Six Criminal Minds Ficlets
Title: Six Criminal Minds Ficlets
Author: rowena_dawson
Rating: R/FRM
Characters/Pairings: Morgan/Reid and on #4, the addition of Hotch/Rossi
Warnings: adult themes, angst, language, implied slash
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters. I put them back when I am done.
Summary: Here are six ficlets prompted from staringout. (I'm a little sad, they haven't updated in two days... :(
#408-“I’m sorry to bother you, but I couldn’t think of anyone else to ask.”
Spencer’s car had finally died. After years of faithful service, Tesla had wheezed her last tired wheeze. Unfortunately, this meant he didn’t have a ride home. He stood shivering in the parking lot, weighing his options.
He dug out his cell phone. He really didn’t want to bother the team, it was a Friday night and they were probably all at home already. He found Morgan’s number. Well, he could give it a shot and call in a favor.
“Hello?”
He hadn’t expected him to pick up on the first ring and was a little flustered.
“Oh h-h-hey. I’m sorry to bother you, but I couldn’t think of anyone else to ask.”
“Alright. What’s up?”
“My car died. Can I have a ride home?”
“Sure, man. Where are you?”
“I’m still at work. Look, I know it’s late and that you are probably busy…”
“Whoa whoa, take it easy. I said I’d help you. Besides, what makes you think I’m busy?”
“You’re Derek Morgan….and it’s Friday night. I don’t think I’m too out of line to assume you would be.”
“Haha. Hold on, I’ll be there in about ten. I’m actually in the area.”
Spencer was nervous to say the least. He had had a pretty bad crush on Derek for a while. Knowing the man was straighter than Bon Jovi, he hadn’t acted, but that didn’t mean he didn’t felt different.
He heard the roaring of a motorcycle and felt his mouth go slack-jawed when he saw Derek riding up, wearing a leather jacket.
“Hey there, Pretty Boy,” he yelled over the roar of the engine, “ready to leave?”
“On that?” He felt his legs shake a little.
“Yeah, it’s great!” he revved the engine for emphasis, “get on! Oh wait, you might want to wear this.” He held up a motorcycle helmet.
Spencer took a deep breath and took it. He felt awkward as he climbed on behind Derek, but the man was surprisingly patient.
“You ready?”
“Umm….not really.”
Derek laughed and winked at him.
“Hold on to me, Spencer, and enjoy the ride.”
#412-write about the hardest decision your character has ever made-Morgan/Reid
With the doctor’s words reverberating through his head, Spencer sealed the envelope and scrawled his lover’s name on it.
Afraid of changing his mind, he turned away quickly and shut the door behind him. It sounded like a final toll of the clock.
It wasn’t until he was settled and traveling did he feel the tears start to well. He was alone on that bus, probably because it was 3 in the morning, but he couldn’t seem to let all the emotion go.
He cursed his eidetic memory for the millionth time in his life as moments in time flashed before his eyes. The first kiss. The awkward first date. The first time they’d made love together. Work and cases together. Plans of their new life. The changes he started feeling. The Fight. The Doctor Visit. The expected (for Spencer) but unwelcome diagnosis. More fighting. His lover’s words of love and encouragement. His lover’s face in bed before he left.
He should turn around and go straight back home to the man that loved him. Instead, he was traveling away to protect the man from himself. Spencer would never tell him, but he didn’t want the other man to have to deal with the disease that he had to. It was out of love he was leaving.
He knew that his lover wouldn’t read the letter for another three hours or so. And then, it would be too late for him to find him.
In his mind, he could see Derek bent over the letter, hands on his head in grief. He could see his anger, smashing dishes, pots, and maybe even a wall. He could see him collapsing on the ground, his tears slowly forming as he pushed them away, embarrassed even in his own home.
Spencer didn’t hold back his tears anymore as sorrow racked his body.
#486- “Then he said, ‘Trust me,’ and I was stupid enough to do it.”-Morgan/Reid
It wasn’t rare for an agent to be in the hospital. It was however, unusual when one of the agents lands in the hospital because of a stupid accident. Even more unusual when it was another agent’s idea.
“So, you just, hanging out in hospital’s now?” Garcia teased Spencer, who was lying in the bed. His arm was broken, hanging in a sling, and he had two cracked ribs.
“Yeah, you seem to be here a lot, Reid,” Prentiss added in.
“Haha,” he pouted. He was in too much pain, not accepting a lot of pain medication, to really have intelligent responses.
“As your superior,” Hotch’s brow wrinkled, “I need to know exactly what happened between you and Derek.”
Some of the team snickered. Hotch lowered his eyebrow.
“What are you…” the light bulb went off in Spencer’s head, “oh…OH! No!”
The team started laughing.
“It’s not because of anything like that,” Reid added in, lying back against the bed, “if you must know, it was his fault though.”
“Okay….spill,” Garcia, Prentiss, and J.J. huddled around him like girls at a sleepover. Hotch had an expression of contempt. Rossi just looked confused.
“Derek wanted to take the motorcycle home yesterday. I said fine. He decided to show off and I told him to stop messing around with the bike, one of us might get hurt. He said, ‘Trust me,’ and I was stupid enough to do it.”
“Reid, you should know better by now,” Rossi piped in, “then to trust Morgan.”
The girls laughed.
“Yeah well,” Spencer yawned and tried to shift. He choked back the pain.
Later, the team left and he lay back in bed. He was almost asleep when another visitor came in. Spencer looked up to see Derek, limping on a bad leg and connected to an IV. Spencer doubted if he was allowed to be doing that.
“Hey Spencer,” Derek groaned in pain as he walked over, “I’m just down the hall three rooms.”
“Good. Wouldn’t want you pulling any IVs out.”
“Look,” Derek came over to the side of Spencer’s bed, “I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean for this to happen.”
“I know. It’s okay,” Spencer hushed him with a kiss, “I know.”
Derek smiled sadly.
“Oh, the team had some clever ideas about what happened though…”
Derek made a face.
“Oh god, I’m never gonna live this down, am I?”
Spencer laughed.
“Doesn’t seem like it.”
#332-write about the past hurt-Morgan/Reid
Early on, Derek and Spencer had kind of made an unspoken agreement to keep their past relationships a secret. This was primarily due to Derek’s overly protective nature, but also because Derek had very little experience with men before he met Spencer.
Derek came home early on Saturday to hear faint crying in the direction of their bedroom. He quietly but quickly made his way over the door and opened it just enough to see inside.
Spencer was sitting on the bed, holding something and crying very softly. He had to know.
“Spencer, baby?”
The genius had jumped and hid the object behind his back. His eyes were swollen and red from crying.
“Hey Derek.”
“Don’t ‘hey Derek’ me like nothing is wrong,” Derek closed the distance between them and sat down next to him, resting his arm around him, “tell me everything.”
“We agreed not to talk about our past.”
“It doesn’t seem like the past right now to me.”
Spencer sniffled and was silent for a moment. Then he pulled the object from what was behind his back. It was a picture of a dark-haired man.
“Roger was…my first real boyfriend. He was great, really great for a long time. But he became very abusive. It took…a lot of encouragement from friends for me to finally leave.”
Derek burned anger on the inside, but he remained still and silent on the outside.
“Why now?” he asked.
“I…I just ran into the man he’d started dating after me. God, Derek, he looked so horrible. I looked at him straight in the eyes. There was nothing there, Derek. He was just…gone…” He started to sob and buried his face in Derek’s frame.
“That’s not you, Pretty Boy,” Derek soothed him, “You’re mine now. I’m not ever gonna let anyone hurt you. Come here.”
He wrapped his arms around Spencer and rocked him. He felt him go from his stiffened posture to melting into his body. It soothed him to let him know that he was there to help him through this.
#314-You come home from a trip and realize you have the wrong suitcase-
Hotch was simply thrilled to be home again. He put off real work for a while and played with Jack before tucking him in.
He set his suitcase on his bed to unpack. Slowly, however, he realized it wasn’t his things he saw. Sure it was the same on the outside, but inside, it couldn’t be more different.
Sighing, he knew whose it was. Reid’s. Who else would pack seven novels for one trip?
He started to fold everything back when something caught his eye. There was a small zipper in the left-corner under the clothing. His bag didn’t have that.
Curiosity got the best of him as he couldn’t resist the urge to pull open the zipper and pull out the small black box. He really shouldn’t be doing this, but he already rooted through the suitcase, anyway, so he might as well open the box too.
Hotch drew a breath.
It was Reid’s little “home away from home” dirty little secret. Inside were several extra-lubricated condoms, lubricant, and uh, several mechanical things that he never suspected Reid to have any knowledge of. There was also a very uncompromising picture of Morgan that Hotch doubted anyone else was ever meant to see.
Hotch swallowed hard. Well. This changed things.
Hotch dialed Reid’s phone.
“Hello?”
“It’s Hotch. I think, uh, we have the wrong suitcases.”
“Are you s…,” the genius cut off. There was silence for a moment.
“I suppose I can give it you tomorrow at work,” Hotch continued, trying to lessen the sheer awkwardness of the situation.
“What? Oh yeah, sure Hotch.”
“Are…you okay?” A pause.
“Did you open my bag by any chance?”
Hotch’s heart thumped in his chest. He decided he might as well come clean.
“I had to open it to find out whose it was.” He felt like a guilty man.
“I see,” Reid said as there was silence again.
“Well, we’ll exchange them in the morning,” Hotch tried to end the conversation.
“Okay, Hotch,” the genius replied, “oh and one more thing.”
“Yes?”
“I didn’t know Rossi had such great legs.”
Click.
Hotch froze.
What did he leave in his bag?
Oh shit.
It was going to be a long night.
#411-write about the unopened journal
It was obvious that Reid was a lover of the spoken word. His shelves were lined with novels, some old and some new ones were crammed into the space. There were notebooks upon notebooks, filled with college notes he had taken at Cal-Tech, and there were some that were resolved for BAU cases and seemed to serve as a working notebook as well.
He was more interested, however, in the more creative and non-work notebooks that Reid kept. There were some that contained mathematical anomalies that Reid spent time trying to determine. Some had sketches of mechanical things that fascinated him. There was even some poetry here and there, but to Morgan, it was too perfect. It seemed machine done and not really free-flowing. Maybe that was just his preference.
There was a journal/notebook that was setting by itself on a nightstand. It looked brand new, unlike any of the other faded and worn notebooks that Reid had. It looked kind of trendy, unlike Reid would use, and maybe even a little expensive. Curious, Morgan opened it up to find it was completely empty. The spine wasn’t even worn.
Looking closer, he realized why. Inscribed in the front page was a greeting and a happy birthday wish to the genius…from his father. Glancing over the date, Morgan saw it was the year after he had moved out of their home.
That definitely made sense.
He heard Reid come in the door and he set the journal back in its place.
Some things were meant to be left unopened.
#513-write about the mistaken assumption-Morgan/Reid
He might not have been the most up-to-date with popular music, but Derek liked to think he was pretty good at it. He visited the clubs and could usually name what songs were being played.
To him, it was obvious that Spencer didn’t follow music as faithfully as him. The genius still played records in his apartment and had a very eclectic taste. Sometimes, Derek didn’t even want to know what he was playing. Once, it sounded like something was dying on the record player.
So, all these facts contributed to their dinner conversation the other night.
“Yeah, so my sis is thinking of taking up singing,” he said as they ate Spencer’s cooked lasagna.
“Really? I thought she wanted to try and get promoted at that PetSmart job.”
“Nah. She’s really into Lady Gaga and it kind of encouraged her to start taking singing lessons,” Derek responded and paused, “Oh, she’s this new singer who is really pop…”
“I know who Lady Gaga is, Derek,” Spencer narrowed his eyes a little.
“Oh, I kind of assumed that you didn’t.”
“Oh really? She is most known for her break-out numbers “Just Dance” and “Pokerface.” They were off her 2008 album The Fame, which won two Grammy’s, one for Best Electronic/Dance Album and one for Best Dance Recording. Her birth name is Stefani Joanne Angelina Germanotta but chose the name Lady Gaga as her stage name, with Gaga inspired by the Queen song “Radio Ga Ga” and Lady actually by a mistaken spelling between her and her original music producer Rob Fusari. Recently, Fusari decided to…”
“Okay, okay,” Derek laughed and held up his hands, “I get it.”
“I find her synthetic beats and vocals very beguiling and optimistic.”
“What’s your favorite song, genius?” Derek was grinning now.
“What?”
“You heard me, Spencer. What’s your favorite song?”
“Well, I really liked, uh, ‘Pokerface’ because it was, um, about poker. But I found out later that it, uh, wasn’t…”
Derek held back his laughter.
“Now, I seem to really like ‘Bad Romance.’”
Derek burst into laughter at the sincerity of his Pretty Boy. Spencer, as usual, looked a little confused and pouted slightly.
“I’ll give you a bad romance!” he laughed and tackled Spencer.
Author: rowena_dawson
Rating: R/FRM
Characters/Pairings: Morgan/Reid and on #4, the addition of Hotch/Rossi
Warnings: adult themes, angst, language, implied slash
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters. I put them back when I am done.
Summary: Here are six ficlets prompted from staringout. (I'm a little sad, they haven't updated in two days... :(
#408-“I’m sorry to bother you, but I couldn’t think of anyone else to ask.”
Spencer’s car had finally died. After years of faithful service, Tesla had wheezed her last tired wheeze. Unfortunately, this meant he didn’t have a ride home. He stood shivering in the parking lot, weighing his options.
He dug out his cell phone. He really didn’t want to bother the team, it was a Friday night and they were probably all at home already. He found Morgan’s number. Well, he could give it a shot and call in a favor.
“Hello?”
He hadn’t expected him to pick up on the first ring and was a little flustered.
“Oh h-h-hey. I’m sorry to bother you, but I couldn’t think of anyone else to ask.”
“Alright. What’s up?”
“My car died. Can I have a ride home?”
“Sure, man. Where are you?”
“I’m still at work. Look, I know it’s late and that you are probably busy…”
“Whoa whoa, take it easy. I said I’d help you. Besides, what makes you think I’m busy?”
“You’re Derek Morgan….and it’s Friday night. I don’t think I’m too out of line to assume you would be.”
“Haha. Hold on, I’ll be there in about ten. I’m actually in the area.”
Spencer was nervous to say the least. He had had a pretty bad crush on Derek for a while. Knowing the man was straighter than Bon Jovi, he hadn’t acted, but that didn’t mean he didn’t felt different.
He heard the roaring of a motorcycle and felt his mouth go slack-jawed when he saw Derek riding up, wearing a leather jacket.
“Hey there, Pretty Boy,” he yelled over the roar of the engine, “ready to leave?”
“On that?” He felt his legs shake a little.
“Yeah, it’s great!” he revved the engine for emphasis, “get on! Oh wait, you might want to wear this.” He held up a motorcycle helmet.
Spencer took a deep breath and took it. He felt awkward as he climbed on behind Derek, but the man was surprisingly patient.
“You ready?”
“Umm….not really.”
Derek laughed and winked at him.
“Hold on to me, Spencer, and enjoy the ride.”
#412-write about the hardest decision your character has ever made-Morgan/Reid
With the doctor’s words reverberating through his head, Spencer sealed the envelope and scrawled his lover’s name on it.
Afraid of changing his mind, he turned away quickly and shut the door behind him. It sounded like a final toll of the clock.
It wasn’t until he was settled and traveling did he feel the tears start to well. He was alone on that bus, probably because it was 3 in the morning, but he couldn’t seem to let all the emotion go.
He cursed his eidetic memory for the millionth time in his life as moments in time flashed before his eyes. The first kiss. The awkward first date. The first time they’d made love together. Work and cases together. Plans of their new life. The changes he started feeling. The Fight. The Doctor Visit. The expected (for Spencer) but unwelcome diagnosis. More fighting. His lover’s words of love and encouragement. His lover’s face in bed before he left.
He should turn around and go straight back home to the man that loved him. Instead, he was traveling away to protect the man from himself. Spencer would never tell him, but he didn’t want the other man to have to deal with the disease that he had to. It was out of love he was leaving.
He knew that his lover wouldn’t read the letter for another three hours or so. And then, it would be too late for him to find him.
In his mind, he could see Derek bent over the letter, hands on his head in grief. He could see his anger, smashing dishes, pots, and maybe even a wall. He could see him collapsing on the ground, his tears slowly forming as he pushed them away, embarrassed even in his own home.
Spencer didn’t hold back his tears anymore as sorrow racked his body.
#486- “Then he said, ‘Trust me,’ and I was stupid enough to do it.”-Morgan/Reid
It wasn’t rare for an agent to be in the hospital. It was however, unusual when one of the agents lands in the hospital because of a stupid accident. Even more unusual when it was another agent’s idea.
“So, you just, hanging out in hospital’s now?” Garcia teased Spencer, who was lying in the bed. His arm was broken, hanging in a sling, and he had two cracked ribs.
“Yeah, you seem to be here a lot, Reid,” Prentiss added in.
“Haha,” he pouted. He was in too much pain, not accepting a lot of pain medication, to really have intelligent responses.
“As your superior,” Hotch’s brow wrinkled, “I need to know exactly what happened between you and Derek.”
Some of the team snickered. Hotch lowered his eyebrow.
“What are you…” the light bulb went off in Spencer’s head, “oh…OH! No!”
The team started laughing.
“It’s not because of anything like that,” Reid added in, lying back against the bed, “if you must know, it was his fault though.”
“Okay….spill,” Garcia, Prentiss, and J.J. huddled around him like girls at a sleepover. Hotch had an expression of contempt. Rossi just looked confused.
“Derek wanted to take the motorcycle home yesterday. I said fine. He decided to show off and I told him to stop messing around with the bike, one of us might get hurt. He said, ‘Trust me,’ and I was stupid enough to do it.”
“Reid, you should know better by now,” Rossi piped in, “then to trust Morgan.”
The girls laughed.
“Yeah well,” Spencer yawned and tried to shift. He choked back the pain.
Later, the team left and he lay back in bed. He was almost asleep when another visitor came in. Spencer looked up to see Derek, limping on a bad leg and connected to an IV. Spencer doubted if he was allowed to be doing that.
“Hey Spencer,” Derek groaned in pain as he walked over, “I’m just down the hall three rooms.”
“Good. Wouldn’t want you pulling any IVs out.”
“Look,” Derek came over to the side of Spencer’s bed, “I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean for this to happen.”
“I know. It’s okay,” Spencer hushed him with a kiss, “I know.”
Derek smiled sadly.
“Oh, the team had some clever ideas about what happened though…”
Derek made a face.
“Oh god, I’m never gonna live this down, am I?”
Spencer laughed.
“Doesn’t seem like it.”
#332-write about the past hurt-Morgan/Reid
Early on, Derek and Spencer had kind of made an unspoken agreement to keep their past relationships a secret. This was primarily due to Derek’s overly protective nature, but also because Derek had very little experience with men before he met Spencer.
Derek came home early on Saturday to hear faint crying in the direction of their bedroom. He quietly but quickly made his way over the door and opened it just enough to see inside.
Spencer was sitting on the bed, holding something and crying very softly. He had to know.
“Spencer, baby?”
The genius had jumped and hid the object behind his back. His eyes were swollen and red from crying.
“Hey Derek.”
“Don’t ‘hey Derek’ me like nothing is wrong,” Derek closed the distance between them and sat down next to him, resting his arm around him, “tell me everything.”
“We agreed not to talk about our past.”
“It doesn’t seem like the past right now to me.”
Spencer sniffled and was silent for a moment. Then he pulled the object from what was behind his back. It was a picture of a dark-haired man.
“Roger was…my first real boyfriend. He was great, really great for a long time. But he became very abusive. It took…a lot of encouragement from friends for me to finally leave.”
Derek burned anger on the inside, but he remained still and silent on the outside.
“Why now?” he asked.
“I…I just ran into the man he’d started dating after me. God, Derek, he looked so horrible. I looked at him straight in the eyes. There was nothing there, Derek. He was just…gone…” He started to sob and buried his face in Derek’s frame.
“That’s not you, Pretty Boy,” Derek soothed him, “You’re mine now. I’m not ever gonna let anyone hurt you. Come here.”
He wrapped his arms around Spencer and rocked him. He felt him go from his stiffened posture to melting into his body. It soothed him to let him know that he was there to help him through this.
#314-You come home from a trip and realize you have the wrong suitcase-
Hotch was simply thrilled to be home again. He put off real work for a while and played with Jack before tucking him in.
He set his suitcase on his bed to unpack. Slowly, however, he realized it wasn’t his things he saw. Sure it was the same on the outside, but inside, it couldn’t be more different.
Sighing, he knew whose it was. Reid’s. Who else would pack seven novels for one trip?
He started to fold everything back when something caught his eye. There was a small zipper in the left-corner under the clothing. His bag didn’t have that.
Curiosity got the best of him as he couldn’t resist the urge to pull open the zipper and pull out the small black box. He really shouldn’t be doing this, but he already rooted through the suitcase, anyway, so he might as well open the box too.
Hotch drew a breath.
It was Reid’s little “home away from home” dirty little secret. Inside were several extra-lubricated condoms, lubricant, and uh, several mechanical things that he never suspected Reid to have any knowledge of. There was also a very uncompromising picture of Morgan that Hotch doubted anyone else was ever meant to see.
Hotch swallowed hard. Well. This changed things.
Hotch dialed Reid’s phone.
“Hello?”
“It’s Hotch. I think, uh, we have the wrong suitcases.”
“Are you s…,” the genius cut off. There was silence for a moment.
“I suppose I can give it you tomorrow at work,” Hotch continued, trying to lessen the sheer awkwardness of the situation.
“What? Oh yeah, sure Hotch.”
“Are…you okay?” A pause.
“Did you open my bag by any chance?”
Hotch’s heart thumped in his chest. He decided he might as well come clean.
“I had to open it to find out whose it was.” He felt like a guilty man.
“I see,” Reid said as there was silence again.
“Well, we’ll exchange them in the morning,” Hotch tried to end the conversation.
“Okay, Hotch,” the genius replied, “oh and one more thing.”
“Yes?”
“I didn’t know Rossi had such great legs.”
Click.
Hotch froze.
What did he leave in his bag?
Oh shit.
It was going to be a long night.
#411-write about the unopened journal
It was obvious that Reid was a lover of the spoken word. His shelves were lined with novels, some old and some new ones were crammed into the space. There were notebooks upon notebooks, filled with college notes he had taken at Cal-Tech, and there were some that were resolved for BAU cases and seemed to serve as a working notebook as well.
He was more interested, however, in the more creative and non-work notebooks that Reid kept. There were some that contained mathematical anomalies that Reid spent time trying to determine. Some had sketches of mechanical things that fascinated him. There was even some poetry here and there, but to Morgan, it was too perfect. It seemed machine done and not really free-flowing. Maybe that was just his preference.
There was a journal/notebook that was setting by itself on a nightstand. It looked brand new, unlike any of the other faded and worn notebooks that Reid had. It looked kind of trendy, unlike Reid would use, and maybe even a little expensive. Curious, Morgan opened it up to find it was completely empty. The spine wasn’t even worn.
Looking closer, he realized why. Inscribed in the front page was a greeting and a happy birthday wish to the genius…from his father. Glancing over the date, Morgan saw it was the year after he had moved out of their home.
That definitely made sense.
He heard Reid come in the door and he set the journal back in its place.
Some things were meant to be left unopened.
#513-write about the mistaken assumption-Morgan/Reid
He might not have been the most up-to-date with popular music, but Derek liked to think he was pretty good at it. He visited the clubs and could usually name what songs were being played.
To him, it was obvious that Spencer didn’t follow music as faithfully as him. The genius still played records in his apartment and had a very eclectic taste. Sometimes, Derek didn’t even want to know what he was playing. Once, it sounded like something was dying on the record player.
So, all these facts contributed to their dinner conversation the other night.
“Yeah, so my sis is thinking of taking up singing,” he said as they ate Spencer’s cooked lasagna.
“Really? I thought she wanted to try and get promoted at that PetSmart job.”
“Nah. She’s really into Lady Gaga and it kind of encouraged her to start taking singing lessons,” Derek responded and paused, “Oh, she’s this new singer who is really pop…”
“I know who Lady Gaga is, Derek,” Spencer narrowed his eyes a little.
“Oh, I kind of assumed that you didn’t.”
“Oh really? She is most known for her break-out numbers “Just Dance” and “Pokerface.” They were off her 2008 album The Fame, which won two Grammy’s, one for Best Electronic/Dance Album and one for Best Dance Recording. Her birth name is Stefani Joanne Angelina Germanotta but chose the name Lady Gaga as her stage name, with Gaga inspired by the Queen song “Radio Ga Ga” and Lady actually by a mistaken spelling between her and her original music producer Rob Fusari. Recently, Fusari decided to…”
“Okay, okay,” Derek laughed and held up his hands, “I get it.”
“I find her synthetic beats and vocals very beguiling and optimistic.”
“What’s your favorite song, genius?” Derek was grinning now.
“What?”
“You heard me, Spencer. What’s your favorite song?”
“Well, I really liked, uh, ‘Pokerface’ because it was, um, about poker. But I found out later that it, uh, wasn’t…”
Derek held back his laughter.
“Now, I seem to really like ‘Bad Romance.’”
Derek burst into laughter at the sincerity of his Pretty Boy. Spencer, as usual, looked a little confused and pouted slightly.
“I’ll give you a bad romance!” he laughed and tackled Spencer.