

His attention shifted from Spencer to his blonde fiancee. Emily was starting on her gift now. She was smiling back at him but Christian couldn’t tell if she was just being polite or if she actually liked her gift. He shrugged it off. Girls were difficult to shop for, especially when you had never really been close to any before. Emily moved onto his nephew’s gift just as he was telling her that she was welcome. He blushed when Emily asked if the music was of him playing. Christian felt both exposed and caught. “Uh, yeah.” Unable to deal with his own embarrassment, he didn’t go on to mention that some of the songs were written by him. “You think so?” It was funny to think of a baby enjoying his music. 

He didn’t have anymore gifts to give anyone else so he pulled his gift closer to him. His fingers searched for a good place to open the package at and when they sunk into a corner he knew to start picking at the paper. Christian kept digging at the wrapping until he felt plastic under his grasp. Before looking down he could already guess that they were CDs. “Thanks.” He said, a smile growing on his face, as he looked around the room to see where his uncle had gone off to. Somehow he didn’t think that Emily had come up with the idea alone. It especially didn’t seem likely when he actually looked at the CD cases. “The Who’s great.” He looked at the titles, “Cool, I don’t have these albums.”

[spencerferdinand-blog]

He stared at the gift in his hands, still confused about it, despite his brother explaining that it was for cigarettes and money. Spencer nodded, hoping that Christian wouldn't think that he didn't like what he'd received. His eyes wandered over the surface of the box, landing on a place that he was sure he could open it from. He pulled at it a little bit, not paying attention to the fuss around him, until it popped open in his hands. The inside had two clips, but he didn't think he could fit a pack of cigarettes into. It seemed too slim. He shrugged and closed it again, before setting it down.

He looked over when Emily questioned Christian about Sidney's gift. Spencer wouldn't have thought to ask if it was Christian playing on the CD that he'd given her. "Cool," he commented, when Christian confirmed that it was him on the CD. Spencer made a mental note to listen to it, later, with Sidney. Even though he didn't like listening to music, he felt like he should hear his brother play. There was a part of him that was proud of his brother's talent.

He was glad that Christian seemed to like his gift, even though CDs would be the last thing that he'd want to get for Christmas. Having a little brother was weird, but kind of cool. Spencer wanted him to be happy, unlike he was at Christian's age. The fact that he and his family had the chance to influence that meant a lot to Spencer.

[daryl-diixon]

[spencerferdinand-blog]

daryl-diixon:

that one meme thing: fake movie meme + rooney mara & imogen poots ✩ requested by: newtscamnders 

angela (poots) and robin (mara) seem to have the perfect relationship - until angela discovers something about her girlfriend that robin is willing to kill over to hide.

[moonlight-hayes]

One At A Time - Emily, Spencer & Christian

[moonlight-hayes]

Christian wasn’t waiting for long before the door was opened. He didn’t think that Emily was purposely putting herself between him and his brother but the fact that he still hadn’t seen or talked to Spencer was starting to frustrate him. The anticipation wasn’t helping either. Every time Emily appeared instead of his brother he was reminded that he’d have to wait even longer to meet him. He looked nervous, his hands were shaking and his eyebrows were furrowed but most of his anxiety was hidden behind a soft smile. “Yeah.” Christian confirmed, letting his gaze fall onto the baby in Emily’s arms. He hadn’t noticed him until Emily shifted his position. Either Emily had a knack for stealing babies or he was an uncle. The first option seemed less scary. Christian didn’t want to be the one who told them that their son might go blind in the future.

"Uh, sure." Christian grabbed the door frame and stepped into his brother’s home. He stood at the entrance for a few seconds, allowing his eyes to adjust to the lighting. It hadn’t been very bright in Renata lately, Christian wasn’t used to actual seasons. Sure, it got cold and gloomy in California but the difference was outstanding. He found himself enjoying the change. There was no way that Christian could just burst into their house, or even another room, without hesitation. Christian blinked, he should have been wearing his glasses but he could see alright without them. Things were blurry but as long as he didn’t look into his blind spot then he could still manage. Having his glasses on wouldn’t have made a difference when it came to his blind spot anyway. "I’m guessing you’re Emily." He said, he felt kind of awkward just standing around.

He had removed himself from the doorway by the time his brother entered the living room. Well, he assumed that the guy leaving the kitchen was his brother. Spencer was a bit shorter than him but they were both built in a similar way. Christian had been waiting for this moment for months and now that he was finally standing face to face with his brother he didn’t know what to say. He rubbed the back of his neck, his eyes shifting back and forth between Emily and Spencer and sighed, “I’ve thought about this a lot.” He admitted, “But I’m not sure what’s supposed to happen.” There were a lot of things that Christian had wanted to bring up to Spencer and he wanted to know the details of his brother’s life but where were they supposed to begin? “I’m just really fricking glad that we’ve met.” Christian let out a breath, laughing nervously. 

[moreauemily]

Emily watched Christian for a moment as he entered the house. He looked a lot like Spencer except for the height, She figured that had to have come from somewhere else, but it’s was obvious they were brothers. Taking another glance, she could practically see how the teen felt about this whole situation and Emily didn’t want to step in the way at all. She knew Spencer had a hard time talking to people in general, but people he was related to that he had never met was a whole different situation. Emily wasn’t quite sure how Spencer was going to react to all of this, even though she believed thing’s would go well. She shut the door behind her as quietly as possible, to not disturb Sidney in her arms. He was calm and not fussing, so she didn’t want to do anything that would change that.  

" Yeah I’m Emily. It’s nice to meet you," Emily replied, responding more polite than she was used to being in her home, but she really didn’t see reacting in any other way aside from being nice. Christian seemed like a nice kid, she didn’t want to bombard him with sass immediately. Once she saw Christian heading to where Spencer had ran off to, Emily thought it was smart for her to stay out of the way, so that the brother’s could have time to talk. She didn’t want to completely leave the area in case she was needed, but she wanted to stay out of their business. Emily usually liked to pry, but this wasn’t the same thing. She took a seat on the floor next to the couch and placed Sidney gently on the floor again to play with him as est as he could. Out of the kitchen she could hear talking and figured that was a good sign as she focused on her son. 

[spencerferdinand-blog]

His brother didn't look like him. At least, Spencer didn't think so. He was taller. His hair was darker. He was different. It wasn't that he'd been expecting anything from Christian, because, honestly, he had no idea what was going to happen, but he definitely didn't look at him and see their relation. Luckily, he didn't remind him that much of their dad, either. He had nothing to say, but he wasn't necessarily grateful for his younger brother breaking the silence. It just reminded him what a difficult time he had socializing. His fingers curled up into his palm, into a fist, before releasing. He repeated the motion with both hands, in an attempt to calm himself down. He looked around for Emily, or Sidney, or any familiar face that would comfort him, but it was just Christian. 

He reached into his pocket and pulled the same pack of cigarettes out. Its contents were quickly declining, but that didn't stop him from pulling another cigarette out. He lit it, ignoring the rule he'd set in place for himself not to smoke in the same house as his son. Sidney wasn't around now, though, and he really wanted to smoke, so he did. Breathing in a lungful of smoke, he crossed the room and plopped down on the couch. He looked up at his brother and then motioned to the couch, for him to sit down next to him. 

Spencer scanned his mind for something to say to the boy; some conversation that they could hold. What did people usually talk about in this situation? The only thing that Spencer knew they had in common was their father, and he didn't have much to say about the man. He definitely didn't have anything positive to say about him. He continued to smoke, unable to think of something to say. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat before looking over to Christian. "How old are you?" he asked. He may have been told the answer once before, and he wasn't sure why he was even asking, but it was all that came out, so he stuck with it.