2. You Again

"Get up Spencer," a sing-song voice said. I groaned, and pulled the pillow over my head.

"Up, up!" said Hanna.

"Go away!" I whined. "I want to sleep."

"We're meeting Aria and Emily at Caribou. They both had a week off."

I sat up straight, surprising her.

"Which Caribou?" I demanded.

"Um-" She looked confused by my reaction. "The one on Grand?"

I leaped out of bed, and started rifling through my closet.

"Not that I'm complaining," she said still looking majorly freaked out, "But what is making you so jumpy?"

I whirled around and grabbed her.

"If you're going out for coffee with your friends, and want to impress a boy, but not look out of place, what do you wear?"

"Oversized sweatshirt, lazy ponytail, super-skinny jeans, boots." She reeled off automatically. "Why?"

I turned around and grabbed another UCLA sweatshirt. It was one of the super-comfy hockey ones.

"Hel-lo? Spencer?" Hanna waved her hands at me. "What is going on? I haven't got you out of bed this quickly since the seventh grade. Ohmygod, is it that boy?" She gasped. "Do you like him?"

"Really Hanna?" I asked pulling an old T-shirt over my head. "Is that all you

"No, no," she scolded. "Don't put a T-shirt under the sweatshirt. Just a cami. Then if you need to you can take off the sweatshirt."

I raised an eyebrow.

She sighed and walked toward me holding out her hand for the sweatshirt, then proceeded to explain to me that the criss-cross strings would keep it decent, but would show some skin too. Also, she said, a shirt underneath made it look too 'just threw it on.' Then continued to say that the skinny jeans contrasted with the bagginess of the sweatshirt, and the boots made your legs look skinnier.

"Not that you need it," she commented.

I walked over to my dresser and asked, "Jewelry?"

She looked critically over our huge collection. We shared everything.

Finally she selected a pair of silver hoops, and said firmly, "No necklace."

Then she did a quick and simple make-up job, and I put on my favorite perfume.

And we grabbed our purses and left, dressed to kill. Or rather, dressed in, as Hanna called it, 'just threw it on style'.

Aria was already sitting there with a cappuccino.

She was five two, but managed to look taller.

It probably had to do with her personality. She was so confident and nice, no one noticed any flaws about her.

She stirred her drink, gazing dreamily into the distance.

We sat down, and she smiled absently at us. It would probably take five minutes or so before her brain grasped the fact that we were here.

"What's up?" asked Emily, walking over to our table, grinning.

She had bought a mocha with whipped cream, a clear sign she was celebrating.

"So Emily," Aria said, wiggling her eyebrows. "Meet any hot girls lately?"

A blush slowly crept up her cheeks, and she smiled down at her mocha.

"I take it that you have," Hanna said grinning. "Did you get some?"

"Hanna!" She said indignantly. "We have been on one date. I did nothing."

"What about you Aria?" Hanna said turning to her. "Did you meet any hot guys out in New York?"

Aria blushed herself, and said firmly, "Not one."

Hanna opened her mouth, surely to tell Aria she didn't believe her, when she suddenly stiffened, then grinned at me mischieviously.

"Spence, go get a napkin."

"Wha-"

"Just do it," she cut me off.

Confused, I went over to the napkin dispenser and grabbed a few.

Someone tapped me on the shoulder, and I whirled around and grinned.

"Hey," I said.

"You again," Toby said. "We just keep bumping into one another, don't we?"

I smiled. "Yes, we do."

He grinned at me, and said, "Would you like to bump into me later, and go somewhere?"

I cocked an eyebrow at him.

"Are you suggesting we go on a date?"

"If you want to," he said still grinning.

"Hmm," I pretended to think about it. "I just might enjoy that. " I rummaged in my purse for a pen, and scribbled down my number on a napkin. "Here," I said handing him the napkin. "My number. Call me."

I grinned at his surprised face, whirled around, and headed back to our table.

They all looked at me, Hanna happy, Aria and Emily confused.

"So?" Hanna said.

"I got a date," I said happily.