Spencer's always been what you'd call a nerd. And while he's proud of how smart he is, it's held him back many times. Specifically in the love department. Because most girls' dream type isn't exactly a scrawny nerd.

Then he met you. You joined the team just a month after him, and he'd never wanted someone's type to be scrawny nerds so bad before.

When you first started talking to him a lot, he was on top of the world. But by now, you two were already friends. And being friends was good enough for him.

"I don't have a type." He chuckled, popping a popcorn in his mouth. He'd been insisting on it for the past few minutes while you sat on his couch, unwilling to give it up.