#oh my god the adidas tracksuit energy

[akvtsuki-ari]

Arizona’s

Warnings; none really, swearing but this is a goofy fluff fic smh 

Length; 1.4k 

Summary: College!Reader and Canon!Spencer (like season 3 spence)  meet in a convience store and Reader educates him on the beauty of the 99 cent cans 

Authors Note: this idea is so dumb but I had it and if you don’t know what an arizona is their these big ass cans of juice that go for 99 cents and theyre incredibly and so good but spence didn’t know what twilight was and i thought this would be a cute idea and i d k it’s literally 5am and I’ve been itching to publish smth okay bye 

This convenience store was more than sanctuary at this rate, this convenience store was home.

It was owned by a nice man in his middle ages, and every morning he greeted you the same way, and everyday you came in for the same thing. A 99 cent arizona and a a triplet of sweets of your choice, always the same routine.

Why? Well, short answer, college. You were in college and college was hard and you passed out first semester because you apparently had low blood sugar but you didn’t know cause you didn’t have time to make an appointment even though your insurance covered it, and you were pretty prepared to die cause at least you didn’t have to pay student loans and especially because you didn’t have to deal with fucking online submissions because goddamn you loathed those submissions so much -

Anyways.

You were there every morning because you needed sugar and it was too early for caffeine, so you had a lot of sugar and yes it was 3am because that's the most prime to do something like that.

Most of the time you were in there, if it wasn’t a weekend it was mostly late night condom runs or other random everyday shit people needed, but there was one person who was here every so often who bought a ton of sugar and coffee, but you managed to always see them at the same time you did. A guy with brown hair and big eyes, sorta looked like you’d break him if you were mean to him but at the same time he wouldn’t care. A little confusing.

It was odd, sure, but this was a store that was right smack dab in the middle of some apartments and residential places and a road to campus and frankly, you didn’t care about it. He could be buying vape juice and dog food to use together and you wouldn’t blink an eyelash, it’s none of your business. You knew better than to care

And today was another one of your early morning runs, immediately you pick out some random hostess item in the sum of threes and your an arizona and before you turn away immediately to the door, you hear a voice. A really nerdy voice, but a voice,

“Exscuse me,” the Ominous Voice utters, you turn. It’s the brown haired boy, you decide his name is doe boy. You’re tired.

“Uh, yeah?,” you ask tiredly, a softness in your voice.  He frowns at your lack of enthusiasm

“No, sorry, its just that - well every time your here you get those drinks? And i’m wondering if they have caffeine in them cause according to my doctor my anxiety will worsen with all the coffee I drink, so I was just curious if that was like an alternative of some kind?,” he asks nervously. You tilt your head, very baffled, because frankly, you were in the least intimidating state you’d ever maybe been in, you were wearing some adidas tracksuit and you didn’t even bother to wash your face.

“You’re fine, and no, no caffeine, but sugar does give you a burst of energy though it’s not quite the same as caffeine, I try to avoid coffee for my anxiety also so this is where I end up,” you reply.

“Oh, well, sugar does technically spike your heart rate though it won’t necessarily wake you up in the same a stimulant like caffeine or taurine would  - I’m rambling sorry… what is it then..? That you’re drinking?,” he asks again politely. Your jaw drops.

“It’s.. an Arizona?,” you reply carefully.

“Isn’t that a state?,” he responds. You’re shocked, truly in disbelief at the fact he has no idea what an Arizona is.

“You like fruit punch, doe boy?,” you ask, he seems a little stunned. He repeats the petname under his breath.

“Uh.. I guess? And the names Spencer,” he says shyly. You nodded and yawned,

“Cool, come with me Spencer,” you reply. The man who owns the store greets you, checking you out quietly and wishing you a good day.

Spencer follows you outside, ducking his head down and only looking up to admire you, he notices your features in their distinction, and places his eyes on the backpack on your back, wondering what could be in it.

You lead Spencer out into the parking lot and take a seat on the curb, patting the spot next to you. You look up to Spencer with a challenging look in your eyes, and Spencer reluctantly takes a seat next to you. You pass him the drink, and he stares at it with a look of confusion. You shake your head and open yours

“Cmon, Spencer, was it? Take a sip,” you instruct. Clumsily he opens it up and takes a long sip, eyes widening with excitement. He laughs

“Wow! This is.. really good. How come it's only 99 cents?? That’s weird, that doesn’t seem right at all -” he seems like he's on the way to start a rant but you stop him.

“That’s kinda the magic, kid,” you reply laughing.

“Kid?,” he replies skeptically. You roll your eyes.

“You’ve got a baby face,”  you say nonchalantly, Spencer smiles.

“At least now I know why you buy these...” he says, pausing. You never did introduce yourself.

“Y/N,” you finish. He nods.

“At least I know why you buy this stuff, Y/N,” he repeats.

“What's with you and your sugar and coffee then?,” you ask. He giggles, and your heart lowkey melts but you didn’t let it show. Damn when did his giggle get so cute? Did boys actually giggle like that?

“Well I - I actually work for the FBI? I’m a profiler, behavior analysis unit at Quantico and -” he’s cut off by your laughter.

“You? You work at the FBI? Oh my god, wait - your cute ass HAS A FUCKING GUN? Oh, my god thats - thats goddamn hysterical shit -” you can’t breathe because the sheer idea of that makes you wheeze. He was too cute for a gun, way too cute. A baby.

“Hey,” he pouts. You laugh again, wiping a tear from your eye.

“No, no, I’m sure your great at what you do,” you reply, softness in your tone.

“The coffees for when we go on cases for our jet, I have to buy it usually but I do it at 3am so I don’t forget it for the next day,” he replies

“You guys have a fucking jet?” you say genuinely surprised.

“Pretty cool, right?,” he smiles and asks. You nod vigorously

“Thats fucking sick,” you say back. The two of you sit for a while, Spencer sitting and taking a sip, eyes boring into your bag. You look at him and smile at all his wonderence.

“It’s a skateboard,” you say to him, he’s startled a bit by it but hums in understanding.

“That’s pretty neat,” he says softly, what a fucking nerd. A cute ass nerd, a really cute one. Damn it, you were mad at yourself for all this lovey dovey feeling shit.

“Whenever you get some time off from your super cool FBI job, I can teach you how to ride one,” you say, shooting your shot desperately because this Spencer was making you feel emotional feelings and it felt like the right thing to do.

Spencer blushes, looking up at you, clearly not expecting your offer.

“Sound like a date?,” you say biting your lip.

“Uh, yea. Sounds.. Sounds good,” he says shyly, you groan and he looks afraid.

“Stop being so cute, please I’m not gonna be able to sleep if this all I see before my 6am class,” you whine. Spencer blushes,

“Uh.. I’m sorry,” he says meekly.

“Oh my, GOD,” you say back, shoving him playfully. He laughs

“What! I said sorry!,” he repeats. You shake your head in faux disappointment

“You can show me how sorry you are by being another Arizona,” you remark to him again, he turns to look at you and affections clear in his face as he smiles at you.

What an awfully strange way to wake up for work, he had to admit. Mostly curious on a way to wake up, ending up on a date with a cute girl was out of his expectation. But he didn’t mind. Plus he know nows of whatever these delicious drinks are, so he can’t say he can complain. A good morning, but a strange one.

“Deal,” he replies.

And the sun makes a point in rising.

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