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title: Love Hate Relationship
pairing: Brendon Urie/Spencer Smith
word count: 5000+
author's notes: This was written awhile ago in my old fic journal for maggiesynders based on this picture. I did a little editing to it and am now re-posting it for everyone to read. :)
There was no one Brendon Urie hated more than Spencer Smith. From is girlish figure and piercing blue eyes, to his crooked smile and everything in between. He hated it all, but there was nothing that he hated more than the fact that he could never get him off his mind. The more reasons he found to hate him, the harder he fell in love with him and Brendon Urie hated it.
On the other end, things were quiet different. There was no one Spencer Smith loved more than Brendon Urie. From his slender figure and thick black hair, to his goofy smile and everything in between. He loved it all, but there was nothing he loved more than the fact that he could never get him off his mind. The more Brendon tried to push him away, the harder in love he fell with him and Spencer Smith loved it.
• • • • • • • •
"Brendon, really. It's not that hard," Spencer tells him as he tried to help him with his Pre-Cal homework in the library after school. See, Brendon Urie is failing Pre-Cal and his parents insisted on getting him a tutor. Just his luck that it turns out to be Spencer Smith, the one person he hated most.
"It is that hard," he argues in a loud whisper. "I'm not some kind of super genius freak like you. This shit doesn't makes sense to me." His voice rises a little in frustration earning him a stern look from the librarian that he pretends not to notice.
"If you'd just pay attention to what I'm trying to show you, maybe it would," Spencer says simply because Brendon's hardly putting an ounce of effort into it, but he knows it's no use. Brendon Urie is the most stubborn person Spencer had ever known, always has been, and he loved it. When Brendon was trying being stubborn like this because he would pout just a little and if that isn't the cutest thing in the whole world, Spencer doesn't know what is.
"I don't even know why I have to pass this fucking class anyways," he grumbles, crossing his arms over his open text book and burying his face against them.
"Look, I'll make you a deal," Spencer starts, waiting until Brendon looks up at him again. "If you at least try these next five problems, and I mean really try, I'll let you go as soon as you're finished."
Brendon looks up at him, glaring for a moment like he's not sure Spencer can be trusted. "Fine," he says, sitting up and starting to work on the next few problems. His face scrunched and eyebrows furrowed in concentration, tongue poking out from between his teeth just barely as he tries to remember what Spencer had already showed him earlier.
And Spencer just watches, silently waiting for him to finish as a smug smile tugs on the corners of his mouth.
"Done," Brendon says with a sigh of relief and slides his paper toward Spencer to be checked. "Can I go now?" He asks impatiently, leaning back in his chair like he might die if he has to sit there any longer.
"In a minute, let me just look it over so you can see what you did right or wrong," he tells him, already looking it over and smiling as he gets further down the page without finding a single mistake.
Brendon sighs louder and sits back up to lean against the table on his elbows, watching Spencer scan the page before drawing highlighter-green smiley face at the top.
"Look, you didn't miss a single one," he smiles proudly and hands Brendon's paper back to him.
"Great," Brendon says with little enthusiasm, rolling his eyes as he takes him paper back and shoved it into this backpack along with his book, pencil, and calculator. "Later." And with that Brendon makes his escape, adding the fact that he's actually learning something to the long list of reasons why he hates Spencer Smith.
• • • • • • • •
When Brendon gets home, he pulls out the paper he'd crammed inside his bag and flattens out against the edge of his desk before going over to pin it to the wall above his bed. Smiling a little at the smiley face in the corner before walking back over to sit as his desk and try to finish the rest of his homework before dinner.
After about an hour though, Brendon's sure he's been staring at the same problem for a little half of it and completely drawing a blank. He thinks about calling Spencer, but the last things he wants to hear is his stupid smug smile on the other end of the line at the fact that Brendon is actually trying to do his work. So instead he leaves it at that, closing his book and going down stairs to check on how much longer dinner will be.
"Oh, just in time honey," his mom smiles when she turns around to see him walking in. "I just finished dinner, will you get your father and then kids?"
Brendon nods and steps back into the living room to call them in, getting a look from his mother because "she could have done that". But Brendon just shrugs and goes to take his seat at the table while the rest of his family filters in and his mother serves them all a piece of her homemade lasagna.
"So how's your tutoring going?" His mother asks sweetly once she gets a chance to sit down and his father looks across the table at him expectantly.
"It's going okay," he shrugs before taking a bite of his food. "I think I'm really getting a hang of it," he tells them knowing that's what they want to hear regardless of whether it's true or not.
"That's good, sweetie," his mother smiles while his father gives him an approving nod. "You just keep up the good work and you can get into the same college your father and I attended."
Brendon gives her his best fake smile and does his best not to roll his eyes. The last thing he wants to do is go to the same college as his parents, especially considering it's a Mormon college and he's just never completely gotten with that and he knows they want to send him there in hopes of him finding a "nice girl to marry one day". He has yet to tell his parents his actual plans go something more like perusing a music career and spending his life with whoever he happens to fall in love with.
• • • • • • • •
The next day, Brendon is nearly forty-five minutes late to his tutoring session with Spencer. With any other kid he's tutoring Spencer would have been furious, he was all about punctuality, but he decides to let Brendon off the hook.
"You're late," Spencer points out as Brendon finally showed up and dumped his things on the table before sitting down in his usually spot.
"Yeah, and?" He snaps. "It's not like you're actually going to do anything about it." Brendon knows Spencer has a soft spot for him and that's definitely on the very short list of things he'll never admit he loves about Spencer. But every reason Spencer gives him not to hate just makes him hate him more.
"Okay, sure, you're off the hook this time," he shrugs because he knows Brendon knows he's right. "So what's your homework for today?"
"He didn't give us any," he tell him honestly, but still gets a suspicious look from Spencer. "Seriously, nothing."
"Okay, well I guess you're free to go," he says, looking back at his own work in front of him. "But if you're late again tomorrow you'll be doing my homework," he warns as Brendon drags his stuff off the table and starts to leave.
"Fine, whatever," Brendon mutters and leaves.
• • • • • • • •
Just like the previous day, Brendon is late once again and when he finally shows Spencer's already got his things laid out ready for him. "Hope you don't have any plans tonight," he comments as Brendon sits down and looks at him in disbelief.
"You really expect me to know how to do any of this?" Brendon asks seriously as his eyes scans the pages of his book and notes.
"No, but I expect you to be on time." Spencer doesn't even flinch.
"But Spence," he starts to whine a little, lip jutting out just barely and eyes going wide. Over times he's become a pro at playing Spencer. "C'mon, you can't do this to me."
"I can and I am," Spencer tells him, looking away before it works and he caves. "No get to work, I have places to be after this."
Sighing angrily, Brendon glares down at Spencer's homework and tries to make even a little bit of sense out of it. It doesn't make any though and after a few long minutes he's looking back up at Spencer like a hurt puppy. "Spence," he whined again, drawing it out for effect.
"C'mon or we'll be here all day." Spencer taps his watch, trying his hardest to look unphased.
"Okay, look, I'm sorry I was late. It's just I... fuck, never mind. Just forget it, it doesn't matter anyway," he sighs, slumping over the table as he goes back to trying to figure Spencer's homework out.
"Brendon." Spencer reaches out to touch his shoulder, sighing with an amused expression. "You can stop, I'm not actually going to make you do my homework."
Brendon looks up to see his amused look and slams Spencer's book shut before shoving it back across the table towards him. "You can wipe that look off your face, you're not funny," he sneers and leans back in his chair to stare up at the ceiling, fuming at Spencer's abuse of his powers. He knows he could call Brendon's parents to complain to them about him being late and they'd probably start walking him to his sessions or something. That's the last thing he needs.
"Whatcha thinking about?" Spencer asks after a long moment of silence, watching Brendon curiously.
"Nothing," Brendon says shortly.
"You're thinking about something. You can tell me."
"It's none of your business," Brendon snaps at him, huffing quietly before sitting back up and picking up his things. "Fuck this, I'm out of here."
"You know we still still have an hour left, right?"
"Does it look like I really fucking care?" Brendon hissed, deciding he doesn't care if Spencer rats him out to his parents. He'll make up some excuse about not feeling well or something.
• • • • • • • •
For the next week and a half Brendon shows up late everyday until Spencer gets fed up and confronts him about it. "What's been going on with you, Brendon?" He asks when he sits down after showing up late.
"Noting, it's none of your fucking business," Brendon tells him as he pulls out his things to get their session starts. "So just get off my case and do your job."
"Look, you've been showing up late for the last two weeks. I just want to know it somethings going on." He knows Brendon doesn't care that Spencer cares about him and is obviously a little worried, but it doesn't stop him from prying.
Spencer's concern for him is on one of Brendon's lists, but sometimes he's not sure which. "Nothing. Why do you even care? My parents are still paying you aren't they?"
"That's not the point, I'm just worried about you."
"Well don't be," he says, voice dripping with disdain as he starts flipping through his textbook for that nights homework so they can get it done and Brendon can leave.
"Brendon, seriously, what's going on with you?" Spencer's not backing down on this. "Whatever it is, I'm sure I can help. Just give him something to work with."
"You want something to work with?" Brendon asks angrily, looking up at him and shutting his book to instead shove it all back in his bag. Giving up on his plan to get anything done. "Here, how's this?" After zipping his bag up he gives Spencer the finger while slinging his bag over his shoulder. "There, now just fuck off."
"Brendon, c'mon," he pleads, but he's already on his way and all Spencer can do is watch. He hadn't meant to piss him off so badly, he really was just worried.There was not telling what Brendon could be doing instead of showing up on time.
• • • • • • • •
The next two days Brendon flat out doesn't show up at all and Spencer can't seem to catch him during school. He thinks about calling his parents to make sure he's okay, but decides to give him one more day. Sure if something had happened to Brendon his parents would have let him know.
Thankfully though, it doesn't come to that because Brendon finally shows up on the third day. Sitting down at the table with and beginning to pull his things out. "Hey."
"Hey Brendon," Spencer says with a slightly shocked smile.
Brendon sighs and rubs his hands over his face before speaking. "Look, I'm sorry about the other day," he starts and pauses like it's bitter on his tongue. "I've just been stressed out and high strung lately."
Spencer nods and waves him off. "Don't sweat it, I was just worried. Glad to see you back though." He glances down at his watch. "And only ten minutes late," he teases.
Brendon laughs like he doesn't get the joke, opening his book and looking desperate when he looks up at Spencer expectantly. "I have a lot of catching up to do."
"Well we better get started than," Spencer says, pulling his book closer to look over it before starting to go over everything they'd missed the last few days. Smiling to himself as Brendon works, adding his new-found determination to the list of things he loved about Brendon Urie.
"Then let's get to work," Spencer said and took Brendon's book as he started to go through each type of problem with him, step-by-step, adding his new determination to accomplish something to the long list of things he loved about Brendon Urie.
After doing a few himself once Spencer had walked him through the steps, Brendon hands his paper to Spencer. "Can you look it over?"
"Of course," Spencer nods as he takes the paper and starts looking it over, pointing out a few minor mistakes that Brendon fixes immediately until it's completely right. "There, you did great. Just watch out for those mistakes, they're easy ones to make," he tells him as he gives his paper back and looks down at his watch to see they'd gone over they're time.
"Already?" Brendon asks in disbelief when Spencer points it out to him. "But I still need help on some of these problems."
"You don't, but if you get stuck just call me," he tells him as they pack their things up. "I'll do my best to help you out."
"Okay," Brendon frowns a little, waving good-bye to Spencer before leaving the library.
• • • • • • • •
Brendon ends up staying up most of the night doing his homework and studying for his mid-term coming up soon, so his mother brought his dinner up to him, smiling to see him and ruffing his hair a little while she tells him how proud she is to see him working so diligently. "Thanks mom," he says as he flashes her a smile before going back to the problem he was stuck on. And after staring at it until the text got fuzzy, he decides to give in and call Spencer. It's late, but he keeps his fingers crossed that Spencer's still up.
"Hello?" Spencer answers groggily, voice rough with sleep and Brendon suddenly feels guilty.
"Hey, it's Brendon. Sorry, did I wake you up?" He asks worriedly. "I'm just stuck on a problem and you told me to call. Sorry, I didn't even look at the time."
"It's fine, don't worry about," Spencer yawns and Brendon can hear him shifting to sit up. "Now what's the problem?"
Brendon just nods, forgetting Spencer can't see him, before reading off the problem to him and doing his best to explain the figures. "Did you get that?" He asks to make sure he made enough sense.
"Yeah, I got it. It's a tough one, but we went over it today." Spencer begins to walk Brendon through the problem, really making him do it with a little guidance. "Make sense now? You'll get the hang of it," he assures him.
"Mhm, thanks Spence," he says with a smile obvious in his voice. "I think I got it now."
"Great, is that it?"
"I think so, I'm pretty sure I got the rest." It's getting close to midnight so he hopes so. "Thanks again, g'night Spencer."
"Welcome. Good night Brendon."
And with that they hang up, Brendon finishing up his homework as quickly as he can before getting up to crawl into bed.
• • • • • • • •
"So, can you tell me now what's been going on, or is it still none of my business?" Spencer asks off-handedly as they sit in the library, catching up on the last little bit of Brendon's work.
Brendon pauses and shrugs a little. "I guess I can tell you," he nods, looking around suspiciously like someone might be listening in on their conversation. "But you have to promise not to tell a soul. My parents wouldn't support me so they don't really know about it."
"Cross my heart," he swears, leaning in curiously for Brendon to tell him.
Brendon sighs again and bites his lip for a moment like he might take the decision to tell Spencer back. "Okay, well... I kind of heard about this music program that goes on over the summer," he startes, stopping to make sure Spencer's following along. "And I'm really into music and all that sort of thing." Spencer knows that, it's on his list. "So I went to talk to the music teacher about it and he had me play a couple songs for him on the piano. He said I was really talented and urged me to go for it, so I am."
Spencer nods along as Brendon tells him what's been going on. "So what then?" He asks, not completely sure what that had to do with him being late, but he had an idea.
"So he gave me some information and suggested I start come to the meetings along with a few other applicants to practice and get whatever help we might need before the auditions."
"Okay, well," Spencer says, trying to think of a solution. "I guess just show up after the meetings. You're doing really well now, I don't think we need the whole two hours to work."
Brendon smiles as Spencer's sugestion, adding his understanding to his list. "That'd be great."
"Mhm, so when are your auditions?" Spencer asks curiously.
"End of the month," he tells him. "Which means I only have a few weeks to raise my GPA to at least a two point eight and come up with four hundred dollars in case I get accepted."
"Well, you're doing better in your classes aren't you?" Spencer can see the improvement during their tutoring sessions, but he can't be sure it's translating in his other classes during school. "I mean, you're getting a hold on Pre-Cal and you're really smart, Brendon. You just don't give yourself enough credit."
Brendon blushes slightly at the comment and adds Spencer's ability to make him do so to the list as well. "Thanks, but I don't know how I'm gonna come up with the money," he says, slightly disappointed at the though.
"Just worry about getting accepted, the rest will fall into place," Spencer assures him.
Brendon's not sure he believes him, but just nods like he does. "I really hope so."
"Good, so from now on we'll start an hour later?" He asks to confirm their plan. "You just can't let your parents know they're paying me to do nothing for an hour. Got it?" He tries to seem threatening, but he's smiling.
"You got my word," he promises before they go back to working so they can finish up and get out of there.
"Okay, well let's finish up with what you have today so we can get out of here."
• • • • • • • •
Spencer actually enjoyed the hour he got to himself now that he wasn't worrying do much about Brendon and when or if he was going to show up. Mostly it consisted of him doing some of his own work or reading, and occasionally picking up Starbucks for the two of them just before Brendon's meeting was over.
"You're a life saver," Brendon tells him when he walks out of the music room to find Spencer waiting outside with coffee in hand and immediately takes his from him, sipping it slowly tyring not to burn his tongue. "I really needed some caffeine, I'm exhausted."
"Yeah, I can tell," Spencer teases and Brendon flips him off while adding Spencer's sense of humor the the list.
"Okay, but can we please get to work?" He asks as they wonder oer to take a seat at one of the tables outside since drinks aren't aloud in the library. "I really have no clue what we went over in class today, none of it made any sense."
"Oh? Brendon Urie actually wants to learn something? I never thought I'd see the day," he laughs, earning him a playful shove and eye roll from Brendon.
"Shut up and just help me," Brendon says impatiently as he opens his book to the chapter they're on in class and showing it to Spencer so he can show him how to do it.
"Now does it make more sense?" Spencer asks after going over it with him a few times and answering all of Brendon's million questions along the way.
"I think so," he nods and takes his book back to try the next problem by himself. "And I use this equations, right? Type it in like this?" He asks, showing Spencer everything he's doing as he does.
"You got it, just make sure you..." he starts, but Brendon's already doing it. "There you go, you did it."
• • • • • • • •
The month goes by too quick for Brendon's liking, but he does manage to raise his GPA in time and raise a little bit of money hoping maybe when he gets accepted his parents will provide the rest. Today's the day though and he's a huge bundle of nerves all day at school, trying to calm himself before going in to wait for auditions to start. When he walks in, he glances around for an empty chair and sees someone waving him over. "Spencer?"
"Hey Brendon," he smiles, patting the chair next to him for Brendon to come over and sit down.
"What are you doing here?" He asks, a little confused as he walks over to sit down because he didn't think Spencer would really remember when it was even if Brendon had done nothing but talk about it all week.
Spencer shrugs. He was supposed to be tutoring someone else that afternoon, but made up the excuse of a last minute emergency. "I thought I'd come support you or whatever. I know this means a lot to you so it kind of means a lot to me too."
Brendon just smiles at that, not thinking about how lately his list has become more and more confusing about whether it was really things he hated about him. Whatever the list was though, this was added to it. "Thanks Spence, I'm really glad you're here."
"Me too," he agrees. They sit there talking while Brendon waits for his name to be called, Spencer helping to calm his nerves and assuring him he'll do great.
And then Brendon's names called, causing him to jump a little before standing up weakly to head inside the auditions room.
"Knock'em dead," Spencer tells him, nudging him forward a little and watching Brendon disappear behind the door. It's his turn to be all nerves now, biting his already short finger nails anxiously.
• • • • • • • •
When Brendon reamerged about fifteen minute later, he looks completely horrified as he walks over to Spencer who's stnding up to meet him. "I totally screwed up," he tells him before burying his face in his hands. "I missed a note and everyone in there noticed, I'm never going to get in now. I bet they won't even call."
"Brendon, people make mistakes," he tells him, reaching over to rub his back comfortingly as they head for the door. "I'm sure you did great other wise and they'll let it pass as just nerves."
"No, it was supposed to be perfect. Flawless, but I screwed it up."
"C'mon, just take a deep breath and calm down," Spencer directs him, hand still on his back as Brendon takes a shakey breath. "Better?"
Brendon nods and straightens up, slightly disappointed when Spencer drops his hand. He doesn't say anything though, just follows him out of the room and towards the parking lot.
"C'mon, I'll give you a lift home," Spencer says once they reach it, digging his keys out of his pocket.
Brendon smiles at his offer continues walking with him out to his car before climbing in. "You really think I'll get in?" He asks quietly while Spencer starts his car.
"Mhm, I'd bet my life on it." And Brendon just smiles.
• • • • • • • •
The applicants were told they'd be called sometime later that week and as it starts coming to an end Brendon can hardly focus on anything while waiting for his phone call. "Told you they wouldn't call," he hisses across the table at Spencer, anxiety turned to irritation as he glares like it's Spencer's fault.
"The weeks not over yet," Spencer points out, unaffected by Brendon's irritation. "Just be patient, you'll get it."
"Yeah, tomorrow after they call all the people that did get accepted."
Spencer just rolls his eyes and shakes his head. "You're gonna get in," he says for the millionth time since Brendon auditioned.
"What if I don't?" He asks seriously. "I'm holding you singularly responsible for my crushed hopes and dreams."
Spencer just laughs and shakes his head at him just before Brendon's phone starts going off.
"It's probably my mom," he mutters when Spencer gives him a look like he knows who it is.
Spencer just sits silently as Brendon answers his phone with a quick hello, mouthing an 'I told you so' at him before it's even confirmed that Brendon is in fact getting in.
Brendon just rolls his eyes as he gets up to leave the library while the lady on the other end greets him, bracing himself for rejection because she sounds too cheery to have any good news for him. Slightly to his surprise (he did have some faith in himself) she tells him he got in and started giving him the information on when it would start and when the paperwork and payment was due. "Okay, thank you. Really, thank you, so much," he says, grinning brighter than ever as he hangs up and bites his lip trying to contain himself before he goes back in.
But Spencer's already coming out with their things, looking at Brendon's expression and frowning. "Don't tell me, you didn't get it did you?" Spencer asks with a completely straight face, but only for a moment before he's cracking a smile himself and laughing as he walked down the few steps and dropped their bags before wrapping his arms tight around Brendon. "Congratulations Brendon, told you you'd get in."
Brendon hugged him back, definitely adding Spencer's hugs to his list. Pulling back a moment later so he could pace around a bit, all his pint up anxiety making him restless.
"We should celebrate," Spencer suggests, picking thier bags up again before gesturing for Brendon to follow him.
"Okay, where are we gonna go?" Brendon asks as he falls into step next to him.
"I don't care," Spencer shrugs. "It's your celebration."
• • • • • • • •
After much thought sitting in the parking lot in Spencer's car, Brendon finally decides on Chinese food and even has the place picked out. "I know this really great place too. It's the best, I swear you're going to love it."
Spencer's never been, but he's never been one to say no to Chinese food so he takes Brendon's word on it that it's good and takes directions from him on how to get there. "Where should we sit?" He asks once they reach the place and get inside, glancing around until Brendon decides.
"By the window, window tables are the best," he says, leading them over to a small booth in the corner and sliding in across from Spencer as a waitress appears to hand them menus and take their drink orders.
"So what's good?" Spencer asks as he glances over all the different items on the menu.
"Everything."
"Well, I don't want everything, so what should I get?"
"Hmm, we should just get slit a plate of Chow Mein and Egg Rolls and Sweet'n'Sour Chicken," Brendon suggests. "It's cheaper than sperate meals with the same amount of food.
"Okay, sounds good to me," he smiles, putting down his menu just as the waitress returns with their drinks and takes their food order next.
"Will that be all for you guys?"
"Yep," Brendon nods and hands her their menus before turning back to Spencer, who was sipping his drink and starring out the window like he was thinking about something. "Whatcha thinking about?"
"Nothing."
"Oh c'mon Spencer, you're thinking about something," Brendon pries, lookinf sideways at him like that might help him figure it out."
"It's none of your business," he shrugs, trying not to laugh and failing miserably when he catches sight of Brendon out of the corner of his eye.
Brendon laughs too before reaching over to nudge his shoulder lightly. "But seriously, what's on your mind?"
"It's a surprise," Spencer says simply, sitting forward again.
"I hate surprises," Brendon groans playfully, but decides Spencer isn't going to tell him so he drops it.
"You'll like this one. I Promise."
"Why, are you going to kiss me or something?" Brendon asks without thinking about the words coming out of his mouth, quickly covering it with his hand. Eyes wide and hoping maybe Spencer didn't hear.
"What was that, Brendon?" Spencer looks across the table at him, a smirk curving on his lips.
"Nothing, what are you talking about?" Brendon mumbles, ducking his head as his cheeks flare bright red.
"I don't know," Spencer shrugs, letting it go because he did hear him and he's already got him blushing. Another on for the list. "I guess I'm just be hearing things."
"Yeah, you're just hearing things," Brendon nods, willing himself to stop blushing as their foods brought to thier table.
• • • • • • • •
When they're finished eating Spencer picks up the tab despite Brendon's offer to at least split it. "You really don't have to pay for the food," he insists, but Spencer just brushes him off.
"What don't you understand about celebration? You don't pay for your birthday's do you? Or Christmas gifts?"
Brendon just sighs at Spencer's logic, knowing he can't win, and walks back out to his car with him so Spencer can take him home.
"Thanks for everything," Brendon says as Spencer pulls up in front of his house and get out.
"It's nothing, really," Spencer says, shrugging it off as he gets out with him and walks around to the other side of the car. "That's not it though. Remember that surprise I mentioned?"
Brendon nods and turns to Spencer curiously. "Yeah."
"Well, it's not what you were expecting," Spencer smirkS teasingly as he reaches into his back pocket to pull out a small folded peice of paper.
"What's this?" Brendon asks, taking it from him and staring at it like he doesn't know what to do with it.
"Just unfold it," Spencer urges impatiently.
Brendon eyes him carefully for a moment before finally look back down at it and unolding it. He freezes when he realizes what it is and then shakes his head. "I can't take this, Spence."
"Oh, c'mon Brendon," Spencer groans, rolling his eyes at Brenon's protest. "It's just the money your parents paid me to do nothing. It wouldn't be right if I kept it and it's already made out to the program."
"But, Spence," he whines as a smile spreads across his cheeks, eyes watering a little as he folds it back up and puts it in his own pocket.
"You deserve to be in that program, Brendon."
Then without any sort of warning, Brendon pounces on him and wraps his arms tight around Spencer's neck. "Thank you so much, Spence," he says before pulling his head back and pressing his mouth to Spencer's.
Spencer is taken by surprise, but is quick on the up take and catches him when Brendon jumps into his arms. He smiles back, tensing up when he felt Brendon's mouth on his before melting into it and kissing him back. "Nuh uh, thank you," Spencer mumbles against his mouth and kisses him again while he's got him there.
Brendon just laughs and thanks him again after breaking the second kiss as he lets go. "Bye Spencer," he says as he starts to walk backwards towards his front door, bitting his lip and finally forcing himself to turn away before he starts blushing too hard. Thinking maybe he doesn't hate Spencer so much.
Spencer just waves, grinning hard as he watches Brendon walked up towards his house leaving him a grinning mess on the sidewalk. Thinking maybe he loves Brendon a lot more that he thought.
pairing: Brendon Urie/Spencer Smith
word count: 5000+
author's notes: This was written awhile ago in my old fic journal for maggiesynders based on this picture. I did a little editing to it and am now re-posting it for everyone to read. :)
There was no one Brendon Urie hated more than Spencer Smith. From is girlish figure and piercing blue eyes, to his crooked smile and everything in between. He hated it all, but there was nothing that he hated more than the fact that he could never get him off his mind. The more reasons he found to hate him, the harder he fell in love with him and Brendon Urie hated it.
On the other end, things were quiet different. There was no one Spencer Smith loved more than Brendon Urie. From his slender figure and thick black hair, to his goofy smile and everything in between. He loved it all, but there was nothing he loved more than the fact that he could never get him off his mind. The more Brendon tried to push him away, the harder in love he fell with him and Spencer Smith loved it.
• • • • • • • •
"Brendon, really. It's not that hard," Spencer tells him as he tried to help him with his Pre-Cal homework in the library after school. See, Brendon Urie is failing Pre-Cal and his parents insisted on getting him a tutor. Just his luck that it turns out to be Spencer Smith, the one person he hated most.
"It is that hard," he argues in a loud whisper. "I'm not some kind of super genius freak like you. This shit doesn't makes sense to me." His voice rises a little in frustration earning him a stern look from the librarian that he pretends not to notice.
"If you'd just pay attention to what I'm trying to show you, maybe it would," Spencer says simply because Brendon's hardly putting an ounce of effort into it, but he knows it's no use. Brendon Urie is the most stubborn person Spencer had ever known, always has been, and he loved it. When Brendon was trying being stubborn like this because he would pout just a little and if that isn't the cutest thing in the whole world, Spencer doesn't know what is.
"I don't even know why I have to pass this fucking class anyways," he grumbles, crossing his arms over his open text book and burying his face against them.
"Look, I'll make you a deal," Spencer starts, waiting until Brendon looks up at him again. "If you at least try these next five problems, and I mean really try, I'll let you go as soon as you're finished."
Brendon looks up at him, glaring for a moment like he's not sure Spencer can be trusted. "Fine," he says, sitting up and starting to work on the next few problems. His face scrunched and eyebrows furrowed in concentration, tongue poking out from between his teeth just barely as he tries to remember what Spencer had already showed him earlier.
And Spencer just watches, silently waiting for him to finish as a smug smile tugs on the corners of his mouth.
"Done," Brendon says with a sigh of relief and slides his paper toward Spencer to be checked. "Can I go now?" He asks impatiently, leaning back in his chair like he might die if he has to sit there any longer.
"In a minute, let me just look it over so you can see what you did right or wrong," he tells him, already looking it over and smiling as he gets further down the page without finding a single mistake.
Brendon sighs louder and sits back up to lean against the table on his elbows, watching Spencer scan the page before drawing highlighter-green smiley face at the top.
"Look, you didn't miss a single one," he smiles proudly and hands Brendon's paper back to him.
"Great," Brendon says with little enthusiasm, rolling his eyes as he takes him paper back and shoved it into this backpack along with his book, pencil, and calculator. "Later." And with that Brendon makes his escape, adding the fact that he's actually learning something to the long list of reasons why he hates Spencer Smith.
• • • • • • • •
When Brendon gets home, he pulls out the paper he'd crammed inside his bag and flattens out against the edge of his desk before going over to pin it to the wall above his bed. Smiling a little at the smiley face in the corner before walking back over to sit as his desk and try to finish the rest of his homework before dinner.
After about an hour though, Brendon's sure he's been staring at the same problem for a little half of it and completely drawing a blank. He thinks about calling Spencer, but the last things he wants to hear is his stupid smug smile on the other end of the line at the fact that Brendon is actually trying to do his work. So instead he leaves it at that, closing his book and going down stairs to check on how much longer dinner will be.
"Oh, just in time honey," his mom smiles when she turns around to see him walking in. "I just finished dinner, will you get your father and then kids?"
Brendon nods and steps back into the living room to call them in, getting a look from his mother because "she could have done that". But Brendon just shrugs and goes to take his seat at the table while the rest of his family filters in and his mother serves them all a piece of her homemade lasagna.
"So how's your tutoring going?" His mother asks sweetly once she gets a chance to sit down and his father looks across the table at him expectantly.
"It's going okay," he shrugs before taking a bite of his food. "I think I'm really getting a hang of it," he tells them knowing that's what they want to hear regardless of whether it's true or not.
"That's good, sweetie," his mother smiles while his father gives him an approving nod. "You just keep up the good work and you can get into the same college your father and I attended."
Brendon gives her his best fake smile and does his best not to roll his eyes. The last thing he wants to do is go to the same college as his parents, especially considering it's a Mormon college and he's just never completely gotten with that and he knows they want to send him there in hopes of him finding a "nice girl to marry one day". He has yet to tell his parents his actual plans go something more like perusing a music career and spending his life with whoever he happens to fall in love with.
• • • • • • • •
The next day, Brendon is nearly forty-five minutes late to his tutoring session with Spencer. With any other kid he's tutoring Spencer would have been furious, he was all about punctuality, but he decides to let Brendon off the hook.
"You're late," Spencer points out as Brendon finally showed up and dumped his things on the table before sitting down in his usually spot.
"Yeah, and?" He snaps. "It's not like you're actually going to do anything about it." Brendon knows Spencer has a soft spot for him and that's definitely on the very short list of things he'll never admit he loves about Spencer. But every reason Spencer gives him not to hate just makes him hate him more.
"Okay, sure, you're off the hook this time," he shrugs because he knows Brendon knows he's right. "So what's your homework for today?"
"He didn't give us any," he tell him honestly, but still gets a suspicious look from Spencer. "Seriously, nothing."
"Okay, well I guess you're free to go," he says, looking back at his own work in front of him. "But if you're late again tomorrow you'll be doing my homework," he warns as Brendon drags his stuff off the table and starts to leave.
"Fine, whatever," Brendon mutters and leaves.
• • • • • • • •
Just like the previous day, Brendon is late once again and when he finally shows Spencer's already got his things laid out ready for him. "Hope you don't have any plans tonight," he comments as Brendon sits down and looks at him in disbelief.
"You really expect me to know how to do any of this?" Brendon asks seriously as his eyes scans the pages of his book and notes.
"No, but I expect you to be on time." Spencer doesn't even flinch.
"But Spence," he starts to whine a little, lip jutting out just barely and eyes going wide. Over times he's become a pro at playing Spencer. "C'mon, you can't do this to me."
"I can and I am," Spencer tells him, looking away before it works and he caves. "No get to work, I have places to be after this."
Sighing angrily, Brendon glares down at Spencer's homework and tries to make even a little bit of sense out of it. It doesn't make any though and after a few long minutes he's looking back up at Spencer like a hurt puppy. "Spence," he whined again, drawing it out for effect.
"C'mon or we'll be here all day." Spencer taps his watch, trying his hardest to look unphased.
"Okay, look, I'm sorry I was late. It's just I... fuck, never mind. Just forget it, it doesn't matter anyway," he sighs, slumping over the table as he goes back to trying to figure Spencer's homework out.
"Brendon." Spencer reaches out to touch his shoulder, sighing with an amused expression. "You can stop, I'm not actually going to make you do my homework."
Brendon looks up to see his amused look and slams Spencer's book shut before shoving it back across the table towards him. "You can wipe that look off your face, you're not funny," he sneers and leans back in his chair to stare up at the ceiling, fuming at Spencer's abuse of his powers. He knows he could call Brendon's parents to complain to them about him being late and they'd probably start walking him to his sessions or something. That's the last thing he needs.
"Whatcha thinking about?" Spencer asks after a long moment of silence, watching Brendon curiously.
"Nothing," Brendon says shortly.
"You're thinking about something. You can tell me."
"It's none of your business," Brendon snaps at him, huffing quietly before sitting back up and picking up his things. "Fuck this, I'm out of here."
"You know we still still have an hour left, right?"
"Does it look like I really fucking care?" Brendon hissed, deciding he doesn't care if Spencer rats him out to his parents. He'll make up some excuse about not feeling well or something.
• • • • • • • •
For the next week and a half Brendon shows up late everyday until Spencer gets fed up and confronts him about it. "What's been going on with you, Brendon?" He asks when he sits down after showing up late.
"Noting, it's none of your fucking business," Brendon tells him as he pulls out his things to get their session starts. "So just get off my case and do your job."
"Look, you've been showing up late for the last two weeks. I just want to know it somethings going on." He knows Brendon doesn't care that Spencer cares about him and is obviously a little worried, but it doesn't stop him from prying.
Spencer's concern for him is on one of Brendon's lists, but sometimes he's not sure which. "Nothing. Why do you even care? My parents are still paying you aren't they?"
"That's not the point, I'm just worried about you."
"Well don't be," he says, voice dripping with disdain as he starts flipping through his textbook for that nights homework so they can get it done and Brendon can leave.
"Brendon, seriously, what's going on with you?" Spencer's not backing down on this. "Whatever it is, I'm sure I can help. Just give him something to work with."
"You want something to work with?" Brendon asks angrily, looking up at him and shutting his book to instead shove it all back in his bag. Giving up on his plan to get anything done. "Here, how's this?" After zipping his bag up he gives Spencer the finger while slinging his bag over his shoulder. "There, now just fuck off."
"Brendon, c'mon," he pleads, but he's already on his way and all Spencer can do is watch. He hadn't meant to piss him off so badly, he really was just worried.There was not telling what Brendon could be doing instead of showing up on time.
• • • • • • • •
The next two days Brendon flat out doesn't show up at all and Spencer can't seem to catch him during school. He thinks about calling his parents to make sure he's okay, but decides to give him one more day. Sure if something had happened to Brendon his parents would have let him know.
Thankfully though, it doesn't come to that because Brendon finally shows up on the third day. Sitting down at the table with and beginning to pull his things out. "Hey."
"Hey Brendon," Spencer says with a slightly shocked smile.
Brendon sighs and rubs his hands over his face before speaking. "Look, I'm sorry about the other day," he starts and pauses like it's bitter on his tongue. "I've just been stressed out and high strung lately."
Spencer nods and waves him off. "Don't sweat it, I was just worried. Glad to see you back though." He glances down at his watch. "And only ten minutes late," he teases.
Brendon laughs like he doesn't get the joke, opening his book and looking desperate when he looks up at Spencer expectantly. "I have a lot of catching up to do."
"Well we better get started than," Spencer says, pulling his book closer to look over it before starting to go over everything they'd missed the last few days. Smiling to himself as Brendon works, adding his new-found determination to the list of things he loved about Brendon Urie.
"Then let's get to work," Spencer said and took Brendon's book as he started to go through each type of problem with him, step-by-step, adding his new determination to accomplish something to the long list of things he loved about Brendon Urie.
After doing a few himself once Spencer had walked him through the steps, Brendon hands his paper to Spencer. "Can you look it over?"
"Of course," Spencer nods as he takes the paper and starts looking it over, pointing out a few minor mistakes that Brendon fixes immediately until it's completely right. "There, you did great. Just watch out for those mistakes, they're easy ones to make," he tells him as he gives his paper back and looks down at his watch to see they'd gone over they're time.
"Already?" Brendon asks in disbelief when Spencer points it out to him. "But I still need help on some of these problems."
"You don't, but if you get stuck just call me," he tells him as they pack their things up. "I'll do my best to help you out."
"Okay," Brendon frowns a little, waving good-bye to Spencer before leaving the library.
• • • • • • • •
Brendon ends up staying up most of the night doing his homework and studying for his mid-term coming up soon, so his mother brought his dinner up to him, smiling to see him and ruffing his hair a little while she tells him how proud she is to see him working so diligently. "Thanks mom," he says as he flashes her a smile before going back to the problem he was stuck on. And after staring at it until the text got fuzzy, he decides to give in and call Spencer. It's late, but he keeps his fingers crossed that Spencer's still up.
"Hello?" Spencer answers groggily, voice rough with sleep and Brendon suddenly feels guilty.
"Hey, it's Brendon. Sorry, did I wake you up?" He asks worriedly. "I'm just stuck on a problem and you told me to call. Sorry, I didn't even look at the time."
"It's fine, don't worry about," Spencer yawns and Brendon can hear him shifting to sit up. "Now what's the problem?"
Brendon just nods, forgetting Spencer can't see him, before reading off the problem to him and doing his best to explain the figures. "Did you get that?" He asks to make sure he made enough sense.
"Yeah, I got it. It's a tough one, but we went over it today." Spencer begins to walk Brendon through the problem, really making him do it with a little guidance. "Make sense now? You'll get the hang of it," he assures him.
"Mhm, thanks Spence," he says with a smile obvious in his voice. "I think I got it now."
"Great, is that it?"
"I think so, I'm pretty sure I got the rest." It's getting close to midnight so he hopes so. "Thanks again, g'night Spencer."
"Welcome. Good night Brendon."
And with that they hang up, Brendon finishing up his homework as quickly as he can before getting up to crawl into bed.
• • • • • • • •
"So, can you tell me now what's been going on, or is it still none of my business?" Spencer asks off-handedly as they sit in the library, catching up on the last little bit of Brendon's work.
Brendon pauses and shrugs a little. "I guess I can tell you," he nods, looking around suspiciously like someone might be listening in on their conversation. "But you have to promise not to tell a soul. My parents wouldn't support me so they don't really know about it."
"Cross my heart," he swears, leaning in curiously for Brendon to tell him.
Brendon sighs again and bites his lip for a moment like he might take the decision to tell Spencer back. "Okay, well... I kind of heard about this music program that goes on over the summer," he startes, stopping to make sure Spencer's following along. "And I'm really into music and all that sort of thing." Spencer knows that, it's on his list. "So I went to talk to the music teacher about it and he had me play a couple songs for him on the piano. He said I was really talented and urged me to go for it, so I am."
Spencer nods along as Brendon tells him what's been going on. "So what then?" He asks, not completely sure what that had to do with him being late, but he had an idea.
"So he gave me some information and suggested I start come to the meetings along with a few other applicants to practice and get whatever help we might need before the auditions."
"Okay, well," Spencer says, trying to think of a solution. "I guess just show up after the meetings. You're doing really well now, I don't think we need the whole two hours to work."
Brendon smiles as Spencer's sugestion, adding his understanding to his list. "That'd be great."
"Mhm, so when are your auditions?" Spencer asks curiously.
"End of the month," he tells him. "Which means I only have a few weeks to raise my GPA to at least a two point eight and come up with four hundred dollars in case I get accepted."
"Well, you're doing better in your classes aren't you?" Spencer can see the improvement during their tutoring sessions, but he can't be sure it's translating in his other classes during school. "I mean, you're getting a hold on Pre-Cal and you're really smart, Brendon. You just don't give yourself enough credit."
Brendon blushes slightly at the comment and adds Spencer's ability to make him do so to the list as well. "Thanks, but I don't know how I'm gonna come up with the money," he says, slightly disappointed at the though.
"Just worry about getting accepted, the rest will fall into place," Spencer assures him.
Brendon's not sure he believes him, but just nods like he does. "I really hope so."
"Good, so from now on we'll start an hour later?" He asks to confirm their plan. "You just can't let your parents know they're paying me to do nothing for an hour. Got it?" He tries to seem threatening, but he's smiling.
"You got my word," he promises before they go back to working so they can finish up and get out of there.
"Okay, well let's finish up with what you have today so we can get out of here."
• • • • • • • •
Spencer actually enjoyed the hour he got to himself now that he wasn't worrying do much about Brendon and when or if he was going to show up. Mostly it consisted of him doing some of his own work or reading, and occasionally picking up Starbucks for the two of them just before Brendon's meeting was over.
"You're a life saver," Brendon tells him when he walks out of the music room to find Spencer waiting outside with coffee in hand and immediately takes his from him, sipping it slowly tyring not to burn his tongue. "I really needed some caffeine, I'm exhausted."
"Yeah, I can tell," Spencer teases and Brendon flips him off while adding Spencer's sense of humor the the list.
"Okay, but can we please get to work?" He asks as they wonder oer to take a seat at one of the tables outside since drinks aren't aloud in the library. "I really have no clue what we went over in class today, none of it made any sense."
"Oh? Brendon Urie actually wants to learn something? I never thought I'd see the day," he laughs, earning him a playful shove and eye roll from Brendon.
"Shut up and just help me," Brendon says impatiently as he opens his book to the chapter they're on in class and showing it to Spencer so he can show him how to do it.
"Now does it make more sense?" Spencer asks after going over it with him a few times and answering all of Brendon's million questions along the way.
"I think so," he nods and takes his book back to try the next problem by himself. "And I use this equations, right? Type it in like this?" He asks, showing Spencer everything he's doing as he does.
"You got it, just make sure you..." he starts, but Brendon's already doing it. "There you go, you did it."
• • • • • • • •
The month goes by too quick for Brendon's liking, but he does manage to raise his GPA in time and raise a little bit of money hoping maybe when he gets accepted his parents will provide the rest. Today's the day though and he's a huge bundle of nerves all day at school, trying to calm himself before going in to wait for auditions to start. When he walks in, he glances around for an empty chair and sees someone waving him over. "Spencer?"
"Hey Brendon," he smiles, patting the chair next to him for Brendon to come over and sit down.
"What are you doing here?" He asks, a little confused as he walks over to sit down because he didn't think Spencer would really remember when it was even if Brendon had done nothing but talk about it all week.
Spencer shrugs. He was supposed to be tutoring someone else that afternoon, but made up the excuse of a last minute emergency. "I thought I'd come support you or whatever. I know this means a lot to you so it kind of means a lot to me too."
Brendon just smiles at that, not thinking about how lately his list has become more and more confusing about whether it was really things he hated about him. Whatever the list was though, this was added to it. "Thanks Spence, I'm really glad you're here."
"Me too," he agrees. They sit there talking while Brendon waits for his name to be called, Spencer helping to calm his nerves and assuring him he'll do great.
And then Brendon's names called, causing him to jump a little before standing up weakly to head inside the auditions room.
"Knock'em dead," Spencer tells him, nudging him forward a little and watching Brendon disappear behind the door. It's his turn to be all nerves now, biting his already short finger nails anxiously.
• • • • • • • •
When Brendon reamerged about fifteen minute later, he looks completely horrified as he walks over to Spencer who's stnding up to meet him. "I totally screwed up," he tells him before burying his face in his hands. "I missed a note and everyone in there noticed, I'm never going to get in now. I bet they won't even call."
"Brendon, people make mistakes," he tells him, reaching over to rub his back comfortingly as they head for the door. "I'm sure you did great other wise and they'll let it pass as just nerves."
"No, it was supposed to be perfect. Flawless, but I screwed it up."
"C'mon, just take a deep breath and calm down," Spencer directs him, hand still on his back as Brendon takes a shakey breath. "Better?"
Brendon nods and straightens up, slightly disappointed when Spencer drops his hand. He doesn't say anything though, just follows him out of the room and towards the parking lot.
"C'mon, I'll give you a lift home," Spencer says once they reach it, digging his keys out of his pocket.
Brendon smiles at his offer continues walking with him out to his car before climbing in. "You really think I'll get in?" He asks quietly while Spencer starts his car.
"Mhm, I'd bet my life on it." And Brendon just smiles.
• • • • • • • •
The applicants were told they'd be called sometime later that week and as it starts coming to an end Brendon can hardly focus on anything while waiting for his phone call. "Told you they wouldn't call," he hisses across the table at Spencer, anxiety turned to irritation as he glares like it's Spencer's fault.
"The weeks not over yet," Spencer points out, unaffected by Brendon's irritation. "Just be patient, you'll get it."
"Yeah, tomorrow after they call all the people that did get accepted."
Spencer just rolls his eyes and shakes his head. "You're gonna get in," he says for the millionth time since Brendon auditioned.
"What if I don't?" He asks seriously. "I'm holding you singularly responsible for my crushed hopes and dreams."
Spencer just laughs and shakes his head at him just before Brendon's phone starts going off.
"It's probably my mom," he mutters when Spencer gives him a look like he knows who it is.
Spencer just sits silently as Brendon answers his phone with a quick hello, mouthing an 'I told you so' at him before it's even confirmed that Brendon is in fact getting in.
Brendon just rolls his eyes as he gets up to leave the library while the lady on the other end greets him, bracing himself for rejection because she sounds too cheery to have any good news for him. Slightly to his surprise (he did have some faith in himself) she tells him he got in and started giving him the information on when it would start and when the paperwork and payment was due. "Okay, thank you. Really, thank you, so much," he says, grinning brighter than ever as he hangs up and bites his lip trying to contain himself before he goes back in.
But Spencer's already coming out with their things, looking at Brendon's expression and frowning. "Don't tell me, you didn't get it did you?" Spencer asks with a completely straight face, but only for a moment before he's cracking a smile himself and laughing as he walked down the few steps and dropped their bags before wrapping his arms tight around Brendon. "Congratulations Brendon, told you you'd get in."
Brendon hugged him back, definitely adding Spencer's hugs to his list. Pulling back a moment later so he could pace around a bit, all his pint up anxiety making him restless.
"We should celebrate," Spencer suggests, picking thier bags up again before gesturing for Brendon to follow him.
"Okay, where are we gonna go?" Brendon asks as he falls into step next to him.
"I don't care," Spencer shrugs. "It's your celebration."
• • • • • • • •
After much thought sitting in the parking lot in Spencer's car, Brendon finally decides on Chinese food and even has the place picked out. "I know this really great place too. It's the best, I swear you're going to love it."
Spencer's never been, but he's never been one to say no to Chinese food so he takes Brendon's word on it that it's good and takes directions from him on how to get there. "Where should we sit?" He asks once they reach the place and get inside, glancing around until Brendon decides.
"By the window, window tables are the best," he says, leading them over to a small booth in the corner and sliding in across from Spencer as a waitress appears to hand them menus and take their drink orders.
"So what's good?" Spencer asks as he glances over all the different items on the menu.
"Everything."
"Well, I don't want everything, so what should I get?"
"Hmm, we should just get slit a plate of Chow Mein and Egg Rolls and Sweet'n'Sour Chicken," Brendon suggests. "It's cheaper than sperate meals with the same amount of food.
"Okay, sounds good to me," he smiles, putting down his menu just as the waitress returns with their drinks and takes their food order next.
"Will that be all for you guys?"
"Yep," Brendon nods and hands her their menus before turning back to Spencer, who was sipping his drink and starring out the window like he was thinking about something. "Whatcha thinking about?"
"Nothing."
"Oh c'mon Spencer, you're thinking about something," Brendon pries, lookinf sideways at him like that might help him figure it out."
"It's none of your business," he shrugs, trying not to laugh and failing miserably when he catches sight of Brendon out of the corner of his eye.
Brendon laughs too before reaching over to nudge his shoulder lightly. "But seriously, what's on your mind?"
"It's a surprise," Spencer says simply, sitting forward again.
"I hate surprises," Brendon groans playfully, but decides Spencer isn't going to tell him so he drops it.
"You'll like this one. I Promise."
"Why, are you going to kiss me or something?" Brendon asks without thinking about the words coming out of his mouth, quickly covering it with his hand. Eyes wide and hoping maybe Spencer didn't hear.
"What was that, Brendon?" Spencer looks across the table at him, a smirk curving on his lips.
"Nothing, what are you talking about?" Brendon mumbles, ducking his head as his cheeks flare bright red.
"I don't know," Spencer shrugs, letting it go because he did hear him and he's already got him blushing. Another on for the list. "I guess I'm just be hearing things."
"Yeah, you're just hearing things," Brendon nods, willing himself to stop blushing as their foods brought to thier table.
• • • • • • • •
When they're finished eating Spencer picks up the tab despite Brendon's offer to at least split it. "You really don't have to pay for the food," he insists, but Spencer just brushes him off.
"What don't you understand about celebration? You don't pay for your birthday's do you? Or Christmas gifts?"
Brendon just sighs at Spencer's logic, knowing he can't win, and walks back out to his car with him so Spencer can take him home.
"Thanks for everything," Brendon says as Spencer pulls up in front of his house and get out.
"It's nothing, really," Spencer says, shrugging it off as he gets out with him and walks around to the other side of the car. "That's not it though. Remember that surprise I mentioned?"
Brendon nods and turns to Spencer curiously. "Yeah."
"Well, it's not what you were expecting," Spencer smirkS teasingly as he reaches into his back pocket to pull out a small folded peice of paper.
"What's this?" Brendon asks, taking it from him and staring at it like he doesn't know what to do with it.
"Just unfold it," Spencer urges impatiently.
Brendon eyes him carefully for a moment before finally look back down at it and unolding it. He freezes when he realizes what it is and then shakes his head. "I can't take this, Spence."
"Oh, c'mon Brendon," Spencer groans, rolling his eyes at Brenon's protest. "It's just the money your parents paid me to do nothing. It wouldn't be right if I kept it and it's already made out to the program."
"But, Spence," he whines as a smile spreads across his cheeks, eyes watering a little as he folds it back up and puts it in his own pocket.
"You deserve to be in that program, Brendon."
Then without any sort of warning, Brendon pounces on him and wraps his arms tight around Spencer's neck. "Thank you so much, Spence," he says before pulling his head back and pressing his mouth to Spencer's.
Spencer is taken by surprise, but is quick on the up take and catches him when Brendon jumps into his arms. He smiles back, tensing up when he felt Brendon's mouth on his before melting into it and kissing him back. "Nuh uh, thank you," Spencer mumbles against his mouth and kisses him again while he's got him there.
Brendon just laughs and thanks him again after breaking the second kiss as he lets go. "Bye Spencer," he says as he starts to walk backwards towards his front door, bitting his lip and finally forcing himself to turn away before he starts blushing too hard. Thinking maybe he doesn't hate Spencer so much.
Spencer just waves, grinning hard as he watches Brendon walked up towards his house leaving him a grinning mess on the sidewalk. Thinking maybe he loves Brendon a lot more that he thought.