"She was in love with you," Spencer said looking up at me for the first time since she sat down. I nodded my head. "Are you in love with her?" I looked back at her, and stared.

"No. I love her as a friend, but never saw her as anything more. Falling in love with her is like falling in love with my sister," I said honestly.

"Does she know that?"

"No. I probably won’t ever see her again, so I don’t want to break her heart. It would be too difficult for her to hear and for me to say," I said looking down and twirling my thumbs again. "So how was the rest of the concert?" I asked trying to change the mood of the conversation.

"It was really good. I wish you could have seen it. It was the best concert I’ve ever been to," she said with a small smile. "Mandy Monroe was a very beautiful person. I wish I could have heard her sing live before she died."

"Me too. Me too," I said lowering my head and trying to hold back my tears. "How about we come over to my house tonight. I can make a mean spaghetti and I have a bootleg CD with some songs we can listen to. I bet you will love them," I said. Of course I don’t have a bootleg of my own CD. It was just a recording of songs I wrote that never made it on my CD. Spencer looked at me as if she were thinking about it. "Think of it as an I’m sorry for Saturday thing," I said pleading her.

"Of course I’ll go. I just wanted to hear you beg," she said with a cheeky smile.

x~o~x~o~x~o

"Mi casa es tu casa," I said holding the door open for Spencer. "Make yourself at home. Bathrooms to the right, and my room are to the left. You hungry?" I called out as I went to hang up my jacket in the closet.

"Yeah, I’m starving," she said.

"Alrighty then," I said clapping my hands together. "I’ll go start the spaghetti. Care to join me?" I asked holding out my arm.