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He shouldn’t be here.
Spencer found himself being on the other side of the camp. He knows its stupid. He is stupid. But his curiosity was stronger that his prefrontal cortex. He doesn’t even remember what he was so curious about. All he knew is that whatever he wanted was there.
Spencer reached the shore. For a moment he couldn’t move. There is a sunset. I mean , he's seen sunsets before right? Why is this one so beautiful, its beams seem almost sensual. As if its trying to swallow him..no, its..cleansing him? From what tho? He doesn’t need “cleansing” , he's perfectly fine, right?
“beautiful, isn’t it?”
A voice. One that always sounds so calm and smooth, he could drown in it.
Then it hits him. A voice. Shit. He shouldn’t be here. Spencer jumps up (when did he sit down?) and opens his mouth to make some lame excuse or a snarky comment about minding their own business or-or something! But no sound came out.
“what brings you all the way here?”
Fuck. He's on to Spencer.
“uhm, i…was..”
“suspiciously looking at sunsets on the other side of the camp?”
“..so what if I am??”
He tried to sound intimidating. That clearly flopped, because the fucker sat down next to him. They where close, maybe too close. God he's so warm. He wants to die. Why can’t the ground just swallow him and erase him from existence?
What followed was what felt like for Spencer was an uncomfortable silence.
“You do this often?”
“huh?”
“Watching sunsets, I mean.”
“Oh, uh, no not really..”
God, he sounded like a dumbass that can’t even do small talk.
“Then why are u here?”
Why does he have to ask so many questions? Why did he have to find him? Why did he even come here? Great. Now Spencer is bombarding his already overworked mind with questions.
“I don’t know. I could ask you the same thing.”
“Well I come here often to think about what my next move will be. Its kind of hard when you are surrounded by.. not the smartest people.” He admitted.
Fair enough.
Silence. Again.
“Are you going to answer my question?”
Spencer sighed, contemplating about actually answering.
“I suppose I just felt.”
“You felt?” he said while chuckling.
This felt weird for Spencer. Unknown territory. And yet it was like everything slowed down, as if he felt some sort of metaphorical chain fall of his neck. He wanted to be honest.
“Sam”
“Yes?” he finally looked at him.
“Promise not to laugh”
“I promise”
“I feel drawn to you. I don’t know why, but I just am. Maybe its something about how you play. In a way its kinda how I play but.. smarter, more careful maybe even better.” He said sounding ashamed for actually admitting someone is better than him.
“You think I play better?” Sam said curiously.
“From what I can tell your team isn’t even aware that you basically manipulate almost all of the votes and you still manage to come across as a guy who’s nice to everyone and just somehow manages to exist on the majority every time.”
Sam dared not open his mouth and listened carefully.
“I don’t know how to do that. Make people like me. Ive given up on that now. Everyone knows how I play, how I think, how untrustworthy I am,..how much of an asshole I can be.”
“I don’t think you’re an asshole.”
“You sound like you didn’t even watch the last season.” He said giggling.
“I didn’t.” Sam deadpanned
“Seriously?”
“Yep”
“I thought this was a FANS vs FAVORITES season.” He said while pointing at the other and then at himself.
“I only watched to first season.”
“How come?”
“..I’d rather not talk about it”
Silence (yes, again)
It was getting late. He didn’t even notice it got dark. He yawned.
“Tired?”
“no…yes”
Spencer normally doesn’t get tired easily because of all of the hours of studying at 3 AM. I mean its only like 10 PM and yet all he wants to do is let his guard down for once and just let go. Weird.
And so he did. His body brutally betrayed him and let him fall asleep on a shore, wearing his day clothes and his glasses might I add next to an awfully understanding, hot, not to be trusted man with an extraordinary ugly Hawaiian flannel. This is a disaster. What would Nikola Tesla say.
Sam chuckled sweetly.
“Not so tough now, huh?” He whispered
He carefully laid Spencer’s head on the sand and then laid next to him. He looked at the stars for a while before he felt his eyelids getting heavy and then eventually close.
Bonus:
Next morning
Ara was walking down to the shore in her bathing suit to tan until she spotted a blob of green and blue. Curiosity got the better of her and she went to investigate.
“Oh my god, you're joking.” she said to no audience other than herself.
Being the little devil she is he went back to call Nura to witness this. Some others overheard her saying something about it being hilarious and decided to look for themselves.
When they arrived at the so called hilarious sight ( Spencer and Sam cuddling on the sand) everyone was just a bit at a loss for words, except for Nura who was giggling at the stupidity of it and Ara who was cackling. That woke Sam up.
“..where..” he looked around to get a grip of what the fuck is happening.
“shit.” The realization hit hard. All of the memories flooded back again. Spencer. Double shit.
“Spencer” he shook he shoulder rather harshly. “Spence!”
“wha-…” triple shit
*Emily editing this*
“Absolute cinema” she said proudly, knowing this will go up in ratings.