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The song on the side is what is playing when Billy first turns on the stereo! Hope y'all enjoy this chapter! Make sure to comment and vote!

Spencer’s P.OV.

                I was pacing up and down the kitchen, looking up at the clock every few seconds. Time didn’t move. It stayed unbearably still. Why couldn’t it be five thirty already? This waiting was killing me. I wanted this night to start and be over with already. I knew this night would be filled with my nervousness and awkwardness that I was learning to control but tonight was going to be my real test. I was having dinner with Billy’s parents. The people that walked in on me and Billy the morning after we had sex.  We were completely naked. I was glad that there was a sheet, conveniently, covering our sensitive areas. I think I would die if they saw anything of mine. You just couldn’t come back from that.

“Spencer, it’s going to be alright.” Grandma said, coming into the kitchen and breaking me from my thoughts. “His parents will love you.” Easy for her to say. They didn’t meet her naked but Grandma didn’t know about that. Now, that would be extremely embarrassing.

                I also had to worry about embarrassing myself even more.  I was always saying and doing embarrassing things.

“What if I make a fool out of myself?” I asked, hoping for some helpful insight.

“Then be a lovable fool.” Grandma said, simply. Not helpful at all, Grandma, I thought. She smiled and looked at the time on the stove. “You better get going. That clock is ten minutes behind.”

“Aw, man.” I said, realizing I was going to be late. “Bye, Grandma.”

“Bye, dear.” Grandma called out to my retreating back. Hurriedly I walked/ ran to Billy’s house. I knocked on the door and waited for an answer. Thankfully it was Billy who answered.

“Hey.” I breathed. His smile made me breathless.

“Hi, love.” Billy greeted, planting a delicate kiss on my lips. I blushed, secretly hating how bad I was blushing.

“Where are your parents?” I asked, not seeing or hearing them.

“They got called into work so it’s just you and me.” Billy smiled.

“I like that a lot.” I said, wrapping my arms around his waist. After he closed the door, he wrapped his arms around my neck. I was only a mere inch from his face, his beautiful face. His emerald green eyes showed his boundless love for me. I wanted to stare at them all day. My heart was starting to race. The butterflies in my stomach flew throughout my whole body. I was sure he felt that way too. I could feel it form the electricity radiating off of him. Then the moment was ruined because a stupid, annoying beep sounded in the kitchen. He tilted his forehead into mine, and groaned.

“I have to get that or the house will burn down.”

“I wouldn’t mind.” I commented. He chuckled, kissing me on the forehead. I moaned, softly at the gesture. He pulled away, reluctantly and I watched him go into the kitchen. A moment later, he came back in.

“Do you want to eat now or should we wait?”

                I took his hand, giving it a light squeeze and brought him over to the couch. I sat down and pulled him on top of me. His legs straddled my hips and one hand was placed on my cheek. He gave me a deep look with his glassy eyes and kissed my slightly parted lips. I expected his tongue to slide thorugh but it never came. His smooth lips kissed my cheek and chin all the way down to the crook of my neck. I moaned, feeling tiny electric shocks rock through me, making me feel weak all over. After regaining some strength return to me, I rolled over on top of him. I kissed the sweet spot on his neck. He moaned and shook underneath me. I smiled, loving the effect I had on him. Then I stopped kissing him. He looked up at me almost pouting. I gave him a long kiss on his protruding lips.

“Dinner?” I asked after I pulled away. Slowly he nodded his head. I helped Billy up and we walked in the kitchen, holding hands. The kitchen was darkened with only a red candle on the table emitting a shimmering light around the room. The light cascaded on the walls, casting a strange glow on the room. On the table, a white table cloth with plates delicately set in place. The whole atmosphere was romantic and I felt my heart swell at the sight of it.

“Do you like it?” Billy asked, wrapping his arms around my waist. I nodded, speechless. “Oh, wait!” He unwrapped from around me and went over to the stove. Next to the stove was a radio. He turned it on. Music flooded out, immersing us deeper in the romantic atmosphere. I heard the sweet croon of The Perishers play around us. I kissed him when came back over. He smiled through our kiss. He, then pulled me over to the table and pulled the chair out. I sat down, blushing. He brought over a pot of spaghetti and a tray of French bread.

“It looks good.” I noted. He beamed as he sat down. We filled our plates and started eating.  I felt his free hand brush against my knee.

“It’s really good, Billy.” I said, after I swallowed the first bite.

“Thanks, love.” Billy smiled. My heart swelled when he called me love.

“So are your parents still okay with us?” I asked, after a few minutes of comfortable silence. Billy laughed.

“My dad is amazingly supportive and my mom…she’ll come around.” He said, swirling the spaghetti on his plate with his fork.

“Is she giving you a hard time?” I asked. Billy scrunched up his cute, little face.

“Not really. She doesn’t want to talk about it. I guess ignorance is bliss.” He looked sad in his green eyes but he face had a composed mask. Underneath the table, I squeezed his hand. He looked up at me, smiling in his eyes now. Then he started to laugh. His laugh had the sexiest drawl I’ve ever heard.

“What’s so funny?” I asked, confused. He leaned over the table, holding a napkin in his hand.

“You have sauce on your face.” He almost giggled and wiped it off. Then I felt a sudden urge as he wiped the smooth, white napkin across my face. I dipped my finger in the sauce and smeared it across Billy’s face.

                Shock briefly fell on his face but he quickly recovered by taking a handful of my spaghetti and throwing it at my face. Without missing a beat, I retaliated. Soon we were in a full-fledged spaghetti war. We covered ourselves and the kitchen in spaghetti.

                I hid underneath the table, trying to dodge the incoming spaghetti. Damn Billy got the big pot before I could.

“I’m out.” He called after a clump fell next to me. Hesitantly, I crawled out from underneath.  Random noodles were hanging in random places. Sauce stained every surface including us. I smiled at Billy, who was looking extremely adorable with all the sauce on his face.

“That escaladed quickly.” Billy said, looking around the kitchen.

“At least we still have bread.” I said, holding up a piece.

“True.” Billy said, coming over to me. He wrapped his arms back around me and just before I took a bite from the bread; Billy grabbed it with his teeth. I glared at him but I felt so turned on by his act. He just smiled, sweetly at me, making my heart turn into a puddle.

                He took off his now wrinkled, white button up shirt. I took a sharp intake of breath as I saw his chest. A sly grin creeping up his face told me he heard. I blushed a bright, red, but luckily the dim light hid my embarrassed face. It didn’t help matters when he started unbuttoning my shirt. A soft swoosh and the cool air let me know that it was off. He grabbed a clean napkin and washed both of our faces off.

“You look so beautiful, Spencer. You always have.” His southern drawl was low and sweet almost like a lullaby.

“Even with I had all those bruises?” I asked, stupidly.

“Even when you had all those bruises.” He murmured. We were holding hands now and Billy pulled me in closer for a quick kiss. The butterflies, which seemed never to quite settle before, were now flying crazily throughout me.

“You wanna watch Aladdin?” Billy asked. His question made the moment more perfect for some strange reason. I smiled and kissed him, giving my answer.

“Yay!” He cheered, after I pulled away. Him and his obsession with kid’s movies. He raced upstairs and was back with the movie in hand before I could grab another piece of bread. He dragged me into the living room and pushed me onto the couch. Smirking, I watched him put in the movie and nibbled on my bread.

                Once the movie started, I wrapped my arms around Billy as he lay across my bare chest with a blanket strewn over top of him. His hand was entangled with mine. We stayed like that for the whole movie. Halfway through, I thought to myself, I could do this the rest of my life. Be with him.

                My heart sank when the movie finished. It was time to go home. I knew I would see him later tonight or in the morning, being away from him sucked no matter the length. Billy seemed sad too because we just laid there for a few more minutes, soaking in the moment.

“I guess we should clean up and get you back home.” Billy finally said, sounding almost like a sad, lost child. I nodded, forgetting about the big mess in the kitchen. That was the biggest pain in the butt to clean. Sauce got everywhere. Every divot in the counter had sauce pooled in it that didn’t want to come out. Billy wasn’t much help because he kept playing with the noodles, making a bigger mess. I just looked at him and thought; yep that’s the love of my life. Eventually we finished cleaning up and started heading back home.

                It was dark enough outside to where we could hold hands and not worry about anyone seeing us. Even though we were out to our families, we didn’t come out to our friends. It was mainly me that was holding us back. I still had earlier fears. Billy didn’t mind. He understood where I was coming from. Gosh, I was so lucky to have him.

“So what is our story?” Billy asked, referring to our spaghetti stained shirts.

“Um…I was planning on winging it, you?” I asked.

“Same here.” He agreed. We walked in the store and up the stairs.

                Immediately, I knew there was something wrong. Everyone was sitting in the living room. Grandma and Aunt Niccole were both red-eyed and sniffling. Grandpa was sitting on the couch with his face in his hands. The air was so tense and depressed, it was hard to breath.

“What’s wrong?” I asked. No one spoke for a moment and I looked around, searching for some sort of answer.

“Son, “Grandpa started, the first to find the courage to speak. “your mother is gone.”

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