Breakfast and a phone call from Pete.
Spencer smelled bacon as he awoke. That told him it was morning already. He rolled over and found his bed empty and cold. That told him that Jon had left at some point, probably when he started snoring. They guys had always made fun of his snoring on the bus. Wasn’t very fair, really. He couldn’t help that he snored.
He sat up, swinging his legs over the side of the bed and stretched. He picked up a t-shirt from the floor and pulled it on. Standing, he headed out of his room and towards the kitchen.
He heard the clicking of claws on the hardwood floor and saw Penny Lane running to him. He bent down and picked her up, letting her kiss him before carrying her into the kitchen. The scene that greeted him made him smile. Ryan and Brendon were fighting over a cereal box and Jon was standing at the stove cooking eggs and bacon.
“I found something in the hall.”
Ryan and Brendon froze mid argument and Brendon jumped up quickly and came to take Penny out of Spencer’s arms. “How’s my little lady,” he said to her in a high pitched voice, his face right against hers as she licked him all over.
Spencer grinned then found a mug of coffee under his nose. “Morning,” Jon said, handing him the mug. He took it, looking at the color. It was perfect. Just how he liked it. The color, he realized, matched Jon’s eyes.
“Thanks,” he said, taking a sip. “Mmm, perfect.”
Jon smiled. “You’d think I would know how you like your coffee after fetching it for so long.”
Spencer smiled. “Coffee and breakfast. What did I do to deserve this?”
Brendon, still holding Penny, hugged him with one arm. “Because you’ve been awesome, like always, at taking care of us.”
His face flushed and he hugged Brendon back. “Then thanks.” He let go of his friend and moved to sit at the table. Ryan was grinning at him from across the table. He wasn’t quite sure exactly why he was grinning so broadly, but Spencer liked it.
They sat around the table eating breakfast and chatting like nothing had changed since their split. Spencer couldn’t keep his eyes off Jon, as hard as he tried. There were a few times his leg “unintentionally” touched Jon’s.
Brendon was up from the table first, going to take Penny out. Spencer stood and said he’d do the dishes and Ryan offered to help. Jon ended up going with Brendon since Zack wasn’t back yet. Spencer started getting the sink ready for the dishes and looked at Ryan. “Are you sick or something? You never volunteer to help with anything.”
Ryan smirked at him. “Well, I wanted to be able to tell you congratulations.”
“For what?” He looked at him curiously.
“Finally telling Jon. So who said it first?”
His face turned beet red. “Said what?”
“’I love you’ and seriously, dude, could you have been more obvious while we were eating? You couldn’t keep your eyes off him.” Ryan grinned.
“That’s really none of your…” He paused and huffed in irritation. If he didn’t tell him, Ryan would bother him forever for an answer. He looked down at the dishes covered in soapy water and muttered, “He did.”
Of course Ryan heard him. His friend snorted. “Chickened out again, huh?”
“Actually, we tried to speak at the same time, but I let him go first. I had no idea what he was going to say.” He began washing the dishes, handing them to Ryan to rinse and put in the drain. “Does Brendon know?”
Ryan shrugged. “I doubt it. He was too busy looking at me and Jon to notice you. I think he was amazed that we're still here.”
They worked in quiet for a while, Spencer figuring Ryan had gotten what he wanted. “It’s stupid to think it was your fault,” Ryan said, breaking the silence.
Spencer kept washing. They were almost finished. “It’s how my mind works. You should know that.”
Before Ryan to answer, Brendon walked into the kitchen talking on the phone. “Yeah, he and Ry are washing dishes. I know! I'll take a picture, I promise. Hang on.” He held the phone out towards Spencer. “Pete wants to talk to you. I’ll finish the dishes.”
He turned and looked at the phone then at Brendon. Bren looked perfectly normal. With a sigh, he wiped off his hands and took the phone. “I do not want to come back in here and see water everywhere,” he said, pointing a finger at Brendon and Ryan. “I swear. Behave, you two.”
He walked from the room hearing Brendon and Ryan giggling behind him. He put the phone up to his ear as he shook his head. “What’s up, Pete.”
“Spence! Just wanted you to know we’re going to have a memorial for Sarah tomorrow night. I’ve talked to about everyone from FBR and everyone else we know. They all want to be there. In fact, Hayley, Jeremy and Taylor are canceling their gig tomorrow night to attend. Tried to talk Hayley out of it, but she’s insistent.”
Spencer walked into the living room as he listened to Pete. Jon was sitting on the couch watching TV, so he went to sit beside him. “Well, she is a rather strong individual.” He slid his hand into Jon’s.
“Gee and Mikey are coming, too. William, Gabe, Vicky, Greta… everyone we’ve toured with. They all want to support you guys.”
“Bren. They’re supporting Bren.”
“Nah, they’re supporting all of you. Hey, by the way, I think it’s great you got Ross and Walker to show up. Means a lot to Brendon.”
“All I did was tell them what happened. They did the rest.” He squeezed Jon’s hand and smiled at him.
“But you contacted them first. Stop trying to put the credit on someone else, Smith. This is all you. Hey, I gotta run. I’ll call you tomorrow with the finalized plans.”
“Okay, Pete. Talk to you then.” Spencer hung up the phone and tossed it aside and laid his head on Jon’s shoulder. He looked up and finally realized that Zack was there. He must have gotten back while Brendon and Jon were outside. He was looking back at him with a raised eyebrow. Spencer stiffened and Zack smiled.
Jon raised his arm and put it around Spencer’s shoulder. Brendon and Ryan appeared in the living room, shoving each other and grinning. Brendon saw Spencer lying against Jon and pouted. “No fair hogging Jon, Spencer.” He plopped down on Jon’s other side and curled up against him. “Ah, better,” he said when Jon put his arm around him, too.
Ryan rolled his eyes. “Damn Jon, you’re such a fag.”
“Takes one to know one,” Jon replied with a grin on his face and Ryan smiled back.
“Dear God,” Zack said with an exasperated sigh. “I feel like I’m back on the bus with you guys.”
Brendon started giggling first then everyone else began laughing. It really did feel like they were back on tour. Maybe they could make it.