Spencer x Reader “Shes not my girlfriend… even if I want her to be… She’s my best friend, she rocks my world. I want to tell her but I just cant find the time nor the words” “Oh for gods sake kiss the girl!”
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“Your girlfriend is beautiful,” the barista muses as Spencer watches you play your guitar and sing in a little coffeehouse just outside of town.
“Oh, no no no… she-she’s not my girlfriend,” Spencer says as the barista sets another coffee down for him.
“Really? I could’ve sworn by the way you were looking at her,” she smiled warmly.
“I mean… she’s not-…even if I wanted her to be, it just-”
Your lilting high note caught his attention as he whipped his head back to see you, and he took you in completely: your nimble fingers strumming your old guitar, your eyes closed as you internalize every note and lyrics, the way your back sat straight despite sitting on a mere stool.
“She’s my best friend…” Spencer trails off.
“You should tell her, you know,” the barista says as she sits down next to him.
“She could rock your world,” the barista teased.
Spencer chuckled lightly at her as he watched you finish your song. He stood to his feet and clapped for you, and he watched your face blush before flipping your music over and beginning your last song.
“I want to tell her, I-I-I just…”
“…can’t find the right time or words?” the barista finished.
“Yeah,” Spencer breathed as he watched you start in on the chorus.
This song always seemed to tug at his heart.
“Now I know he’ll never leave me even though he runs away.He will still torment me, calm me, hurt me… move me, come what may.”
It was then that you raised your eyes to meet Spencer’s, and it was the first time that he felt as if you were singing right to him.
And the words shook him to his core.
“Wasting in my lonely tower and waiting by an open door, I’ll fool myself, he’ll walk right in, and be with me for evermore.”
Everyone was entranced with your connection with him. The small coffee-drinking audience began to look back and forth between the two of you, and as the sound of your guitar built, so did your voice.
And so did the tears in Spencer’s eyes.
“Now I know he’ll never leave me even as he fades from view. He will still inspire me, be a part of everything I do.”
Spencer’s hands were trembling in his lap as he slowly stood to his feet.
And your gaze never wavered from his as the tears began rushing down your face.
“Wasting in my lonely tower, waiting by an open door. I’ll fool myself, she’ll walk right in. And as the long, long nights begin, I’ll think of all that might have been… waiting here for evermore.”
As you strummed your last chord, you stood to your feet as the entire coffeehouse fell silent. Spencer walked up to you as you wrapped your guitar around your back, and he took your fatigued hands within his trembling ones as he took in a breath to say something.
But, the barista said it all from the back.
“Oh, for god’s sake, kiss the girl!”
And the entire coffeehouse cheered at her statement.
“You heard the girl,” you breathed.
And Spencer took you in his arms as he pressed his lips with yours.