I pull him out of the car, trying to avoid getting his throw up on his clothes but it was inevitable. Besides, he was already covered in it on his collar anyways. I tell him to stay there whilst I grab his bag from the back seat. He tries to wander off as i'm locking his car doors and I quickly run towards him. I grab him by the back of his shirt and spin him around. He smiles at me, but I can tell he's still very very drunk.

"You couldn't stay away from me for long enough could you, (Y/N)?" He flirts with me.

"Nope, I couldn't. Now come on, let's get you cleaned up. I hold his hand as we make our way to his door. I unlock the door and bring him to his couch. He sits down and I pull off his converse. I throw them to the side and start heading to the kitchen. I make him a glass of water and grab him some saltine crackers from the pantry.

I return to the couch to see he's turned on the TV. He's looking through the science channels. Of course. I sit next to him and hand him the cup of water and crackers.

"Drink some water please." I push the cup a little.

He puts the cup to his lips and drinks the whole thing. I try to get him to eat but he won't. I start to grip the hem of his shirt beginning to pull it off of him but he stops me.

"What are you doing?" He looks me up and down.

"I'm helping you out of your shirt because you probably don't want to sit here in a shirt with barf all over it. Tell me i'm wrong, but that doesn't seem very comfortable to me." I laugh and tell him to lift his arms.

I undo his tie and throw it on the ground. Then I lift his shirt up and over his messy head of hair. My eyes land on his chest and I feel the sudden urge to kiss him but I don't, he isn't in his right mind right now and I also know he will regret it in the morning.

"Take a picture, it lasts longer." He smiles tucking a piece of hair behind his ear.

Alright. This Spencer is a very different universe than sober Spencer. I grab a washcloth and dampen it. I sit on his coffee table and grab his jaw with my right hand tilting it up and to the side to get a clear look at the cut on his cheek. I start to dab at it, cleaning off the blood. He winces at the pain every once in a while. I bring my hand to his hair and run my hand over it before speaking again.

"Come here, pretty boy. I think I want sober Spence back." I laugh as I drag him into his bathroom.

"You don't like me like this?" He tugs on the collar of my shirt, licking his lips. He comes so close that I can feel his breath on my neck. I shiver a bit before snapping out of it and running a warm bath for him.

"Spencer, you aren't sane right now. Alcohol has a profound effect on the complex structures of the brain. It blocks chemical signals between brain cells, leading to the common immediate symptoms of intoxication, including impulsive behavior, slurred speech, poor memory, and slowed reflexes." I scramble around, gathering clean and comfortable clothes for him to get into after his bath.

"You sound like me. I like it (Y/N)." he laughs trying to pull me closer to him again.

"I need you to calm down and get in the bath okay. Call me if you need something." I say, shoving him away and pushing the clothes into his arms at the same time.

I hear him close the door and get into the tub. I go outside quickly and clean up his car. I come back in and hear the water draining from the bath tub. I smell his cologne. The alcohol must be fading at least a little bit by now. Six shots of tequila. Dear god. And he said he loved me earlier. It's probably just because he's drunk. Definitely because he's drunk.

Spencer is in his bedroom now and I suddenly hear him call my name. I open the door slightly and see him still shirtless. He's holding his shirt in his hands and his hair is still dripping a bit. It has some soap in it still too.

"I can't get my shirt on. Can you help me please?" He looks helpless.

"Spence, you still have soap in your hair. Let's go back in the bathroom and we can run your hair under the sink water. I'll help you get the rest of the shampoo out." I guide him back into the bathroom and turn the sink handles till the water is a good temperature.

He lays his head back in the sink and I run my fingers though his hair. The bubbles fall out and slowly swirl down the drain. I grab a towel off the rack and tell him to stand back up. I put the towel on his head and start to rub so it dries off. I scrub his scalp, resulting in his head falling back in my lap. He was relaxed and starting to feel better. Good.

"Does that feel good?" I laugh as he tenses up again at my comment.

"It feels amazing (Y/N). I don't know what I would do without you. You can do so much better than Ethan." He scolds, making me stop.

I get off the bed and help him into his shirt. I am stunned by how much hatred he has for Ethan. Not that he's my favorite person in the world anymore after the way he treated Spence in the bar but still. There shouldn't be a reason that Spencer has an issue with him in the first place.

"Did you mean what you said in the car?" I ask him, referring to the L word.

"What did I say?" He asks, I still can't see his face. Of course he forgot.

"Okay, it's nothing. Forget I said anything." I start to grab his hairbrush from the dresser.

"(Y/N), I remember. Yes I meant it." He laughs a little under his breath before looking up at me with his eyes but keeping his head hung low.

"Oh, so you've got jokes now?" I smile at him.

"Mhm." He chuckles shaking his head up and down. I begin to brush his hair out.

After I finish brushing out his brown curly locks I place the brush back on the dresser and before I can stand up, Spencer turns around and pins me down on the bed. I look up at him and open my mouth in surprise. I'm not supposed to want this. He's my colleague. He's my friend. I need to get over him. Why does he turn me on so much.

He brings his lips close to mine but doesn't kiss me yet. He makes eye contact with me and places a few kisses on my neck and on my jawline before kissing my lips. His kiss is hungry. Like he's been wanting to kiss me for years. He doesn't stop kissing me until he is forced to come up for air. He starts to unbutton my shirt and before anything else happens I sit up and push him off of me. His face turns to worry and sadness.

"Hey, i'm sorry. I don't know what got into me." He looks down.

"It isn't your fault Spencer, you're drunk and can't control yourself right now." I smile at him, buttoning my shirt back up and fixing my hair a bit.

"Yeah but when people are drunk they also say things that they don't mean to say. When I said I love you, I meant it. Even though i'm drunk. It's the truth. I've always loved you and seeing you with Ethan pissed me off. I want to be with you. Not him." He rants.

"Spencer, I don't want to take advantage of you right now. I love you too but, we need to wait to do things before you go making decisions you'll regret in the morning." I smile at him tucking a piece of hair behind his ear.

We walk out of the bedroom and back to the couch. I turn on a movie and cuddle with him. Sooner or later, he's asleep in my arms. I pull the blanket off the back of the couch, throwing it over the top of both of us.

"Goodnight Spence. I love you." I whisper, thinking he asleep.

"Goodnight (Y/N). I love you more." He smiles not even opening his eyes.