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12:45 pm Alba City Train Station
Every time Spencer left the train station it was always flooded with people. He would always have to keep his guard up in case someone would try to pick-pocket him. None the less he was happy to be out of some political meeting and happy to spend time with his eccentrically perky boyfriend.
He reached into his pants pocket and pulled out his phone to text if Pyotr was either at his apartment or was out and about somewhere in the city.
I just got into Alba City are you still at the apartment.
Spencer wondered if he was in the middle of recording one of his daily vlogs, he might be too preoccupied to get his message. At thought of his green haired partner, he began chuckling on what new thing he was suddenly flailing over now. In most of his videos he would gush over some of the littlest things. He remembers the one time he saw him gushing over a slice of strawberry cheesecake from a small café.
As the blonde begins to walk out of the train station, he suddenly gets a tinge of suspicion. He kept getting the sense that he was being watched as he kept moving towards the exit. When Spencer finally makes it outside of the station, he stops to take a breath and checks his phone for the time.
Right when he about to insert is phone back into his pocket he suddenly is blinded by the touch of unknown figure’s hands. Spencer immediately startled and jumps to the unsuspected stranger’s actions. However, he starts to hear the stranger giddily giggling behind him and instantly recognizes the cheerful tone of the so called “stranger”.
“Guess~ Who~?” the “stranger” said in a ditzy voice.
“Pyotr.” Spencer replied to is enthusiastic captor.
“YES! Correct! 10 points!” the hyper social media star said in the most flamboyant gesture possible.
“Were you here waiting for me this whole time? I could have meet you at the apartment.”
“Buts that no fun, I couldn’t take waiting for you there. I wanted to meet you when you finally got off.” Flashing a bright gleeful smile at the blonde in front of him.
Spencer stared at his green haired star and became dazed to his words then averted his gaze to hide the small flush of pink forming on his face. Unsuccessful, Pyotr gives a cheeky chesire grin and chuckles at the reaction of his partner.
They both decided to take a stroll around Alba City since they were already out. They strolled around some of the metropolis of city then walked along a wide bridge near the riverfront.
Pyotr was immensely engrossed in the scenery and would and would simultaneously take pictures, while Spencer gradually began to be engulfed by the atmosphere of the city.
In all of Spencer’s life he has never been in such a vibrant city. Sure, he was aware that most of the places and people in the city were more hostile and vastly different than those from Herschel City. However, there seems to be more colorful and brighter here than back home. It always seemed like a normal sunny day.
No wonder Tuesday ran away to Alba. Compared to what she experienced back at home, she seemed to really break from her porcelain shell. Whether being reprimanded and ignored by Mama, Tuesday would look like a doll all alone in a docile house. Mama always felt like a looming cloud over her. Over both of them. He’s just glad she at least had found something that makes her feel happy. That makes her feel free.
They continued their walk downtown with chatting until a monumental gasp escape Pyotr lips. He frantically begins pointing at a clothing store about 7 feet away.
“No way! There’s a sale going on at Anteros! Spencer can we please go in there please pretty pretty please!” Pyotr gave the blonde such a puppy face that would give Marley a run for his money.
Spencer undeniably gave in to the green haired puppy dog and they both went inside the store.
The store was filled to the brim with designer clothes, luxurious make for men and women, and eye-catching accessories. Pyotr immediately begins hoping and rushing around the store touching and trying on anything he sees. It was like watching kid in a playground.
Spencer softly smiles at him and lets him takes his time while he himself looks around the store to see if there was anything Tuesday might like as a gift for her and Carole recording their debut song.
While Pyotr is continuously browsing around the store and trying on any accessories he can get his hands own, he hears a sudden shriek and is approached by two possible fangirls.
“No way. Your Pyotr?!” One said becoming more and more starstruck by the web celebrity.
“W-we are hug fans; we follow you all over Insta and Twitter!” The other one said unable contain her excitement.
“Can we please take a selfie with you.”
Pyotr, always happy to see any of his fans and followers, was delighted to take selfies with them. “Of course, anything for my fans.”
All three of them where next to each other holding up their phones with Pyotr doing his signature “Pow” pose.
As Spencer returned to find Pyotr, with something that would fit Tuesday’s style, he saw him taking and flashing pictures with the two girls.
When looking at all three of them he wasn’t specifically jealous of the two girls. It obviously came with the territory of dating a celebrity and they clearly looked like harmless fangirls. However, he did feel a tad bit envious of them being able to take a picture of someone you truly admired. This would only come to hurt him if his mother found out being involved with such a hyperactively open person nonetheless dating him.
These overarching thoughts were caused Spencer to become drastically uncomfortable and unnerving. The blonde tries to pull himself out of his pessimistic thoughts and bring back his content and heartfelt mannerism so Pyotr wouldn’t notice. He continues browsing for anything Tuesday or Pyotr might like until he feels a vibration in his pocket.
He reaches down into his pants pocket and grabs his phone. Spencer looks to see who the caller is and his whole body goes numb.
It was Mama.
Spencer uncontrollably looks down on the phone as it continuously vibrates in his hands unaware of what to do.
Mama. Why is she calling me? I thought we settled everything we needed at the meeting?!
His thoughts were spiraling out of control not knowing if he should answer her call or just ignore her. Spencer looked up at Pyotr, still taking his photo shots with his fans, then back to his phone then slowly back to Pyotr.
He finally came to his decision and pressed the ignored buttoned. He felt slight regret as he felt his phone come to a silence.
As he began to walk towards Pyotr and his fans, taking their last flash of pictures, he saw another flash come from behind him. Spencer rapidly turned his head where he thought he heard the flash, but all he saw were customers shopping.
When Pyotr finished saying his goodbye and getting his friends usernames, he cheerfully walked over and spotted Spencer. “Hey Spence, look at all the pics me and my fans took! Isn’t its cu- “Pyotr stopped mid-sentence to realize that his boyfriend had suddenly gone stiff and his expression discouraging causing his expression to also change to that of concerned.
“Hey are you ok?” His worrying voice snap Spencer out from his anxious trance and back to his sweetheart.
“I-t’s nothing.” Spencer’s words stammering but tries to remain calm not to trouble or ruin Pyotr's enjoyment.
Unable to buy what Spencer is selling, Pyotr tries to pry a little more to comfort him. However, Spencer simply gives Pyotr a warm, but somewhat, weak smile. “I’m all right just a little tired that’s all why don’t we head back to the apartment” he says to him softly.
Not sure whether to prod more, Pyotr returns his smile, finish their purchases, and head back to his apartment.
As they began walking Pyotr happily was telling him all about what his next vlogs will be in a motion restoring his energetic nature, Spencer listened smiling at the wacky gestures his boyfriend was doing. The sound of his lover began to fall into the background he fells his phone from the inside of his pocket, stirring agonizing feeling that his decision will soon come to bite him.
When the finally make it to their destination, the sun begins to set.