Saturday, March 19, 2011

Crackship fiction

There was ice in the rain. It was hitting the windshield hard. Honestly, Gage was glad Spencer came to pick him up. He shivered there in the car.

"What was that all about?" Gage couldn't resist to ask. Was there actually a female in Spencer's life? He hadn't expected it.

"What?" Spencer turned on the engine to the old Oldsmobile which was a bit of a tank. Next he put on the heat.

"You know, that girl?" Gage rubbed his damp shoulders. Then put on the seatbelt.

"Lucy?" He remained mute then.

"Yeah, were you in..a threesome, or something?" Gage joked.

Spencer almost pulled out in front of someone. Actually, it was Lucy and some fellow she was with. Spencer looked startled.

"I wouldn't say that." He said under his breath. They were on their way soon enough. It wasn't that long of a ride to Spencer's.

Gage could sense Spencer was sad, but he brought in a bulk of the groceries. After all, Spencer had grocery shopped. They put the bags of groceries on the table. Spencer put the milk and eggs in the fridge, right away.

Gage could see drops of rain coming off Spencer's hair. He had been splat with a snowflake that melted in his hair. Gage looked over his shoulder and saw the flakes coming down harder out the big window in the livingroom. Perhaps the flakes wouldn't turn into a white blanket, but it was covering signs of spring, so significantly. Yeap, it was snowing.

Gage shivered slightly. He didn't want to ask Spencer anymore questions. Evidently, Spencer had had to share someone with her. He couldn't help but want to be closer to Spencer. There were questions he'd meant to ask. But somehow the moment wouldn't last that long. He touched Spencer's face, drew him in.

It was like an entire different world, seeing Spencer up close. When he found him lips, he had to let Spencer know that he didn't want to share him with anyone.



  1. You are so sweet to do this for me!

  2. Hm... I like the word "splat" as a past tense verb.

  3. cool, I so adore them together.