Endless Love - mickey bolitar x spoon spindell (spokey)

4- keep dancing

3rd person:

Mickey puts on "American Wedding" by Frank Ocean. He positions himself closely in front of Spoon.

"I wouldn't say no." He said with a wide smile in response to Spoons earlier question.

Spoon fixed Mickeys hands onto his shoulders and he brought his down to Mickeys waist.

"I don't believe in that leave room for Jesus shit , why are you so far away?" Spoon questioned. "What would your date think if you were 10 feet away from them the whole time?"

Mickey laughed and brought himself closer to Spoon, leaning his head on his chest.

"Is this how you do it?" Mickey asked, looking up for a moment.

"Looks alright to me!" Spoon said happily. His hands now rested on Mickeys hips. They moved around the back porch, taking in the music. Halfway through the song, rain drizzled atop of their heads. Spoons hair was slightly damp, but he waited until the song was over to pull apart from Mickey.

Water droplets littered Mickeys cut off tee. He shivered but just rested on Spoon. Spoon could already hear Emas lecturing but he couldn't bring himself to care.

He had a perfect boy in his arms, who could think of the future when they were living a perfect present?

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"Where have you guys been?" Ema said, tapping her foot on the carpet.

"No where." Spoon said ominously.

"Clearly outside." Rachel said, pointing at Spoons wet dog appearance.

"You snitch." Mickey said annoyed, flopping onto the bed. His curly head landed on Emas outstretched leg.

Rachel remained on a beanbag now. Spoon was left to the floor next to Rachel. They sent each other random pictures from their photo gallery.

Emas POV:

As I argued with Mickey over everything and nothing, I noticed something different about him. He had a jacket on.

Not just a jacket, but Spoon's jacket. I resisted from letting out an "AWWWW" and decided to text Spoon instead.

Me: No way you actually gave him your jacket...

Spoonilicious 🥄: listen listen listen... he was cold

Me: You want him SO BAD.

Spoonilicious 🥄: we literally practiced slow-dancing for the halloween dance outside

Me: NO WAY

Spoonilicious 🥄: yes way, i almost killed myself

Me: your life is clearly a teenage HS romance
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My glare at Spoon could be HEARD. He looked up with a smile. He knew I hated being left on read.

His (ALMOST) boyfriend still lied across my legs, he still continued his point about how Tom Holland is hotter than Andrew Garfield. An insane claim.

"Well can we both agree that Zendaya is a goddess?" I proposed. Mickey rolled his eyes but nodded.

"I mean ... have you seen that woman!" Mickey said, showing me a picture of her on pinterest .

I looked over to see Spoon staring at Mickey. Boy was he jealous. I could sense his envy.

Spoons POV:

How was Ema making Mickey laugh so much? That should be me over there. Instead, Im sitting with Rachel, sending her reels.

I mean I know Ema is obviously into Rachel, but it makes me so jealous seeing Mickey laughing away with other people...

Rachel's POV:

Spoon has been off all night since he left the room earlier. Guaranteed, it's only been an hour since he's returned, but he's never this quiet.

Not only that, but Ema has been quite distant. The only thing I thought that I could've possibly done was mention the dance. What's so wrong with that?

However, as I followed his gaze, I was met with Mickeys wild curls.

"Spoon, You okay?" I asked him.

"I swear to god if someone else asks if i'm okay i'll go through with killing myself." Spoon said with attitude.

"Well my bad." I said, throwing my hands up. I rolled my eyes immediately.

I opened my phone again. The only way I could communicate with him in this moment was through instagram .

Me: do u like him???

Spoon: who

Me: YK WHO.

Spoon: ofc i do
Spoon: do u like Ema?

Me: i mean, maybe??

Spoon: we need help

Me: Fr. it's low key really embarrassing that we're both just watching our crushes rn instead of makin some moves

Spoon: never say "makin some moves" ever again
Spoon: Youre so cringe Rach

I closed the app.

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Spoons POV

"We're fucked." I said with a whisper.

"Hell yeah we are. But I think i'll just ask her to the dance. If anything, i'll ask her as a friend if it goes south." Rachel said, smart girl.

"Shittt... maybe I'll do that too."

"It's in like 2 weeks or something." Rachel said.

" Guess we got to go shopping." I said, looking at Rachel with a grin.

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ew guys i'm cringing so hard over this story