"Uh- W-Where did you get that?" Spencer says, nodding in the direction of your hands with his own in his pockets. You were currently holding a small notebook titled, "Spencer's Dream Journal."

You didn't mean to read it, it was an accident. well.. it was a half-accident. Often times when you were bored on the jet, you'd take one of Spencer's books and read it. You wouldn't be able to finish it most of the time, but still enjoyed having at least something to do. This would often happen when everyone was asleep, so you wouldn't be confronted on why you're touching Spencer's things. You had a suspicion that he probably knew that you were doing this, because it felt like he was purposely showing off his books.

Tonight was very similar, everyone was asleep and you were extremely bored. So, you snuck over to where spencer's bag was and took a book. You didn't browse at the title until you opened the book and saw your name in.. a lot of the sentences.

However, one dream stuck out to you. One no one would rather repeat, because it was downright.. nasty. The worst part (or best part, depending on how you look at it) was the fact that it was about you. YOU! AND SPENCER!

You had always viewed Spencer as a great friend. Yes, he was extremely handsome and funny and sweet but.. like that? Sure, maybe you would. but.. were these just dreams to him or did he actually feel this way—

Your thoughts are interrupted when hear someone shift out of their seat. and of course, it had to be Spencer. It wasn't completely dark in the jet, but it was dark enough to where you couldn't tell if he was looking at you. And sure enough, he was. He walked over and sat down in front of you, yawning and messing up his hair.

He looked you up and down before seeing the notebook in your hands. You quickly look in between him and the notebook before looking up at him.

"..You didn't read that, did you?" He speaks softly, the soft light showing his face turning pink.