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[closed for joel]
Sep. 14th, 2014 12:41 amWhat had started as simple preparation of their last available guest room--because Joel's parents are coming into town on Monday and it hadn't been until just a few hours ago that Spencer had started to panic about seeing them as his in-laws for the first time when he knows how hurt they both are about not getting to be there for the wedding--has now become a task much more daunting. He and Joel have been moving boxes upstairs, only to find that the clutter in the attack is getting to be far too much. He stands in the middle of everything now, boxes of books and clothes and photo albums and he doesn't even know what else, looking around and scratching his head as he wonders what on earth is going to be good for keeping or tossing.
He wanders over to one box simply marked 'Spencer--Baby" and it's only with a little bit of dread that he opens it. Spencer breathes a sigh of relief when he realizes the box is filled only with clothes, baby and toddler clothes, some of which Spencer actually remembers wearing when he'd been four and five. "My god," he says, holding up one onesie in particular and wrinkling his nose. "I don't remember my mother hating me this much. We're not keeping this as a hand-me-down for our baby, over my dead body."
He tosses the onesie back in the box before stepping over a pair of water skis that Spencer had never once tried to use, though Dane and his mother both had been excellent at the sport. He'd always been a little too tall, a little too gangly, a little too off-balance for any sports at all, so he'd often found himself just sitting on the bleachers doing his homework or reading a book while waiting for Dane to finish football practice. He'd stopped doing that after some of the crueler jocks had gone so far as to push him around while Dane had been in the locker room, but he pushes that memory aside as he walks over to Joel to see what his husband's inspecting.
"What do you-- Oh." He stares in surprise down at the photo album Joel has opened to a terribly embarrassing photo of himself as a child on Santa's lap with a young Shauna Mercier, who'd been the daughter of their neighbor and his mother's very good friend Sherry. She'd been a year above Spencer in school, and he'd had eyes for her for nearly two years when he'd gotten around to thinking of other people as attractive before she'd made it abundantly that she had no romantic interest in him. The photo is labeled SPENCER AND SHAUNA, 3 AND 4, CHRISTMAS 1988, and he lets out a soft laugh. "I had the biggest crush on this girl, I probably wished for a kiss on the cheek from her that Christmas." He grins up at his husband, leaning in to press a sweet, soft kiss to Joel's lips as he skillfully pulls the album from his hands. "And surely there's nothing else in here that you need to see."
He wanders over to one box simply marked 'Spencer--Baby" and it's only with a little bit of dread that he opens it. Spencer breathes a sigh of relief when he realizes the box is filled only with clothes, baby and toddler clothes, some of which Spencer actually remembers wearing when he'd been four and five. "My god," he says, holding up one onesie in particular and wrinkling his nose. "I don't remember my mother hating me this much. We're not keeping this as a hand-me-down for our baby, over my dead body."
He tosses the onesie back in the box before stepping over a pair of water skis that Spencer had never once tried to use, though Dane and his mother both had been excellent at the sport. He'd always been a little too tall, a little too gangly, a little too off-balance for any sports at all, so he'd often found himself just sitting on the bleachers doing his homework or reading a book while waiting for Dane to finish football practice. He'd stopped doing that after some of the crueler jocks had gone so far as to push him around while Dane had been in the locker room, but he pushes that memory aside as he walks over to Joel to see what his husband's inspecting.
"What do you-- Oh." He stares in surprise down at the photo album Joel has opened to a terribly embarrassing photo of himself as a child on Santa's lap with a young Shauna Mercier, who'd been the daughter of their neighbor and his mother's very good friend Sherry. She'd been a year above Spencer in school, and he'd had eyes for her for nearly two years when he'd gotten around to thinking of other people as attractive before she'd made it abundantly that she had no romantic interest in him. The photo is labeled SPENCER AND SHAUNA, 3 AND 4, CHRISTMAS 1988, and he lets out a soft laugh. "I had the biggest crush on this girl, I probably wished for a kiss on the cheek from her that Christmas." He grins up at his husband, leaning in to press a sweet, soft kiss to Joel's lips as he skillfully pulls the album from his hands. "And surely there's nothing else in here that you need to see."
