Well Jesus fucking Christ I thought Spence was bad the first time Ash left, but it seems I was sadly mistaken. About two weeks after her departure Spencer got into one of the biggest arguments with Paula that I have ever seen which ended with me and her moving back into the mansion which isn’t going so well considering she has this habit of waking me up in the middle of the night and making me go and sleep with her in Ashley’s old bed, she says it is because she is more familiar with it. I personally think it’s a comforting mechanism because that bed was practically hers as well. It hurts me to see her like this all mope and sad and that is exactly why I have decided that three months of a depressed Spence is more than enough for me to have in my life span so I think it’s time I tell her my plan. I grab the reality magazine I picked up earlier today and head up stairs to our room where I find her huddled under the covers reading some book, I think it’s the Princess Bride because she has silent tears running down her cheeks as she sniffles and bites her bottom lip. Good lord she is cute, I shake my head a bit and clear my throat causing her to snap to attention.

“Oh hey Kyla your back.” She smiles brightly and dog-ears the page she is on before setting the book down. “Did your errands go as planned?” she asks and I nod sitting down on the edge of our bed.

“Yep I found exactly what we needed.” She tilts her head a bit at that giving me a puzzled expression until I pull out the magazine and toss it in her lap.

“Kyla, why did you get a reality magazine.” She asks while beginning to flip through the booklet.

“Because how else would we find our new home Spencey.” She drops the magazine in her lap and stares at me like I’m nuts. “Spencer, are you okay?” I ask a little worriedly after she doesn’t move for a few minutes.

“I-I’m okay, but are you serious? Are we really going to move into our own place?” I nod furiously and she squeals pouncing on me and I think I just died a little bit from all the happiness that washes over me in that second.