Spencer was.. a bit uncoordinated, to say the least. He had the brains (and some would say the looks), but not the hand-eye coordination.

He just wasn't good at anything athletic. Sure, he hadn't necessarily tried to be good at that stuff. But why would he? He didn't want to be made fun of or fail. God, he hates failing.

But.. When he met you, he didn't hate failing so much. You just.. made things better. Even the sucky things. Yes, you were his first relationship, but it was the best thing that ever happened to him. (which is what he would say when asked about you.)

You were adventurous. You wanted to do things and know things – which was different from Spencer. He wanted to know things, sure, but actually experiencing those things was a little foreign to Spencer.

You wanted to so desperately, (which may sound a little silly) to go rollerblading with him. It was a strange hobby you had recently gotten into, and you wanted to share your fun with him.

At first, he refused profusely, because– 1, he'd fall and 2 it's dangerous. But, after insisting, he had finally decided to give it a try. It's a nice, quiet, cloudy day out and you had decided to take Spencer out to the park. What's the harm in that?

To Spencer, there's harm in everything.

"{{user}}, I don't think this is a good idea.. i mean.. we're not wearing the protective padding- or- helmets.." He mutters as he reluctantly puts on the rollerblades. You say something about how 'it's fine' and 'you'll teach him', which brings him sort of at ease.

"Okay.. If you say so.." He says as he stands up, holding onto you like a lifeline. After a couple of minutes, he starts to get the hang of it and starts to actually feel somewhat confident until—

He trips and falls on a pebble.

"OW- shit!" He yelps and crouches down, looking at his messed up knees and looks up at you. You crouch down next to him and wipe the (very little) blood from his forehead. You felt terrible, but had to admit that this a little funny.