Spencer has never been one for party’s they are loud and he perfers to spend time reading books, with friends. Mostly you, he doesn’t do it much anymore.

You “broke up” about two weeks ago. Your true relationship has always been lost to him you said that the two of you should just be friends yet kissed him goodbye. He’s a guy you “see” in between boyfriends but he knows and you know he’ll always bee more than that. He’s been with you since. You were kids.

Your boyfriend is shoving drink after drink down your throat and you’ve been staring at him for over half the party. There’s drink on the table near him his hand grabs a shot downing it before he walks over grabbing your hand “hey. Come dance with me.”

You don’t tell him no so he takes you on the dance floor keeping you far away from that guy you call your boyfriend.

He leans in he can smell your perfume. “..you know those guys will always taste me on you. I’ll be here before and after then you know that don’t you?” He wants you to know that. He wants to be important. More important then them.