Spencer's POV

I stood in the pool shocked as to what just happened.

I was going to kiss Alex…again[i[! I don't even know if I wanted to the first time.

…That's what we're supposed to be talking about, the first kiss and we almost had our second! This 'just friends' thing isnot doing so good.

But he didn't kiss me? Did I do something wrong…Did I offend him?

Oh shit he's kind of waiting for me to get out of the pool...

I started walking towards the stairs again, blushing as I could feel him watching me.

"Ready?" He asked after I had dried myself off the best I could and had wrapped a towel around myself, hanging my dress over my arm. I nodded not wanting to speak; I was hurt and nervous and mad.

Back in the room he went straight for the fridge, pulling out a bottle of water; I honestly was surprised.

"Do you mind if I take a quick shower?"

"No, go ahead, let me just grab my clothes out of there." He said walking towards the bathroom and pulling out a few stray items. "All yours." He said allowing me to pass by him to get to the shower.

I turned the shower on, keeping my clothes on as it warmed up; just in case. Inside the shower I relaxed.

Showers had to be therapeutic in some way; they always made my thoughts so cleared, relaxed me, put things in perspective, allowed me to just not think of anything. It was like when I was listening to music, but without the possibility of something reminding me of a bad memory.

Once I was out of the shower I was relaxed, again willing to hear Alex out, as I changed into a pair of UW Milwaukee sweats, a white tank top and my red 'Free Hugs' hood.

I stood in the doorway that connected the bedroom to the living room for a few minutes, watching Alex writing on a random pad of paper. He had the look that I was accustomed to seeing on myself when I was trying to write something; like your putting all your energy on the pencil in your hand, begging it to write faster to keep up with the words flowing through your head, blocking out the entire world because at the moment you're totally lost in what you're doing.

"Alex?" I asked quietly, hoping not too scare him too badly.

He jumped slightly, wrote a bit more and then turned to face me. He took a minute to look over my entire outfit from top to bottom. "What're the Panthers?"

"They're my school's mascot." I said looking down at the words written on my leg.

"Where do you go to school?" he asked, looking very interested.

"I go to UW Milwaukee." I smiled nervously.

"What're you going to be?"

"Well I'm majoring in graphic design and advertisement and then minoring in business; I want to do something, anything, with graphic design."

"Are you good?"

"I don't know…maybe." I said sheepishly, scratching the back of my leg with the opposite foot as I leaned against the door frame.

"I think you are." He said confidently, flashing me a smile that was enough to make you melt.

"How could you possibly know?"

"Just a gut feeling." He said getting up from his spot at the kitchen counter. "Come sit with me?" He asked once he sat down on the couch.

I nodded my head and crossed the room sitting on the other end of the rather small couch.

We sat silently for a moment, in a bit of an awkward silence, until he broke it. "So you wanted to talk about earlier?"

"Well kind of…" I said picking at my nails; a nasty habit I've had since I was younger.

"Kind of?" He asked confused.

"Well, it's more I don't know what to talk about really."

"What're you thinking?" He probed.

"Just friends is not working out so hot." I said, making him chuckle.

"I'm sorry for that." He said amused.

"S'okay." I replied still not looking up.

"Do you regret it?"

I looked up at him and looked him in the eyes. "Kind of…" I watched as his face fell. "Only because I don't really know if I can handle being in a relationship right now and then if you factor in that we barely know each other and well I guess the kiss might mislead you…hurt you."

"So you still don't know if you want to be with me?" He asked with a mix of anger and confusion.

"I don't want to say yes…but I don't know."

"So when you held my hand in the elevator that was just…nothing?"

"I don't know Alex." I responded again quietly. "What about the almost kiss? Why'd you stop?"

"I figured if I kissed you again I'd be pushing my luck; pushing you too far. Aside from the fact that we were supposed to be talking about the first kiss then."

"Oh." I responded, amazed at his self-control.

"Yeah, I really like you Spencer; please give me a chance?"

"Let me get to know you? The real you. I'll have my answer in the morning by the latest." I responded looking up at him hopefully.

He sat in silence for a few moments, contemplating. "So you're staying the night?"

"As long as you'll let me." I said smiling.

"Fine." Alex replied, smirking. "What do you want to know?"

"All sorts of things."

Over an hour later we were still sitting on the couch talking. "Okay so any broken bones?" He asked.

"When I was eleven I was playing on the monkey bars with my friends at the time. We were trying to see who could do the coolest tricks; so I being the brave one climbed on top of them and sat there. When I tried to get off I fell and broke my arm. I can remember hearing the bone snap." I responded taking a sip of the water bottle he had brought me.

"Gross gross gross." He said shutting his eyes.

"Oh hush. What about you?"

"When I was fifteen, we were at band practice and I was just messing around jumping around and stuff to some random Blink song when my foot got twisted in the mic cord. I don't know how it happened after that, I just remember falling and not being able to get up."

"Help I've fallen and I can't get up." I whispered under my breath, imitating the old lady commercial.

"You did not just do that." He said in disbelief.

I blushed and smiled. "And if I did?"

"Well then…you're lame." He said making me laugh.

"Well I'm thoroughly insulted Alex." I laughed with him thinking of the commercial. "Alright well what are your favorite foods?"

"Pizza, for sure, and probably steak or sushi."

"Oh yum! Except for the pizza, pasta's better." I smiled.

"You're crazy." He concluded seriously.

We kept talking like that, asking each other random questions from favorite color; mine was green and his was blue. Favorite football team; my favorite were the Patriots while his were the Ravens. We talked about our goals for our lives; I wanted to be happy, he wanted to grow boobs…just kidding (Although he did say that.), he wanted to make music and tour for the rest of his life. We talked about our family and our friends.

It was almost three in the morning when we started winding down. Over the course of the time I had decided that there was more to Alex than a perve, although that dominated, and that he really could be sweet. He was a democrat, he was a great listener, and that he was ridiculously funny. I was sold on Alex, although it really wasn't a surprise; everything was easy with Alex, effortless.

"Well we should get some sleep, it's almost three." Alex said brining me back to the present.

"Oh, that sounds like a very good idea actually." I agreed.

"I'll sleep out on the couch; you can take the bed. This way it wont be awkward." He said smiling.

And he's a gentleman…at times. I added to my mental list.

I nodded my head, and headed towards the room with Alex. I stood behind him as he pulled an extra blanket from the closet to take with him.

"Sweet dreams Spencer Leigh." He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into a hug.

"Good night, Alex." I said into his chest not letting go.

He pressed his lips gently on top of my head and let me go slowly. "Get some sleep."

I watched him go out to the couch for a moment and then climbed under the covers myself.

Lying awake for the last ten minutes, I couldn't sleep. I was lonely, I didn't want to sleep alone.

Why did I agree to this? I mentally hissed at myself.

After much debate, I decided I wouldn't get any sleep unless I did this…

I got up from the bed and walked quietly into the living room of the hotel room "Alex?" I whispered into the semi-dark room, lit only by moonlight.

"Spencer, you're awake?" He asked rolling over to face me.

I nodded at him, "Move over."

He moved over on the couch to allow me to lay next to him. Squishing into the room available my entire body was pressed tightly against his warm one; I laid my head on his chest and he wrapped his arms around me. "So I take it this is your yes, you'll be with me?" I nodded my head, and he chuckled. "Good, I was going crazy not knowing." He kissed my forehead quickly.