two • (mxm)

chapter three

"spencer? i know you're in there. i saw you run up the stairs." a gentle voice carried through the door, sounding angry through its soft tones – a bit desperate, too .

i sighed before opening the door, which revealed a man who was about my height but thinner, red-haired and freckle-faced.

"my apologies, the north pole is that way," i told him, commenting on the fact that he looked quite a bit like an elf. his rosy cheeks and bright blue eyes weren't helping a damn thing.

his cheeks gained color, and his eyes darted to the floor. "you're not spencer," he stated, sighing gently before looking back up at me. "but he came in here, right?"

"you must be his boyfriend or something," i assumed with a sigh, leaning my head against the door exasperatedly. spencer and everything about him was exhausting me already, and it had been less than a day since we'd met.

the red-head gave me an odd look of confusion, shaking his head. "hell no," he clarified, louder than needed. "he owes me money."

"owes you money?" i questioned, brow furrowed in confusion. i stood straight, ceasing my lean against the door. "for what?"

"something better discussed inside," the red-head explained dismissively. "is he in there?"

"i can't say i've seen him," i answered truthfully. lying has always been a big thing for me. i only lie when absolutely necessary, and sometimes not even then.

"tell him i need the five hundred by tomorrow, or to give me my stuff back," he mumbled, obviously not wanting to carry on our conversation. i was a bit baffled as to why spencer would owe this little imp money.

"i'm assuming that's all, then. i mean, unless you wanted to sell me cookies. in that case –"

"i get it, i get it," grumbled the red-head. "i'm small, haha," he continued dryly. "well, so are you. just tell him, will you?"

"sure thing," i answered before shutting the door. i do suppose maybe that was a bit rude, but he was done talking anyway. i waited a few moments before calling back to spencer. "he's gone, you can come out now."

i heard spencer's footsteps as he made his way down the hallway. accompanied by a ridiculous smile, he wore what i'd assumed was work clothes. though he was clad in jeans and a hoodie, i could only assume he'd been at work. the only question was, where the hell did he work?

"thanks, man," he greeted. "i'm guessing you know why i ran from him."

"oh, so it wasn't because he was your boyfriend?" i asked flatly. "because he was adamant that that wasn't the case."

spencer's smile faded fast. his face flushed a pale white color, and he took a step towards me. i heard some banging around in the bathroom over the silence of his horrified gaze, and i'm glad i didn't hear anything else. "wait, what?"

"you're gay, right?" confused, i met his eyes and frowned, neutralizing the look he gave me.

"well, yeah. but anthony didn't know that! and now he's gonna go tell everyone, and..." he paused, glaring at me with narrowed eyes. "if you weren't already beat to hell, i would fuck you up so bad right now."

i snorted. "he probably thought i was joking." my confident tone fell a bit as i realized spencer was actually scared. his chest rose and fell heavily as he looked over at me, face still paper white. "right?"

"hopefully!" spencer spat back, throwing his arms in the air. he began to fiddle nervously with his hands, first running them through his hair and then biting his fingernails. "fuck, i'll be lucky if i don't end up looking like you tomorrow."