Ok, so…please don't start the bonfire and throw me in it. I have been really busy with school and work as well as personal problems. Problems that had me walking around like the undead, but I'm back in the game now. Shoutouts are early this time. Royal S. Flush, I see what you mean by how I made Carmen sound like she's fallen already, but I got that covered in the upcoming chapters. Tussant..thanks for thinkin I'm 'cute' (smirks) I find that incredulous. With that said, on with the show…
Spencer's POV
I see the endless clouds streaming through the wings of the airplane. God, I love flying, it's so peaceful to be so high up in the heavens. I know most people are afraid of it, afraid of heights..but not me. I guess I'm different. Being on this flight gives me a chance to evaluate my life, think about what I could've done differently…unfortunately, I don't have a chance to delve deep in it when I'm sitting next to this:
"Used to rock a throwback, ballin' on the corner.
Now I rock a Teller suit, lookin like a owner.
No, I'm not a Jonas Brother, I'm a grown up.
No, I'm not a virgin, I use my cojones."
"Oh Jesus. Glen!" I'm shaking my head; the other passengers are starting to look in our direction. "Glen!" I nudge him, but he is his 'bag' right now, as he puts it.
"Gotta keep it fresh, girl, even when we sexin'. But don't be mad at me when he's on to the next one. Freeze!" He raps the last word loudly. I snatch the earbuds out his head and give him an angry look. "Ow! Damn, Spencer, I was jammin."
"'Jammin'?" I roll my eyes. "Don't lose your street cred, bro. You don't see that you're disrupting the plane?" He looks around and shrugs. Clueless, I tell ya. "You were rappin like you were at a concert."
"Man, these people should be lucky that I was rappin the great HOVA. That guy's a legend." He's about to put his earbuds back in, but I stop him. "What?"
"You're not puttin them back on so you can rap out-of-tune, Glen." He sucks his teeth and fold his arms. "Just sit tight, we should be there in 45 minutes."
"Aww, you never let me have any fun." He looks down the aisle and grins "Hey, I bet I can get that stewardess' number." He wiggles his eyebrows.
"Glen, we haven't even set foot in Los Angeles yet and already, you're being a horndog."
"Oh, come on, Spencer, we are on our own now. No mommy and daddy around. We can do what we want." I shake my head at him "You know, I thought being a twin meant we would act alike."
"Glen, the only thing we have in common is birthdates."
"And women." He points to the stewardess. "Our taste is impeccable."
"That's a big word for you." He laughs. "But I question your taste sometimes."
"Ok, I bet you ten bucks that I can get her number, Spencer." I raise an eyebrow at him. The stewardess looks like she is in her late 20s, brunette and legs that go on and on. He doesn't stand a chance.
"Make it twenty and we got a deal." We shake hands.
Glen presses the button and the stewardess comes his way. "Watch. This." He turns and smiles to the stewardess, showing off his two and a half years of orthodontal work.
"Can I get you anything, sir?" She looks between the two of us.
"Yes, my sister would like some water. But, I would like to know what time I should call you to set dinner up." She looks at him like he's a child.
"Thanks, but no thanks, Mr. Smiley." She looks at me now, but is still talking to him. I see his smile falter. "But, if your sister would like more than her water, I wouldn't mind."
She winks at me and I blush a little. I have no problem having a girl being interested in me, but I'm shy when it comes to them.
"Umm…no, water is fine." She frowns at my answer and so does Glen.
"Sure. No problem." She walks off, swaying her hips as she does. Glen looks straight at me.
"What?"
"Why did you fumble on the play? She was obviously interested in you." See, that's what I like about my brother. He can accept when a girl likes me better. "I mean, you could've hit that for both of us." There goes the sincerity. "What were you thinking?"
I roll my eyes at him. "I'm not looking for a mindless fuck, Glen. That's you, not me."Me being out now doesn't mean that I have to have sex with every girl that's available to me. I just don't function that way.
"Maybe it would be you if you just loosen up a little." I open up my Dan Brown book, The Lost Symbol. I'm tryin to tune him out, but it's not working. "Listen, Spencer, you have to get over Brit-..."
"Don't you dare say her name!" I threatened him. "I told you not to say that name again."
He knows I have a temper and a low tolerance for his bullshit.
He backs off some. "Ok, look, I'm sorry…It's just that it's been two years now. You can go on a date once and awhile."
"Oh, like you do?"
"Yea."
"Glen, you meet chicks off of Facebook and hook up with guys on Manhunt."
"Shh! Christ! Can you keep your voice down, please?" He's looking around to see if anyone had heard us.
"Who cares if your bi, Glen, you are what you are."
"Yea, but I don't need the whole plane knowing it." He sighs "How bout we do this? The first girl" I look at him, he whispers "or guy that takes interest in us, we go on a date with. Just one date, it couldn't hurt, right?" He grins.
"I don't know…shouldn't we concentrate on our studies, brother?" I laugh and go back to my book.
"We can do both. We'll get a couple of hot tutors." He pouts "Pwease, Spencey."
I can't resist when he does that. "Ugh, fine. Just one date. But, she has to be somewhat interesting."
"Fine, whatever works for you." He lies back a little and closes his eyes. "You can to go back to your conspiracy book."
I roll my eyes. "Ass."
"I heard that."
"I know."
At UCLA's Sproul Hall
I try to find my room. It's on the 5th floor. I see that this is truly a co-ed dorm. The guys are walkin around with shirts off. The girls are wearing boy shorts and revealing tops..which, of course, I don't mind. Definitely better than living on naval bases all your life. I think Glen would agree with me on this. He's probably having a fucking ball right now at this sight.
"505, 506.." I count "507." I stand outside my door. I never had a roommate before. I'm kinda nervous to see who I will have as a roommate on the other side. "Now or never, Spencer." I put the key in and turn, praying I don't have a homophobic roomie.
I walk in the room and I see no one. I'm a tad disappointed and relieved at the same time. I look over to my left and see a vacant side and I start unpacking. It seems cozy enough. I look over to my roommate's side and she has various posters up of different rappers and R&B singers. I'm just about to look at her pictures in the mirror when I hear someone clear their throat.
"Excuse me, but what are you doing in my room? On my side?" I look over and see this Latina girl in nothing but a towel. I have to stop myself fron eyeing her.
"I'm sorry. I-I was just admiring your side, that's all." Her face softens. "I'm Spencer by the way. Spencer Carlin." I hold out my hand, she shakes it.
"Sorry, girl. I'm Madison Duarte. You can call me Maddy though." She closes the door and drops her towel. I immediately turn the other way to give her privacy. "I gotta say, I thought they bent the rules here when they told me my new roommate was named Spencer. Guess they fooled me, huh?" She laughs. "You can turn around now, I'm decent."
"Yea, well, I get that a lot." She sits on her bed and puts lotion on. I can automatically hear my brother in my head saying, 'Hells yea.' I shake my head. "So, Maddy, is this your first year here?"
"Unh-uh. I'll be asking the questions, newbie." She smiles at me. I don't know how well this is gonna go. "Where ya from originally? Any brothers or sisters?" She's puttin on her clothes now.
"Well, um. I have lived all over the place, my mom and dad are doctors in the Navy. So my brother and I lived on different Naval bases. But, we are originally from Chicago."
"Oh, so you have a brother.." She starts applying her make-up, never once looking at me. "Is he a ten, chica?"
I laugh so hard. "A ten? Not in my opinion. I mean, he's my twin, so, I can't rate his looks."
"So, he's a boy version of you? Nice." She finally turns around and looks at me. "Do you both go here?"
"Yea, he lives one floor down."
"Cool, I'll have to check him out." I roll my eyes. He would love that. "So, any boyfriend you left back home?
I hesitate. Should I tell her my first day of meeting her that I'm a lesbian? "Not exactly…"
She stops me mid-sentence. "Say no more, I get it. It was a girl. One of my last roommates was a lesbo. I have no problem with it. Just don't try to fuck me while I'm sleeping or something." She messes with her hair a little. I honestly don't know if that was suppose to be funny or not.
"Uh..ok, I won't." I roll my eyes. Why does every straight girl have to throw that out there as a disclaimer? She's cute, but not my type. She's getting ready to leave out. "Hey, wait a minute. Is there anything I need to know? About you or the school?"
She sighs like I'm wasting her time. "Yea, there is. The guys are assholes, but a good lay..ya know, if ya get the urge for some dick. The girls are slutty, so a few drinks and they should be all yours. No one really studies until crunch time and $1 slice and drinks nights are on Tuesdays." She walks out the door, but doesn't close it. "Oh, yea, don't touch any of my shit without asking. In fact, just don't touch anything. Entiendes?"
I nodded my head. I can't believe my luck right now. "Nice meeting you, Madison."
"Yea, uh-huh, same. See ya later." She shuts the door and I'm left alone in the room.
When Glen and I decided to go to UCLA for college, I thought I would look forward to being here. Get away from everything back home…but my first encounter has me longing for the past. I shake my head as I'm unpacking my stuff, mimicing what Madison said. "Don't touch any of my shit without asking. Just don't touch anything. Bitch." I take out my IPOD and a picture of me and my best friend a.k.a. the only girl I ever been in love with. Glen would shit a brick if he knew I still had this picture of me and her. I remember he told me to get rid of it…it's hard to get rid of who u felt was the love of your life.
"Well, Brittany, this is my new home for the next 2 years or so." I start to get teary-eyed as I stare at the picture. I hope this was the right move to help forget everything that's happened cause I just can't seem to. I put the picture under my mattress and turn my IPOD on…I can unpack later. I let Adele flow through my ears.
"Should I give up? Or should I just keep chasing pavements?
Even if it leads nowhere..
Or would it be a waste, even if I knew my place?
Should I leave it there?
Should I give up? Or should I just keep chasing pavements?
Even if it leads nowhere?"
My phone buzzes next to me and I look and it's a text message from Glen.
-Lets go check out the 'scenery' ;-) –
I chuckle a bit and text him back.
–Meet u in the lobby in 5-
Looks like he wants to get started early on the quest to find a date...I guess I should do the same.
Oooookk! So, that's chapter 3. Forgive me if it's a lil somber, but I don't want my story to be all fun and games, ya know. I'm already working on the next chapter. It will be more upbeat. Trust. Things will unfold little by little. Any questions, hit me in the PM box. Thanks to the ones that are still reading and as always, read and review. Chau! =)
Songs used: On To The Next One by Jay-Z feat. Swizz Beatz; Chasing Pavements by Adele
