Officer Coursten^^^
Spencer's POV
Sunlight floods the room I awake from my slumber in, of course of all my luck I happened to face the sun-stricken window that stretches from wall to wall, floor to ceiling, showing off the beauty of the skyscrapers nearby. The bed I am in feels like a cloud on my stiff body, pulling me into its cozy yet strong seams. I extend my left leg backwards to explorer the rest of the bed, I don't even remember what happened and why I am here, my exploring leg suddenly bumps into an obstacle in its path, is that... Another person? I shift my head to face this so called 'obstacle', my god, it's another man. My mind went from serene to horrified in that second, I flail out of the covers and crash into the black marble floors, pain shoots through my lower back but I don't care, I just woke up next to a stranger! Apparently I stirred my bed partner as he groaned and sat up, I look at him utterly confused,
"W-w-who are you?" My raspy voice trembles as I try to get this man to identify himself.
He's wipes his baby blue eyes with the back of his hand, seeming to try and comprehend what was happening and why it was happening so quickly. He finally speaks after the seconds of silence,
"What?" He questions me, his sleepy voice sending chills through my body. I stare him down, examining his muscles to see if there's any connections I could possible make, and suddenly the memories of yesterday come rolling back in,
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Spencer's home
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"Spencer!" My mother Christine yelled from the sitting room, I act as if I don't hear her, everyone in the house knows that if she wakes you up it was to either do a task for her or she was going to lecture you. Again but louder, "Spencer!" She screams, I cover my ears, she's so annoying sometimes, she has that 'Pioneer Woman Voice' all loud but high pitch. I hear foot steps trampling up the steps, "oh great." I mumble to myself and put on my best sleeping act.
At least she has some decency to knock, "Spencer?" Her voice quieter now as she whispers behind the wooden frame. She turns the doorknob and invites herself in. "Spencer Clarke!" She shouts, I jump at her voice, clearly startled by her sudden act of energy. My face is buried in my cozy pillow, "Mwhat?" I ask her, my voice raspy from the hours of slumber I had achieved that night. She grins and places one hand in the other while standing on her tip-toes,
"Can you do me a favor?" She asks while batting her eyes.
"Ughhh," I toss and turn in my bed and think to myself maybe if I keep doing this she will leave, but to my luck she does not, she just stands there with hands on her hips, her blonde hair illuminated by the suns rays. I stare at her with annoyed plastered all over my face, she stares back and smiles, "I suppose." I accept her request.
"Great! Go to the supermarket." She says briefly before handing me a crumpled peice of notebook paper labeled 'Grocery list', and runs out of the room. She's so childish. I stand up out of my bed, I feel so groggy, I leave my hair a mess and just put on my hat. All I have to put on is pants, if I leave my shirt off the woman at the register always gives me a discount. I sprint out the door to the fresh air of the farm, the smells are just glorious, they flood your soul and always keeps you from being mad. I trample through the mud like a duckling as I try to reach the big four seated Chevy truck with silver rims plastered by mud, some would say I am a cowboy, I agree. I climb in and start the engine and speed out of the driveway and onto the highway. I turn on my country-life music, and don't mind the speed limit. 60-70-80-90 I keep speeding up, feeling a rush in my body. My festival of fun was over once I caught red and blue lights flashing behind me,
"Shit. Shit. Shit." I complain while beating my fists on the steering wheel. I slow down to a stop and the man gets out of his car, it's like one of those movies where a really hot guy gets out of a car or out of the water, oh how much I would kiss him. I watch him through the side mirror examining his movement and watching his muscles flex as he makes his way over to my truck. He eventually appears in my window and I roll it down, he steps back bewildered by me for some reason.
"Yes Officer," I look down at his badge, "Coursten?" I ask if that's how his name is pronounced. He nods and questions me,
"Do you have any idea how fast you were going?" He asks with an attractive tone in his voice that sent shockwaves through my body and made me shiver. I nod,
"I'm so sorry Officer I wasn't paying atten-" he cuts me off,
"Ah,ah,ah no excuses. You've been a bad boy and you need your punishment." He scribbles down something on his note pad and hands me the paper I roll my eyes annoyed, this is my second ticket this month!
"Here's your ticket." I sigh, he returns back to his car and sits for a moment. I open the ticket sad of my mistake. I was such a fool.
Wait, this isn't a ticket, it's not a yellow paper that no one wants. It's a white notebook paper. The paper had his number! Is this some booty call? For a one night stand? I mean I look pretty great if I could say so myself, wow, I'm really narcissistic. But he is pretty hot himself. I stick my head out my window and watch him drive by, we made eye contact and he winked and puckered his lips as he sped by.
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That's the end of that chapter! Tell me how you like it or didn't! The story of how they ended up in bed together will be continued next chapter! <3 Fixed the grammar problems I saw, if you see any more let me know and i will fix them asap!
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Yes Officer (Boyxboy)
Random"Yes Officer," I gaze down at his badge, "Coursten?" I ask if that's how his name is pronounced. He nods and questions me, "Do you have any idea how fast you were going?" He asks with an attractive tone in his voice that sent shockwaves through my b...
