Spencer tried to get me to open up about my little hiccup on Monday, but I didn't tell him off course, what could I do about it?
What the fuck would I say?
'Well, I had a panic attack because I'm being blackmailed by a dangerous criminal who is threatening to out my alcoholism, drug addiction and kill all of my friends. Oh and I gave him the location of a republican and his family'
Fuck off.
That would be a terrible idea. I'd prefer to suffer in silence.
"Let's go out" Spencer announced opening my bedroom curtains.
When I don't have work, I tend to lie in bed till about 4 pm, I say I'm catching up on sleep but I don't sleep, I just lie there hoping to god that my phone doesn't ring.
"Go away, I'm catching up on sleep" I groaned pulling the duvet over my face.
"Y/n, you do this every weekend, you sleep all day, and completely ignore me, come on, let's do something" Spencer whined, pulling the duvet off me.
"Spencer I don't want to wake up" I mumbled curling into a ball.
"Come on baby" Spencer cooed, slowly climbing on top of me and planting a kiss on my cheek.
"I'm tired" I moaned as a tear rolled down your cheek.
"Baby, I promise we won't do anything strenuous" Spencer stated softly as he wiped the tear from my face. "You need to get out of bed, I've got everything ready, all you need to do is get dressed"
"If we walk for more than 10 minutes I'm going back to bed" I mumbled.
"Sure" Spencer smiled, putting his hands under my arms and pulling me up out of bed. "There we go"
I trudged around my room, grabbing the clothes I needed, then with help from Spencer I put them on. He brushed my hair and grabbed the essentials before leaving the house with me and Milo.
It was hot outside, the sky was clear, the sun was shining brightly, there were flowers dotted all around the city.
