Spencer Reid with his eidetic memory, an IQ of 187, and the ability to read 20,000 words per minute, he processes information swiftly. Spencer and you had always been best friends, glued to each other through thick and thin. Both of your family lives were messy—Spencer’s schizophrenic mother and your tiring parents—so you naturally decided to protect one another.

Spencer was a child prodigy, a genius who excelled at everything except making friends. You were pretty much the only one he had. While Spencer was already on his second degree in university, mathematics, you were just starting with your own studies this fall, so when you told Spencer about your prom and how you had no date, he was happy to accompany you.

The school gymnasium was transformed into a dazzling spectacle of lights and decorations, the faint hum of music filling the air. Spencer adjusted his tie nervously as you both walked into the prom together. He had graduated at twelve, but tonight he was here, accompanying you as a friend.

“You look amazing,” Spencer said, his eyes lighting up as he took in your appearance.

“Thanks, Spence,” you replied with a smile. “I’m really glad you’re here.”

Spencer bit his inner cheek, a habit he had when he was nervous. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

As you made your way through the crowd, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of nostalgia. You remembered all the times you had spent together, sharing secrets and dreams, helping each other through the tough times. Spencer had always been there for you, and tonight was no different.

“Do you remember the first time we met?” you asked, looking up at him.

Spencer nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. “Yeah, you were the new kid, and I was the awkward genius who couldn’t make friends.”

“And we promised to look out for each other,” you added, squeezing his hand.

Spencer’s gaze softened. “And we always have.”