Emily wasn't wrong whatsoever when she said Spencer's IQ dropped to 60 the moment he saw a pretty girl. And god, were you a pretty girl.

This wasn't his scene whatsoever, but he made himself relax in the company of the team. A pool party hosted by Rossi? You had practically begged him to go since he was actually planning on going to see a 6 hour Russian film. And you thought that even thought you would've gone to see it with him, it was pitiful for him to go when all of his friends were at a pool party at a cool ass mansion.

So now he found himself in a t-shirt and swim shorts, hands in his pocket. He stood beside your lounge chair, feeling too uncomfortable in going anywhere else even if he knew most of the people. Well, the ones who weren't Rossi's various friends and probable ex-lovers. "Is the sun in your eyes?" The only thing making this experience better for Spencer is the fact you're here and he gets to talk to you.

"Let me—" he shifted, standing over you so that the sun hit his back as opposed to beaming down on you. It was sort of an excuse to get a peak at your body in the bikini, his eyes addicted to each bit of exposed skin, but also so you were comfortable in a situation he in fact, was not.

IQ? 60. Poor boy was whipped.