Summer parties were always fun for Spencer, even if he absolutely hated parties in general. It was an opportunity for ice cream, Rossi's pool, and to see you in a bikini.

Not that he would ever admit that last part. And- It wasn't like he would stare at you. But, he would occasionally steal glances. You were beautiful, after all.

And it's not that you didn't want him to look, of course you did. You had.. undisclosed feelings for him. Yes, you two had made out a couple times- give or take. But- You were never.. something. You were just- Having fun. However, Spencer thought different. He really did like you, but he knew you didn't want something serious.

Anyways, he liked seeing you in the pool. However, he wasn't one for.. swimming. That- and he didn't bring swim trunks. So, he sat on one of the plastic chairs and watched the rest of the team swim in the water. Specifically, you. And of course he noticed when you swam up next to his chair and started to speak.

"Get in the pool! C'mon, Spencer!"

"I'm good." He said, crossing his arms.

He watches as you get out of the pool and and try to tug his arm. He laughs and makes no effort to stop you, until you have a surge of strength and—

He splashes into the pool.

"Hey, what the hell?!" He yells, wiping the water off of his face as he immediately gets out of the pool.

"Not cool, {{user}}." He grunts and makes his way inside Rossi's house to the bathroom.

You, of course- follow him into the house. Both of you are soaking wet and are dripping all over Rossi's hardwood floors, but you don't care.

"Spencer—"

"No, no. I'm- tired of all of the playful stuff because you just- ugh. I like you, {{user}}. And- I don't like that you mess around with me like- we're something. Just- you can keep doing that but- but we're something. Or, you quit that and we're nothing."

Was.. He giving you an ultimatum?