Fear no more! Chapter 7 has arrived!
CHAPTER #7: C'mon, Spencer! Please!
Italics means thoughts, emphasized word or action. Bolded is a flashback. (….) is an indication that time has passed.
"Empty. Bare. Vacant. Unoccupied. The bird has flew its nest." Aria describes her new living situation over the phone with Spencer while she's heating up a hungry man TV dinner. "And she didn't even tell me. She just upped and left. No goodbye note or anything." Aria turns her back towards the microwaves as she leans against the counter. "Was I that horrible of a roommate that she has to basically sneak out of our dorm?"
"She probably dropped out or changed College Halls, Aria. I'm pretty sure your face didn't scare her off." Spencer assures the worrying brunette as she's slowly moving up and down the aisles of Best Buy.
"It's just so odd…Welp, looks like I'm flying solo."
"Be grateful. What I would do to get a dorm all to myself." Spencer picks up an external hard drive and examines it, "No unwanted company, no noise. Sounds like a dream."
"Well, let's see how long that'll last before our RA tries to stuff someone in here with me."
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"I wouldn't say my teaching methods are…traditional." Dr. Hasleberger begins his lecture, leaning his back against the front of this desk located in the front of the class. "Traditional confines a person to live within the lines. Here, we're scribbling outside of the lines. Now I…I like to get everyone involved and do hands on activities in this class. That'll way, you can actually apply this to your life instead of memorizing quick information or tests then never using it again."
Sitting beside each other, Aria and Spencer are well attentive to their Professor's speech of unconformity. With a pencil and cracked open sketchbook in front of them, the art professor gets ready for their first activity of the semester.
"Today we're going to work with perception." Dr. Hasleberger gets off his desk and walks to the whiteboard, grabbing a pen marker. "Everyone looks at, comprehends, and understand things differently. Show a piece of work to five different people and you'll get five different versions of what that art work means. Have a crowd of 2,000 people at a musical performance and 2,000 people are listening to the music differently, all with different perception. Now, with this exercise I need a person. Someone who is able to stand in front of the class for a perception viewing."
The large size class of about 60 people look around to see who's going to be the bold one to volunteer first. Aria looks around to see if anyone is going to take the bait and after a few seconds, she raises her hand. "I'll be your muse, Dr. Hasleberger." Spencer watches Aria get up from her chair and walk to the front of the class. Aria, what are you doing?
"Perfect." He places his hands gently on Aria's shoulders and moves her directly in the middle of the class, facing everyone. "Now, upon seeing Ms. Montgomery in front of you today, what are the first things you notice about her?" Different students mention things while viewing Aria like a centerpiece.
"Her eyes."
"Her height."
"Her clothing."
"Her smile."
"Her long hair."
Aria glances at every classmate as they quietly yell out the components of herself. She then looks over to Spencer who has said nothing. She keeps her gaze on her until Spencer finally speaks up.
"I notice her small stature." Aria smiles to herself as she shakes her head. Great pick, Spencer.
"Now since you have noted the first things you notice about her, what does her appearance tell you?"
The first few moments, the class becomes silent. Nobody wanting to say anything or not knowing what to say. Aria begins to become anxious, standing in front of a quiet classroom while all eyes are peering at her.
"Her eyes. They're like big buttons. She has these round hazel eyes that tells me that she's very spontaneous, fun and always up for an adventure at point of time. Mischievous and sensual in equal measure, however, judging how she took the jump of being up there for the class to critique, I'm most likely right."
The class all turns to look at the person who busted out a synopsis first, Aria giving an appreciative yet surprised grin.
"Very good, observation, Ms. Hastings." Dr. Hasleberger wags his finger at her, approvingly agrees, "I would like to point out something to follow up. Many artists rely on their characters eyes to help show their personality; big, small, narrow, slanted, uneven. All those eye shapes mean something, it shows something to add to. So you noting that, Ms. Hastings, is a perfect example of how eyes play a role on our personality. Great job."
Spencer nods a thank you as Aria's smile lingers on her face as she walks back to her seat.
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Aria unlocks and enters her dorm door, making a quick sweep to make sure someone didn't decide to move in while she was in her classes. Having a dorm all to yourself is very satisfying in the beginning. You get to do virtually anything you want without needing anyone's approval. It's like living in your own apartment, however, the main reason you want to have a roommate is because you want someone to talk to. Someone to make a best friend out of and experience things with. And if you asked Aria, that is way better than spending your living days and nights alone.
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"You really surprised me, Spencer." Aria says as she sits in Spencer computer chair, swiveling around with her feet.
"Surprised you how?" Spencer asks with her eyes narrowed at her computer screen, sitting crossed leg on her bed.
"How poetic you are." Aria gushes with her hands over her heart. "Her eyes, they're like big buttons." The smaller brunette recites as she spins around in the chair.
"Well, they are." Spencer nonchalantly responds, not thinking anything of it.
Aria stops spinning in her chair and gazes at Spencer, just smiling at how ridiculously indifferent she can be. Making everything seem so casual.
"I'm thinking of pizza tonight," Spencer says aloud, still glued to her computer screen, oblivious to Aria looking at her. "Papa Johns or Dominoes?"
"Move in with me."
"I think Papa Johns is better because of the special they have, 25% off your order."
"Spencer!" Aria yells out her name to get her undivided attention. Spencer looks up at her perplexed as to why she's calling out her name.
"Move in with meeee." Aria drags out, scooting the computer chair to the end of Spencer's bed.
Spencer confusedly lets out a laugh with her eyebrows furrowed. "Move in with you? Why?"
"Because!" Aria whines as she leans her body over the foot of Spencer's bed, face down. "It's not as fun and serene as you say it is. Yes, you have this big living space to yourself but I don't want to be by myself. I don't want to be alone." She pops her head up to Spencer still looking at her, "Besides I'm over here all the time anyways. Sooooo, why don't we just cut the middle man?" She lowers her voice, "Allow Sarah to stay here, invite whoever she wants, and you head upstairs with me. You know I'm not going to invite random people over," She says as she holds out a finger for every reason she gives, "I'm not going to throw a party, without your knowledge of course, I'm not going to be super annoying. You know me!"
"I mean you do have 'annoying-like' qualities."
"Like what?" Aria raises her eyebrow in curiosity.
Spencer halfway closes her laptop as she adjusts her sitting position, "Like sending multiple texts at once and adding like 10 question marks to a sentence that isn't even a question."
"Hey…" Aria begins as she sits up.
"You also tend to mess with me while I'm busy doing things. Just like yesterday, while I was on the computer you kept poking me, drew on my hand and even tried to braid my hair with yours."
"I was bored!" Aria throws her hands in the air in self defense. "I had nothing to do!"
Spencer crosses her arms and tilts her head, squinted at Aria, "You know who you remind me of? Agnes from Despicable me, the little girl. That's who you are."
Aria crosses her arms with her mouth opened in a tickled way, "No I don't!"
Spencer chuckles, "Actually you do. Even when you have your hair in a bun with two strings of hair on the side of your face. I think you guys are long lost twins." Spencer nods, "That's your new name from now on, Agnes."
"Haha, that is a hideous name, though. Besides! She's like 6."
"You are 6."
"Fine, whatever!" Aria hops off the computer chair and jumps onto Spencer's bed. "Move in with me! Be my roommate!"
"I don't knooooooow." Spencer groans as she re-opens her laptop.
"What's the doubt?! You're always complaining about being here. You won't have to worry about any of that being my roomie!" Aria pleads, "C'mon!" Seeing Spencer is paying attention to her computer once again, Aria snatches the laptop out of Spencer's lap quickly, not allowing Spencer to react fast enough.
"Aria, stop." Spencer reaches for the laptop but Aria holds it farther away from her.
"Move in with me before they stuff me in a room with someone else. You know each dorm has three rooms. That means I could be stuffed with two other people!"
"Sounds like a personal problem" Spencer leans into Aria to retrieve her laptop but, once more, Aria pulls it back.
"Please." Aria asks in a more serious tone. She lowers down her head, widens her eyes and pouts her lips like a sad child getting ready to cry. "Pleeeeeeease?"
"Fine, Agnes! I'll move in with you." Spencer huffs defeatedly. Aria's face of sadness turns into overwhelming joy as she hands Spencer her laptop. With such happiness, Aria jumps up and down on Spencer bed, clapping.
"Now what kind of toppings do you want? Do you want the one topping or two?" Spencer asks as she opens up her laptop on the Papa John's menu page.
"I don't care! We're gonna be roomies!"
Agnes, uh I mean Aria, and Spencer are now roommates! Or will be when they complete all the paper work. So let me get this correct. They share one class together and now are rooming together? Aha. This…This is when the adventures and the fun really begins. :)
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