How Old Is Spooky From On My Block Novels & Stories

"Seriously... have you heard about personal space Olga? You're invading mine as we speak..." This girl...damn...she's going to get it out of me... "Sussh...so, tell me more about Gary cause my spidey senses are picking something else. You look different when you're around him. Happier, I would even vouch that you looked more relax and younger when you're with him. Shit! How old is he? He looks younger than us." Damn, she's good... "He's twenty-four." I sighed and poured myself another glass.

"Goodnight, Hubert. Goodnight, Aunt Mabes. Goodnight, Little Lemon." Spike held the phone, bid them goodnight, and reminded Nicki not to kick the covers before ending the video call. Mable hugged Spike and asked, "Spike, you and Nicki are both in first grade now, right?" Spike nodded. "So, you haven't been going to school lately?" It was May, and the summer vacation had not started in Dorland yet. Spike said, "I don't want to. I already know everything the teacher is teaching."

Spencer looked at her suspiciously, wondering, "Aren't you only four or five years old? How old is your Mommy then?" In his impression, professors were old men in their fifties or sixties, and even the youngest would be in their forties! Fannie didn't sense any implications in his words and smiled, "My Mommy is twenty-four this year." "....??" Spencer chuckled uncertainly, "Only twenty-four? The youngest professor I know is twenty-seven. Isn't twenty-four a bit too young?" Fannie hurriedly said, "No way! My Mommy is really amazing. She has done many difficult surgeries. You can trust her with your cousin, really!"

The most shocked I’ve ever seen her look. “But he’s… he’s…” “He’s what?” She struggles for words, which is totally unlike her. “He’s like… old. Like an old guy.” “He’s not an old guy.” I laugh, and it sounds so high-pitched. “He’s forty-plus, that’s not old.” “My dad’s forty next summer, Violet. Forty. And he’s an old guy.” She sighs. “This Spencer guy’s old enough to be your dad, Violet. Isn’t that weird?” She screws her face up. “Gross.”

"No, I spend most of my time with my grandparents. Bradley said we could go ahead and he'll catch up." I just nod again and start walking through the woods. We are walking in what appears comfortable silence but really I feel uncomfortable not knowing if I should feed or not. He may not know what I am. "Can I ask you a question Spencer?" "Sure?" "How old are you?" "Almost 18, why?" "I just turned 18 a month ago. I know you have vampire blood. At least partly because you also have a wolf too. I just didn't want to think someone the same age as my grandmother was attractive. My family are hunters."

Age is just a number anyway. “You are 8 years apart.” Aunt Rose says, making Theo gape. “You are not of age? How are you not of.. But you seem so.. But the bond..” “I’m 28, dimwit.” Tara dryly replies to her panicked man, who immediately calms down. “I should have guessed that. Fuck I panicked. Sorry.. Why would that bother anyone?” He asks, his eyes locking with Rose’s, who squirms uncomfortably.

Gabriel added, sighing. "We still have seven days before Halloween..." Jake said with a shrug and a slight agitation at the word 'Halloween'. If there was one thing Jake hated more than his brother, it was Halloween. He just simply never understood how people could put on ridiculous costumes to celebrate such a ridiculous holiday!

That Henry kid lets out a laugh, "What?" "Nothing, Sir. It's just... my parents are on their fifties. My older brother is twenty seven, so... kind of your age. You're not old at all," he says. Ugh, he's such a suck up. "It's so cool you have older parents," Bobbie says, catching his attention. Oh, that little faker. That sweet little voice she just used is totally not real. He should've heard when she called me a cocksucker earlier, he would probably run for the hills, "I wish. Mine are so annoying."

Though Spencer doesn't look too pleased with my idea, he is supportive nonetheless. “19.” Both Spencer and I look shocked at that. He doesn't look a day over 16. “Are you telling the truth?” I ask. “If I had to lie about my age, I would lower it, not increase. People show more sympathy to a child than they do to an adult.” He does have a point. “Why did you steal our stuff?” He scoffs at my question even though fear is radiating from his whole body. “Would you look at that? He scoffs just like you, Mr.Cruiz. Is it your long lost brother or son?” I can't help commenting, making Spencer give me a death glare.

On to the next one. It’s October 4th, and I’m here with Spencer Davis, age 18. Spencer has been away from home for two years. He claims that his parents have been acting strange ever since his return. He claims they rarely acknowledge him at home. They have replaced him with another kid. One that he doesn’t particularly like.