As we pull up to my house I hear Spencer’s gasp. I look at her through the rearview mirror and just give her a slight smile. I’m used to this kind of reaction out of people when they see my house. I guess Spencer can see the sadness behind my smile because she gives me a look that is a mix of sympathy and an apology. I don’t know how she can already understand what I am thinking by just seeing the look on my face but I won’t question it. It’s an amazing feeling to have someone understand you completely, especially when you are madly in love with the one person that can. Becca can’t even read me that well. She tries, she really does, it’s just we don’t connect that way.

            We leave Becca in the living room. She is waiting there for the pizzas and watching TV. Aiden should be over here pretty soon to keep her company so I don’t feel too bad. As we enter my room I can see Spencer trying to take everything in. I love my room. The walls are the best part. You see Becca and I decided one day that we wanted to repaint my room. Mainly we wrote graffiti on the walls with our names, some quotes from us, lyrics to songs, and even movie quotes. It was Becca’s attempt to make me feel better after my dad missed my birthday…again.

            “Wow. Your room is amazing. My parents would never let me do something like that to my walls.” Spencer says trying to read everything we wrote. I smile at how adorable she looks. She is focusing so intently on every word. I can’t help but laugh as she reads the quote that says “A chicken and an egg are lying in bed.  The chicken is smoking a cigarette with a satisfied smile on its face and the egg is frowning and looking put out.  The egg mutters to no one in particular, "I guess we answered that question." What it’s a classic question. We were simply providing an answer. After reading the quote Spencer turns to me and raises an eyebrow at me. I just smirk and shrug my shoulders.