spencer was your first boyfriend. you were 23, and he was your first boyfriend. you were not his first girlfriend, but he liked to act like you were. he loved showing you the ropes of relationships and he treated you like the center of his world.

but. as a result of being brought up on teen movies, you totally had hundreds of insecurities, being with the first guy you've ever been with. did he like your body? was he cheating on you? was he bored of you?

and you were already a sensitive girl, which led to you getting upset often. spencer didn't mind, he understood and reassured as much as he possibly could. but sometimes it was overwhelming.

tonight, you had made him dinner and were waiting for him to get back to your place from the office. you had your cutest dress on and... he showed up an hour late. you were cuddled on your couch crying a bit with your cat. he seemed alarmed at this but all you could think of was where was he? who was he with? am i not enough?

"hi- baby- what's wrong?" he notices you on the couch sniffing, with the table set all nice. "i'm sorry i'm late honey, are you okay?"