Spencer quietly made her way through the apartment building, getting off of the staircase and walking out onto the fifth floor. The number she had been given the day before texted her within a minute of her message, giving her an address to go to when she had gotten out of class the next day.

She passed a twenty year old painting a woman with her dog in the corner of the hallway and an open door with heavy metal music blaring out into the hall, and the genius girl grimaced.

"You here for Emily?"

Spencer's head turned at a distant voice, her eyes catching a girl exiting an apartment near the end of the hall. "Yeah. Do you know her?"

The girl with the obviously dyed black hair hiked her thumb over her shoulder. "She's in here."

Nodding her thank you, the privileged girl readjusted the strap of her bag on her shoulder as she walked inside. There was something about the older girl who intrigued her, and if going down to an apartment building on the edge of Philadelphia would give her information about the mysterious brunette, that's what she would do.

"Emily?" she questioned, walking further into the dark apartment, not seeing anyone as she entered. "Are you here?"

There was a dark laugh that caused the genius girl to spin around, noticing the dark haired girl sitting back against her couch in the living room. "Hey there, virgin."

Spencer refrained from rolling her eyes. "Hey." She frowned, inching closer to the girl dressed in black and the man who was holding her arm. "Are you getting a tattoo?" the brunette asked incredulously.

Emily grinned, nodding her head enthusiastically before glancing back to the boy at her side. "Yeah, a new one. You want?"

"I'm good," she denied.

The boy with a beanie on his head took a look at the new person in the apartment, licking the ring that was stuck in his lip. "Hot. She your new fuck toy?"

Emily hid her laughter as best she could when she saw Spencer immediately cross her arms over her chest as she grew uncomfortable. "Met her at the coffee shop on Saturday," the twenty-one year old grinned, winking at the genius girl who stood before the couch. "The fucking part is all up to her."

Spencer rubbed her hands down her arms.

"Come sit," the ivory girl smiled, patting the seat beside her. "I should only be a few more minutes."

The genius girl hesitated before sitting down on the plush couch, glancing out the curtained off window before smiling to the brunette beside her. "So you have more than one?"

Emily let her tongue flicker over her two front teeth before grinning to the brunette at her side, moving just slightly so she could show her her left shoulder blade. "Got this one a few months ago."

Trailing her fingers over the blackened skin, Spencer read the words.

Fly with me.

"What does it mean?"

Emily gave a small shrug of the shoulders as she looked down to her arm where her newest tattoo was being finished up. "My father passed away last year and he had a plane," she stated almost whimsically, watching as the needle hit her skin. "It was his favorite thing to do when he had enough time off of work, and he taught me when I was sixteen."

Spencer's eyes wandered to where Emily's had been looking and watched as the man in the apartment cleaned up around the new tattoo. The dark, dreary musician had a soft side.

"You like?" the twenty-one year old asked, taking her arm from the tattoo artist and showing it to her new friend.

Spencer smiled at the bright blue and black ink that still looked a little wet, wanting to run her fingers over the freshly painted skin before the bandage was put over it to protect it.

Emily found herself smiling when she saw the serene look pass over the younger girl's face. "It's a blackbird," she nodded, her arm sticking back out so her artist friend could wrap it up.

"Why did you get this one?"

The brunette girl looked to her new friend, her brow with the diamond stud pierced in it raising slightly before she looked back to the man at her side. "I'll see you later and give you the money then, ok Mattie?"

"No problem," the older college student grinned, high-fiving the brunette girl before packing up his stuff and walking out.

"So," Emily smiled, grabbing Spencer's hand and pulling her up off the couch, "let me show you my guitar collection."