a different type of high | s.r.

part three

trigger warnings: swearing, mentions of withdrawal and symptoms, mentions of depression and suicide (but not for long), mentions of overdose 

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Three firm knocks came from the front door of my apartment. I looked towards the door as I struggled to tie my shoes. I could hear my heart pounding in my ears as I stood up. My sweater was on the hook by the front door, so I can't even excuse myself for running behind. It was just my anxiety causing me to be a little slow.

So with that, I walked up to the front door to answer it. I'm not sure why I was expecting anyone other than Spencer, but for some reason, my body was telling me it was someone else. But when I opened the door, a smile spread across my face when I saw Spencer.

Small snowflakes were sitting, and melting, in his hair as he stood in the hallway outside my own world. His nose and cheeks were a light rosy pink color because of the coldness outside. A dark plaid scarf was wrapped around his neck and hung over his unbuttoned jacket. And his eyes had a certain sparkle that I couldn't seem to look away from.

"Hey," Spencer smiled at me as he ruffled his hair, getting the snowflakes out. I stayed silent for a moment too long and kept my eyes on him.

"Hey," I blinked and shook my head, "I'm almost done... I, uh, was just... Do you want to come... Come in," I kept my voice low as I asked. I stepped back and pulled the door open.

"Thanks," he smiled before stepping into my apartment. I looked around my home, realizing that it was a little on the messier side.

"Sorry... Sorry for the mess. I usually don't... I don't really have visitors here. And, I guess I sort of forgot that you were coming over," I bit my lips together.

"Oh, don't... Don't worry about it, really. My apartment is pretty messy too," he brushed my messiness off like it was nothing. I looked around my home one last time before grabbing my sweater off the hook. "It's starting to snow a little hard out there, we should get going," Spencer cringed as he looked towards the window, which was covered by the cheap dollar store curtains.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm all ready," I looked at him and smiled. He looked back at me before raising an eyebrow.

"You don't have a coat?" He asked, watching as I grabbed my apartment keys. I shoved them in my pocket as I looked at him.

"No, this is enough," I smiled at him. Spencer nodded before following me out. "So, where was your trip to?" I looked up at Spencer as we stepped onto the sidewalk. He was wrapping a scarf around his neck before tucking it away into his coat.

"Someplace in Texas," he nodded as he buttoned the last button. He smiled at me before putting an arm around me. I just assumed he did it because I didn't have an actual coat and just a sweater. "Work stuff... Kinda scary..."

"How does a work trip get scary?" I furrowed my eyebrows as I looked at the ground. A very fine layer of snow was dusting the sidewalk, letting our footprints leave tracks as we walked. The snow was coming down like little cotton balls, so our footprints didn't last very long. I always forget how cold it gets in the Winter.

"Well, uh," Spencer kept his voice low as he spoke. I raised an eyebrow before looking back up at him. "It's a long story," he added in an even lower voice.

"I have time for a long story," I mumbled with a shrug.

"It's a really long story," he looked down at me. I looked up at him and furrowed my eyebrows. It'd take a lot to get this story from him. I'm not even sure if it would be worth the fight...