Take Me Away

The room was silent except the sound of Spencer eating his dinner.

The floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room reflected the city lights, the traffic on the viaduct, the colorful neon lights and Fiona's thin figure.

Fiona walked over to the door. Staring at Spencer's two-meter high parcel, she bent down and dragged it into the bedroom.

Spencer ate quickly as he was starving. After a while, the plates were all empty. He started on his porridge while watching Fiona. She took a few steps forward and he crossed his legs, looking at her with a wicked grin.

Fiona was reluctant, and yet she couldn't disobey him, which made Spencer feel very comfortable.

'Spencer, you are so shameless!'

he thought to himself.

Standing in the guest room, Fiona removed Spencer's sheets and quilt cover and began to make the bed. 'Just hold on a little longer. When the new semester begins, I can live in the dormitory room, and if Spencer wants to live here, just let him,' she thought.

He walked barefoot to the guest room and gazed at her back. There was a gentle fluttering in his heart, which made him a little restless. His eyes traveled down her neck all the way to her back, but he frowned and asked, "What's that on your back? It looks like a scar."

Fiona shivered. She quickly straightened up and turned around to face Spencer. She was afraid, but she pretended to be angry. "What are you looking at?"

Spencer looked away and snorted. "I just saw it by accident. It's not like I'm not interested in it! Hey, you should go buy a pair of slippers tomorrow because I forgot to bring mine."

"I have no money," she replied shortly. She started removing clothes from his parcel and tried to keep her back out of Spencer's line of vision the whole time.

"How much does a pair of slippers cost? You are so stingy!" Spencer turned around and marched into the bathroom.

While he was out of sight, Fiona hurriedly put her hand around her shoulder and touched her scar. Her eyes grew sadder as she thought she couldn't wear this nightgown anymore. She was lost in thought when she suddenly heard the sound of Spencer's footsteps. She quickly put her hand down and started hanging up his clothes in the closet.

He returned with his wallet and tossed it in front of Fiona. "Here you are. The wallet is loaded."

Fiona was taken by surprise when she picked up the wallet, because it was wet. She had a strange expression on her face. She stared at Spencer and asked, "Did you just wash your wallet?"

"Of course not. It was in my pocket the whole time." Spencer shrugged.

Fiona quickly opened the wallet. Sure enough, the bag was moist. She hurriedly asked, "Spencer, do you have any important identification in this?"

"Yes! What's wrong?"

Fiona's eyes widened. She held up his wallet and said, "But the wallet is drenched!"

"What?" Spencer grabbed the wallet and looked at it. "Shit!"

It was the first time that Fiona had seen so much emotion from him. He carefully removed everything from his wallet. All kinds of cards and bills were scattered on the bed and the floor.

her feet and said, "This one is

it seemed that he hadn't heard what Fiona said, as his eyebrows were still tightly knitted. He shook his wallet rapidly. All of a sudden, a photo, two inches wide, flew out of his wallet, and fell on the floor with the reverse side facing up.

photo and carefully lifted

may leave now,"

She turned to look at him and saw

identity of the person in the photo. But the next minute, she

The two of them looked like they were very close to each other. The boy looked cool and was expressionless, and the girl's head was

pretended to be cool just to hide his shyness. The photo was a

different if that

next morning and quickly got out of bed to cook. She was annoyed about how hard it was to live with

Knock, knock, knock!

his bedroom door. "Hey, Spencer?

turn the doorknob. The quilt and the bed sheet were already

odd. Where

She ate her breakfast in peace. Then

her phone, interrupting her drawing. She glanced at it

our college. Do you want to try it, Fiona?

was from

their encounter at the museum the last time, they had saved each other's phone number. Ryan would send her messages from time to time. Today

'Should I go?'

face. Ryan's white shirt and bright smile were exactly what Fiona

are we

was typing the message, she heard a sound behind her. She turned around to examine the source of the sound. Spencer had opened the door and was sauntering in. He had donned sportswear and

commented, looking at his watch.

face, Fiona asked hesitantly, "Did you go for a run? Have you eaten

pointed his chin out of the window and replied, "I went for a run

I ate without waiting for him, he will be upset,' Fiona thought to

anything either," she lied. Standing up Fiona put her phone aside and asked, "So what do you want to eat, Chinese food? Western

eat that!" Looking at the shoe cabinet angrily, he said, "And

into the bathroom. She turned to the kitchen. Her phone, which was on

was still cooking, so he said, "Cook a

replied without looking back at

the window as he dried his hair. Looking at her sketchpad, he flipped through the paintings and

a hurry to paint this? Who is she planning

doing? Don't touch my sketchpad! Get away from it!" Fiona

around, he let out a snort at the sight of her panic-stricken face. "I told you it was an

her lips together and didn't say anything. She was still

dining table. Spencer pursed his lips. "Look