SPENCER P.O.V.

I woke up with arms wrapped around me. Turning, I saw Wings lightly breathing next to me. He stirred and gently opened his eyes.

"How did you sleep?" he asked groggily.

"Good," I said vaguely. I could feel the dried tears on my cheek.

"Me too, I liked waking up next to you," he smiled. Before I could say anything else my door opened slightly. Wings looked worriedly at me.

"Spencer?" Joshua opened my door wider and I pushed Wings off the side of the bed. He crawled underneath just as Joshua walked in.

"I'm leaving in a few minutes and Mom wants you to come with me," he said from the doorway.

"Whatever. I'll be down in a minute." He nodded and went downstairs.

Wings popped up from the side of my bed.

"That was close," he breathed.

"I know. Listen, just take one of Timbers old shirts and climb out of the window." He nodded and I threw him a shirt.

"Bye, I'll see you in a couple of minutes," he said, halfway out the window. I kissed him goodbye and watched him climb down before I got ready for the day.

DP P.O.V.

Last night was horrible. Spencer is so mad at us. And the way she yelled; I didn't think someone so small could have so much anger.

At least she forgave Wings. I can't see them with anyone but each other. I pushed the thoughts out of my mind and started changing for the Sandlot.

Looking across into Spencer's room, I saw her toss a shirt across the room. Then, something unexpected popped up. Literally. Wings was putting on the shirt and walking towards the window. I moved towards the side of my room where I knew they couldn't see me but I could see them.

She kissed him and he climbed out the window heading in the direction of the Sandlot. She smiled to herself and closed her blinds, probably getting changed.

I sat back on my bed confused. Sure, they left together last night, but didn't he go home? Why was he shirtless in Spencer's room? Man, he was going to get it.

Quickly, I got changed and went over to their house.

Timber opened the door for me and I walked in, not planning on telling him what went down with Spencer and Wings.

"Is Spencer coming with us?" I asked.

"Yeah, she should be down any second." I nodded my head and as if on cue Spencer came trotting downstairs and out of the door, not a word to Timber or me.

"I guess we're leaving then," Timber walked out of the door and I followed. Quickly we caught up to Spencer and walked right behind her.

"Why is she so happy?" Timber asked.

"I don't know ask Wings," I grumbled. We made it to the sandlot last, as usual.

"Hey guys. Hey Spencer," Tommy got a sad look on his face when Spencer brushed past him. He was like another older brother to her.

"She still mad, man?" Two Ton asked.

"She's not just mad. She's furious," I answered. Before we could continue we turned to the sound of bike tires behind us. Wings stumbled up.

"Sorry I'm late, guys. Slept in," he had a disgustingly huge smile on his face pointed right at Spencer.

"Come on, let's just play," growled Evan, now clear to play.

"Evan you pitch, I'll take short," Timber said, looking at Wings who just shrugged and walked over to Spencer in the dugout.

She kissed him hard, knowing everyone was watching. He pulled away with a smile on his face.

"I can't even think about forgiving them right now," she sighed. Sweet, I could hear everything they're saying!

"They apologized and they had a good reason," Wings said.

"Yeah I guess. But it was so easy for them to lie to me." A pitch came and would've hit me if I didn't snapback into focus.

"What about DP?" I payed extra close attention now.

"I mean, I love him. He's like my brother, but-" Before she could finish or I could hear her, I was knocked over by the pitch.

"DP!" Spencer called, rushing to my side.

"Yeah, I'm good," I slowly sat up and groaned.

"You're done for the day."

SPENCER P.O.V.

I gasped and ran towards home plate as soon as DP got knocked over.

"DP! Are you okay?" I said worriedly.

"Yeah, I'm good," he said, the pain evident in his voice.

"You're done for the day." I helped him sit up and took him to the dugout. Wings ran out onto the field and DP sat next to me.

"You scared me," I said.

"I said I was fine," he mumbled.

"That doesn't mean I'm not concerned."

"Well you seem like you could care less about us," he spat.

"Are you seriously getting angry with me? I didn't even do anything!" I slightly raised my voice.

"Don't lie to me, Spencer. I saw him climb out of your window this morning."

"Thank doesn't mean we did anything! Why don't you ask me first before you assume things." I turned away from him with anger.

"I just don't want you to do anything you'll regret," he said.

"You were angry with us and you two just got back together. He was there when you were hurt." I turned back to him.

"I'm 16, DP. Even if I wanted that to happen, it would be my choice."

"We're just growing up too fast. I don't want our relationship to change," he said sincerely.

"I don't want it to change either."

"Are you still mad at us?" he looked deep into my eyes.

"Not so much you, but definitely everyone else," I told him.

"They really didn't mean to hurt you."

"I know, but that doesn't mean it didn't hurt. They were lying to me for a year," I said. He shrugged and dropped the subject. We sat there for the rest of the practice just talking. He had apologized and I had fully forgiven him.

"Hey, Spencer, time to go home," Timber approached us.

"Uh, actually Timber, I was going to take Spencer to see a movie. If she wants," Wings said. I nodded and smiled, walking away with him.

"I'll be home later," I called over my shoulder.

"So you an DP are okay? I saw you guys talking," Wings said as he grabbed my hand.

"Yeah, we're good now," I confirmed.

"What about the other guys?"

"None of them have come up to me. All day, though, I've wanted to go up to Tommy and give him a hug. He barely talked and he looked so sad," I confessed.

"Then why don't you just forgive him?" Wings asked.

"It's not that easy." But could it be that easy? All I had to do was say, "It's okay."

"Come on let's just forget about that tonight," Wings payed for our tickets and we headed inside.

We sat down near the back of the theater and as soon as the lights dimmed Wings put his arm around my shoulder. I snuggled into him and smiled to myself.

About forty-five minutes into the movie Wings started squirming in his seat. I sat up and turned to him.

"Are you alri-" Before I could finish he captured my lips with his.

"The arm rest in between us was making in harder to get close to each other. So effortlessly Wings lifted me onto his lap. His hands rested on my hipbones and my arms were loosely around his neck.

"Yes, I'm sure they're in here!" I tried to pull away from Wings as I heard the familiar voices but he brought me back to him.

"Spencer!" someone whisper-shouted. "Where are you?" Quickly before they found us I returned to my seat and fixed myself.

I jumped from someone abruptly sitting next to me.

"Hey guys, how's the date?"

"Having a good time?" Why. Are. They. Here.

"It was going great until you idiots showed up," Wings grumbled, shoving Tommy's arm off of the rest. I glared at DP next to me.

"Why are you guys here?" I said through my teeth.

"Just wanted to spend time with our favorite couple," Two Ton said from behind us. An usher came to our row.

"We've gotten several complaints. I'm going to have to ask you to leave." We got up in embarrassment and left the theater.

"Oh, Spencer, Timber said he wants you home, your parents are out," DP told me. I groaned and looked at Wings, upset. He brought me into a hug.

"I wasn't done with you yet," he growled sensually into my ear, making me shiver.

"Meet me in my room in 15 minutes," I said softly. He nodded and kissed me softly.

"Gross, let's go," DP interrupted. I rolled my eyes and me and the boys started heading towards my house.

"What about Wings?" Two Ton asked.

"He said he'll meet up with us soon, he just has to go home first," Tommy said. I smiled to myself and picked up my pace. Two Ton and DP fell behind and Tommy came and started walking next to me.

"Hey," he said.

"Hi," I responded. We looked at each other with slight smiled.

"I'm sorry," he looked at the ground.

"I know." He looked at my eyes and saw their playful expression.

Immediately he picked me up in his arms and shook me around and twirled me in circles.

"Never be mad at me again," he smiled contently.

"Well don't make me mad at you." We walked into our house and I raced up the stairs.

Picking up all the clothes on my floor and changing into my pajamas, I got ready for Wings to come.

I heard a knock on my window just as I finished cleaning and excitedly opened it.

"You have to be quiet, all the guys are downstairs," I told him. He nodded and crashed his lips on mine with eagerness.

I giggled and let him lie me down on my freshly made bed. He didn't hesitate with deepening the kiss at all, picking up where we left off at the movies.

In no time at all his shirt was on the ground and mine was working its way there. Soon I was just in a bra and my shorts.

"Wings," I breathed out. He broke away and looked into my eyes.

"I love you," he said hesitantly.

"I love you, too," I smiled before reconnecting our lips. He moved to my neck and collarbone and started to leave a mark.

I love him. And he loves me. That's crazy.

I brought his head to level with mine and smirked under his lips when I felt his hands go in my back pockets.

I felt my hands travel towards his belt loops where my thumbs rested. Without warning I found Wings lying on his back and I was sitting at the bottom of his torso. His hands caressed my face lovingly as I let my hands run along his chest.

My small shorts were riding low but I didn't make a move to fix them. Wings removed his hands from my face and went to unbutton his jeans. I continued to kiss him passionately, reassuring him. He moved his lips to my neck after his jeans were on the floor, sucking lightly. His hands went to my back an eventually found my bra clasp.

I tangled my hands in his hair and just as he was about to unhook my bra we heard something less than desired.

"Go Wings!"

My eyes snapped open and I looked at my doorway which held Tommy, Two Ton, DP and my brother.

Wings threw my sheets over my body as he sat up abruptly.

"Get out of here!" he shouted. Three of the four snickered as they closed the door. He slipped on his jeans and handed me his shirt to put on.

"I'll be right back," he said, jogging out the door. Before I could fully process what just happened, he returned with my brother.

"Joshua, listen," I started.

"I'm not angry, Spencer," he said with a smile. "You're right. It's your life and I need to stop trying to control it. I'm sorry. For everything. I love you." I sat there with a shocked expression on my face.

"I'm sorry, too," I said and he brought me into a hug.

"And, don't do that when I'm home," he said looking at Wings and I. I looked down and I heard Wings chuckle. We fixed ourselves and headed into the kitchen with the boys, who were smirking at us, of course.

"Just say it now," I groaned.

"What?" Tommy smiled.

"Just about how you two were upstairs, getting-"

"Okay, that's enough!" Wings pushed Two Ton away. You buried your head into Wing's chest and he leaned down and whispered in your ear,

"I love you."