“You’re freaking Bren and Jon out, you freak.”
Ryan throws a bottlecap at Spencer’s head where he’s sitting across the couch, but inside he’s panicking. “Howso?” He asks, hoping his underlying panic attack isn’t too obvious.
Spencer leans back into the couch. “Apparently you’re being a little girl, which is just offensive to little girls quite frankly.” He grins lazily, and Ryan hates how his stomach does flips. It didn’t used to be like this. It used to just be Spencer and Ryan, not Spencer and Ryan and Feelings.
A funny little getting-together thing. I just really love best friends-to-lovers, okay?