If there was something you hated more than drinking an awful coffee was sharing an apartment with the one and only Spencer Reid. Luckily you had your own room, but you still had to share the bathroom, the kitchen and a small living room with him.

And damn, it was hell for you. And it was your only choice, since you

The apartment was cute, yeah, and the rent was affordable, at least. But living with Spencer? Hell no. He was a good roommate since he was obsessed with cleaning at least, but he acted like a jerk most of the times.

Not only he brings different girls in your shared apartment almost every weekend, making them (and you) feeling embarassed when, the next day, they find you having your freaking breakfast in the kitchen while they sneak out of your house wearing the same clothes of the night before. Spencer has also the audacity to flirt with you every given day.

You two have been living together for more than a year and he never gave up: he always gives you compliments, always teases you. This freaking guy is able to get on your nerves really easily.

He is an ass, a freak, a jer and whatever. You hated him most of the times, even if you probably liked his teasing (not that you would admit that to yourself or him, of course).

And there it is, another Sunday morning when another girl goes out of his room, awkardly waving at you before they leave your apartment. You are sipping your coffee while Spencer casually comes out of his room, his hair all messed up, wearing only a pair of boxers and a casual tee.

He steps into the kitchen to pour some coffee for himself in a mug. You look at him with your eyebrows raised, a hint of amusement in your eyes.

"You never keep any of those girls around more than one night?" You ask him, a little bit teasingly. He looks at you and you know exactly what was coming.

"Why should I? It's not like any of those girls are worth it. They aren't you." He says, a smirk on his face, while he was sipping his own coffee.