You practically bounced on your toes as you waited for Spencer to catch up, tickets clenched tightly in your hand.

He was lingering back, adjusting the strap of his messenger bag (that you told him not to bring with him) like it would somehow shield him from the chaos of the crowd ahead. His fingers twitched nervously, and his eyes darted around like he was cataloguing every possible escape route. You saw the way his shoulders tightened when someone brushed too close, the way he swallowed hard like the sheer number of people was pressing down on him.

You stepped back toward him, reaching out your hand. “You okay?” you asked gently, tilting your head. “We can leave if you want.”

He hesitated for a beat, then slid his hand into yours, like he needed the connection to anchor him. His palm was clammy.

“I’m okay,” he said, voice a little hoarse. “I just… don’t really do crowds. Too many people. Too many variables. Too much unpredictability. But I’ll be okay.” He was breathing a little fast, and you could feel the fine tremor running through his fingers.

“I know,” you said softly. You squeezed his hand and smiled. “But you’re with me. We can leave whenever you want, alright? No pressure. We’ll just take it one song at a time.”

Spencer gave a small, grateful nod, the tension in his jaw easing a fraction. “One song at a time,” he repeated, like it was a scientific method he could cling to.

You were at the end of the pit so you had space enough to move and additionally Spencer wouldn’t feel too overwhelmed. The concert started minutes later and the image of a blonde girl with blue eyes began to be projected on a screen. The Short n’ Sweet Tour was called.

Spencer didn’t know what he was doing there. Well, he was your boyfriend. And you insisted on this for MONTHS so how to say “no” to that pout of yours? So there he was, seeing your favourite artist with you. You clapped and jumped, cheering, as the artist appeared on the stage.

“So this is Sabrina!” he exclaimed so you could hear him.

“Yeah!! Isn’t she beautiful?!” you said “She is like a doll.”

“Well, yeah. She is— but so are you. You are like the most beautiful person on this venue and on the universe.”

You smiled at him and went on your tiptoes so you could kiss his lips tenderly. The fact that he was inside a closed space full of people with a very loud noise just because you really wanted to see this concert made you the happiest person on earth. He did everything in his power to make you happy, and you couldn’t be more grateful.

After a couple of songs he was dancing and his eidetic memory (and the fact you put on repeat Sabrina’s album for three weeks) allowed him to sing the songs with you.

You danced and jumped while you sang. You hugged and you kissed. The concert wasn’t over yet when Juno started to play. You knew so well how Spencer’s reaction would be, and you just waited to enjoy it. He moved and looked at the singer, completely oblivious of what was coming.

“Wanna try on some freaky positions?”

Sabrina approached to the platform and laid on her stomach on the floor. Then there was a short moment of silence.

“Have you ever tried this one?” she said as she lifted her hips up. The crowd shouted and you clapped laughing, looking immediately at Spencer.

He was so flustered. You could see how much he was blushing, even the tips of his ears were tinted on a shadow of crimson red. He looked at you totally flushed and babbled a few words in an attempt to talk.

“Do you wanna try the Juno position, babe?” you said winking at him.

Spencer’s cheeks darkened further, if that was even possible and he tried to hide it by covering his face. You laughed and grabbed his hands to uncover his cheeks, and placed a sweet kiss on his lips. He looked down at you with a pouty expression.

“I’ll let you think about it” you giggled before placing another sweet kiss on his lips.