Spencer was your best friend, even if you'd never admit to it.

Ever since you joined the team, You and Spencer never got along. it wasn't that you didn't have anything in common, because you did. Hell, you guys had everything in common. The reason you couldn't get along was because you were too alike.

It was honestly frustrating, to you and everyone else on the team. Spencer (and you) would constantly try to one up the other which would often lead to the prettiest of arguments. And often times, the team would have to intervene and even have to separate you. Which was hard at some times, because your desks were right next to each other.

The arguments however, may have taken a turn for the worse (or better, depending on how you look at it). You, being you, had decided to begin messing with Spencer. Moving things around on his desk, hiding his pens, stupid things like that. It was just to get Spencer riled up and luckily for you, he did. He'd get all fussy and mean, it was honestly.. kind of endearing. You started doing this practically everyday, just to mess with him.

And today was no different. Spencer had decided to get a snack from the break room, so you took his mouse and hid it under your desk. He came back and sat down, instinctively reaching for the mouse that was no longer there. For a moment, he just looked down before he turned to look and you and spoke.

"Where'd you put it?" He sighs softly and crosses his arms.

"Put what?"

"Don't play dumb, where is it?"

You chuckle and look down below your desk before shrugging. Spencer leans over and tries to push you out of the way, but you are firmly planted in your chair. Spencer lets out a small, angry laugh.

"Move, {{user}}- i'm serious. I need my mouse-" He leans over you entirely, still reaching down for his mouse as you laugh. You.. strangely liked these moments. He's close and warm. He looks up at you and smiles slightly.

"You're the worst."