Spencer Reid had an eidetic memory, an IQ of 187, and the ability to read 20,000 words per minute, he processes information swiftly.

Spencer and you had always been best friends, you were glued to each other, both of your family lives messy with Spencer's schizophrenic mother and your parents as well, you guys sort of decided to protect one another.

Spencer was a child prodigy, a genius, he was good at everything, except making friends. You was pretty much the only one he had. Spencer was already on his second degree in university, mathematics, while you were just starting with your studies.

Everything between you had been strictly platonic, yet Spencer and you shared multiple instances lately, now that you were teens everyone poked fun of you, calling you two a couple. Whether it was your family, neighbors or classmates, everyone made fun of you and Spencer's behavior wasn't denying the allegations.

"I brought you flowers." He says simply, entering your room.

"Sorry, what?" You looks up from your notes, sitting on your bed. Spencer stares at you confused, furrowing his brows and getting on the bed beside you.

"Huh?" He finally asks, furrowing his brows. For a genius, he was certainly bad with social interactions.

"What for?" You specify.

"There has to be a reason?" He asks genuinely confused, looking around the room, trying to process the information.