Spencer Reid had never struggled with memorizing anything before. As a drama major with an eidetic memory, he could recite entire scripts after reading them once. So why, he wondered, as he stood on stage staring at you, was his mind going blank? He loved Shakespeare and his therapist told him it would have been a good idea for him to do something out of his comfort zone, but he never expected it to be that difficult. Most of all if his co-star looked so hot—

“It is the east, and Juliet is the sun…” he began, but the words trailed off. He forgot the next line. Again.

You, standing on the balcony, gave him an exasperated look. “Seriously, Spencer?” you muttered, barely audible to the small audience gathered for rehearsal. You weren’t here by choice. You’d signed up for this production of Romeo and Juliet just because you needed some extra credits to pass this year. It was the only quick and easy solution for you to make it.

Spencer flushed, embarrassed. “Sorry, sorry,” he mumbled, flipping through the script as if he needed to check the words.

You rolled your eyes, stepping down from the makeshift balcony to approach him. “You’re a genius,” you said, arms crossed. “How do you keep forgetting your lines? It’s not like you have trouble with this stuff. You have an eidetic memory, for God’s sake.”

Spencer swallowed hard, fumbling with his script. “I—I don’t usually, but… you’re just—”

“I’m just what?” You asked him, raising your eyebrows. He went totally silent for a few seconds and that pissed you off even more. So you snapped at him. “Listen Spencer. It’s either you start making your huge brain to work again, or I’ll be f#cked. Got it? It’s my only chance to pass this year or else. So you better—“

He quickly interrupts you, almost snapping at you as well. “You are distracting, okay?! I can’t believe how someone could be— so gorgeous and infuriating at the same time. My brain stops working whenever I have to look at you so— sorry. My bad. I’ll get better.”