"What do I wear to a Canucks game?"

"Clothes?"

"But, like, what are the colours?"

"Green, blue, white, wear something with any of those colours and you'll be fine," a girl on my floor assured me.

I walked back out of my room a flew minutes later, "This okay?"

She eyed my top, which was blue, green and grey striped and nodded, "I'd say you're good to go," she smiled.

"Thanks. I hear Canucks fans can get a bit rowdy."

"Oh, they can. We take our hockey very seriously, here."

I walked back into my room to put a jacket on, grabbed my purse and headed out and I began talking to Sarah again.

"Have you ever been to a hockey game? Even for your home team?"

"No..."

She laughed again, "You are in for a treat, let me tell you."

As I stood there talking I saw Spencer walk by with a couple girls on our floor, wearing a sundress. She looked so pretty, and I really liked her dress. She turned around just as she passed me, "I like your outfit."

My face scrunched in confusion, "Uh...thanks?" I looked down at myself, grey jeans, blue, green and grey striped shirt, grey toms and a light blue denim jacket. Seemed pretty simple.

Sensing my confusion she went on further, "I guess I've just never seen you wearing jeans before."

"I wear jeans weekly."

"Well...maybe it's just because I always see you in sweats since when you're on the floor that's what you wear."

I shrugged, "I like to be comfy if I'm not going anywhere," which was the antithesis of Spencer, who always looked like she had an event to go to, even if it was sitting in her room all day. She made it look easy to look that good all the time.

"Well, I like the outfit anyway. Have fun at your game."

I couldn't stop thinking about Spencer the whole time as we walked to the hockey game and while Kristi and Abby talked I kind of silently pondered, because I over think everything. It was just a compliment...a weird one. Maybe she's not good at giving compliments.

"I can't believe my team is losing."

"It's like...your past against your present!" Abby shouted excitedly, not even looking over at me, cheering.

"It is isn't it?"

"This is so intense."

We followed the mass out of the stadium and made out way to the door, "Oh no."

"What?" Kristi asked.

"I believe it's raining..."

"Shit. I knew I should have worn something more than a cardigan."

"I don't think any of us are prepared for this."

"A bus!" Abby shouted.

I ran for it going in front of the parked bus along the curb and running around to the door as it opened for me, accompanied by a firm talking to.

"Never run in front of a bus!" the bus driver yelled at me, as my friends silently snuck by me, not wanting to have anything to do with this.

"Okay."

"I mean, if I had gone you could have been killed."

"Yeah." I said starting to get a little irritated.

"I mean that could have been the end of you! And it would have been on me!"

"Okay! Thank you." I snapped as made my way to the back of the bus and shook my head.

"Ashley Davies. You are the only person I know who runs in front of a bus," Kristi told me laughing.

"It was parked! Come on!"

"That was so funny," Abby laughed, "That could have been the end of you," she mocked.

I laughed, "Whatever. Dumb bitch. He's just upset because he's stuck driving a bus for a living."

She shrugged, "I'd be too."

After getting off at the bus loop, we still had to walk all the way back to our rooms. Did I ever mention how horrible toms are when wet. I mean they're just cloth.

"My toms are soaked," I frowned, staring down at them while we waited at a red light.

"Put newspaper in them. Absorbs the water like crazy."

"Really?"

"Yup," Kristi smiled.

"Huh. I'll have to pick some up in the commons."

We made our way back to residence, completely drenched and it was midnight and normally I'd never retire that early but I was kind of beat. I made my way back to my room, put on some basketball shorts and my oversized sweatshirt that my best friend gave me before I left so that I'd think of him. It always made me feel comfortable. Desperate to have a good night's sleep for once, I scrounged my room for some weed, and much to my dismay we had none, "Fuck."

I picked up my pipe and examined it, "That's a good amount of resin," I meticulously scraped away, making a good resin bowl for myself, stood up on my chair and smoked out my window. It was a common thing, nobody ever got caught for smoking in their room, Spencer kind of started it. She's kind of a pot head.

I sat on my bed complacently baked, resin always did that to me, when I heard a loud ringing of a smoke detector. What the fuck? I ran out of my room to survey the hall way and I saw a bunch of people running out of the hallway and then there she was.

I saw Spencer running back down the hallway towards her room. Her eyes flicked up at me as she headed towards her room, "Is that yours?"

"Yeah," she rushed out, "Can you help me?"

I shrugged, and walked over to her as she unlocked her room, "Whoa it reeks in here."

She looked at me paniced, "Shut the door!" and I did what she said.

"Okay...what do I do?" she asked as she moved her desk chair underneath the smoke detector and hopped up onto it.

"Uh..."

She looked down at me, "Are you high?"

"Possibly."

"Fuck. Okay. Okay, we can do this."

I just stood there looking up at her as the smoke detector kept ringing and she fussed with it, "I'm going to cut it."

"No! You'll electrocute yourself!"

"I don't even care!" she pulled the plastic off and stretched it so the wires were showing and then reached for razor cutter knife. I stepped back, not liking this idea as she cut it and the room flashed like lighting hit and made a loud popping noise to which I screamed slightly. Yeah, it scared me. She did it again and it pushed her back a little bit. She climbed down from the chair and the fire detector dropped and began to beep again, "Fuck batteries!" she cursed, as she put the smoke detector under her pillow and sat on it for a few seconds. I laughed. It was just too funny.

"Sorry for laughing," I giggled out.

She looked at me with a relatively pissed off expression. Great. I blew it, "I have to go. Bye."

She ran out of the hallway and I slowly made my way back to my room. That was the most interesting Friday night I have had in a long while. I had to text Abby.

"Wow. That's crazy."

"You have to see this girl. She's so hot."

"Next time I come over point her out."

"Yeah, okay."

Sam was gone this weekend so I kind of had the room to myself, except for friends constantly over. I'd just gotten ready the next morning as I was walking down the hall back to my room when I heard my name.

"Ashley!"

I turned around to see Spencer walking down the hall way with stuff in her hand. I didn't even know she knew my name, "I got stuff to fix my smoke detector," she smiled.

This girl was strange. Now she smiles? I laughed, "Oh yeah, last night."

She made her way to her down to her room which is about where I was in the hallway, "Can you come in with me while I do it? I feel like you're my partner in crime with this thing, like we're bonded now."

I shrugged, "Sure."

She stood up on her chair taping it and fussing with it, I'm not sure what she was doing to be honest, "There."

"Won't they know eventually when it doesn't work?"

"We'll worry about that when that gets closer."

There was a knock at the door, and then an opening. It was Nicole. I'd never really talked to her either, "Hallo!" she said in a funky tone.

"Halloooo," Spencer responded.

I'd never really seen her interact. She was always just kind of non conversational, "Ashley's here with me while I fix my smoke detector."

"God, it was so crazy last night," I shook my head.

"So I heard. I heard you were like no help," Nicola laughed.

Spencer looked down at her and gave her a look I couldn't exactly decipher, "You were fine," she told me.

"I was stoned! And what was I supposed to do. It's not like both of us could climb on that chair."

"Hey, bro, no need to get defensive. I'm just messing with you."

I nodded okay and smiled, "Well, I'm glad your thing is fixed."

"Thanks for your help!" she smiled, non sarcastically.

I laughed, "What help?" and left her room.

Maybe she's just shy at first.