Every opportunity we got, we were making out. I was feeling things I didn’t quite understand, and my teenage hormones were on edge. I felt like a seventeen year old boy, but I couldn’t help it. Everything about this girl amazed me to no end. I couldn’t get enough of her. When we were apart, we’d be on the phone with each other. I never felt like I couldn’t live without someone before, but now she was attached at my hip.

We were getting real good at sneaking around too. I could pin her to the wall and know exactly when to get off in time for Mr. C to walk by. He didn’t know anything about us, thank god. Instead, he treated me like his second daughter. Part of me felt bad for sneaking around, but I knew Spencer was out of her mind with fear if we ever got caught, even if she wouldn’t tell me that. I knew. I knew her. I knew that when she was sad she won’t look at you or talk much. Or she would forget her problems by focusing on something else. I knew that she said she didn’t like to be held when we slept, but in her sleep she loved it when I draped my arms around her and pulled her into me. I also knew the small gestures that Spencer would let me use to help her. It wasn’t much, and I was still waiting for this girl to break down her walls, but I’ll wait forever if I have too…