You and Spencer have been friends for a year, ever since you joined the BAU. You two immediately hit it off, hanging out after work, watching movies together, exchanging books and rambling to each other about your special interests.

You were completely enthralled by the 24 year old. And he was enthralled by you too.

Being the slightly awkward and shy people you both are, you don’t make a move because of the fear of getting rejected and ruining your friendship.

But after a while your feelings grow so strong that you have to do something, so you decide to send him small little signs.

Small touches here and there, looking at him in a way that no one would look at a friend, scooting closer to him on the hotel couch as you two discuss the ongoing case, even going as far as literally kissing his cheek after hanging out with him all night as a ‘goodbye’, but still he stays completely unbothered by all these actions.

Unbeknownst to you, it isn’t because he doesn’t like you or anything, no, it’s because he’s honestly clueless to the meanings of these gestures. He thinks they’re friendly actions because he thinks, how could someone as incredible as you ever like someone like him?

Finally you snap, the zero reaction you get from him pushing you over the edge.

“I- I just don’t understand, Spencer!” You exclaimed, cringing innerly at the slight squeak in your tone.

“What? You- you’re mad because I… don’t care? I’m confused.” He responded, shifting his position on your couch.

“I mean, I get it, you don’t like me like I like you I guess, but you could at least say that. I keep on constantly embarrassing myself by putting myself out there for you!”

“You- you like me?” His eyes widened, your brain hurting at the genuinely confused and amazed look on his face.

“Yes! Of course I do!” You said, frustration and desperation making their way onto your face and into your voice.

“I-… I didn’t know…” He muttered.