A/N: Sorry for not updating in a while. Things have been so hectic with work, and graduating and my birthday and just all this shit. But, I'm back! :) So without further ado the story...

"I don't feel right being here. Summer went by too quick. I've decided that I'm not ready to let summer be over yet."

He chuckled at my relatable notion, "Me. Either. Fuck school."

I shook my head and laughed with him, "Amen, brotha."

"Where you headed?"

"Uh," I looked down at my schedule, "211; Motion picture production I."

"Didn't you take that last semester?"

"No...I took intro to video production."

"Right. Your short you made with me as the silent star!" he stopped and stood in an athletic star stance with his hands on his hips, cocking his head back basking in the sun.

"And you wonder why people think you're gay."

He frowned, "I'm not gay, Ash."

I laughed at his pouty face, "I know that, Aiden. Anyway, I have five minutes to get across campus. Have fun in…"

"Comparative neurobiology…"

I continued laughing at him, "Sounds...fun."

"Definitely," he mocked sarcastically.

I turned to face him as he walked into his class and waved as I continued to walk backward quickly towards my class.

I felt a harsh thud with the collision of another person and then a harsh smack as my body hit the cement like a bag of bricks, "Shit!" I yelled out as a reaction to the pain that was coursing through my body. I swear it felt like I'd broken all my bones.

"Oh my head…," my killer groaned wousily.

I whipped my head around at the sound of her voice and glared slightly, "Spencer."

I think she got whip lash from the quickness she turned her head around in complete shock, "Oh hey there…"

"What are you doing here?"

"The same thing you are."

"You're going to motion picture production I?" I asked a little too excitedly.

She gave me a curious look but didn't venture any further, "No, I'll leave the movie making to you."

"Wait, you're here. As in a student. Did you decide what you finally wanted to do?"

She looked down at her lap shyly, "Uh huh."

"That's amazing! What is it?" She lifted her book up without looking up and held it in front of me, "Brain and Behavior?" I read out loud.

She looked up and smiled cutely, "I want to be a social worker."

"Really?"

"Yeah. My dad's a social worker and...I don't know. I've always admired what he's done and how he's helped kids. I guess I just want to do that."

I nodded knowingly and then stopped, "Hey look uhm...Spencer…-,"

"Spence?" a voice asked outraged.

I turned around and looked up, "Jesus christ, I mumbled to myself and quickly stood up. Allie eyed me bizarrely and Spencer quickly stood up behind me.

"What's going on here?" with a slight bit of accusation in her tone. I wonder what she knew.

"We kind of crashed into each other," Spencer explained nervously.

"Literally," I helped.

Allie eyed me suspiciously, "Well I just got out of class. Want to go get a coffee?" she asked Spencer sweetly.

She smiled adoringly, "Sure. It was nice talking to you, Ash."

I nodded bye and they walked to the Starbucks. Allie grabbed Spencer's hand and I swear this felt too fuckin' perfect.

I sat through my video pro class with my head flat against the table and while Mr. Lewis rambled about the art of a good motion picture, I drew squiggly circles on my notebook. I honestly have never felt this exhausted so I decided to grab a coffee but momentarily thought, maybe I shouldn't because that's where Spencer and Allie were but there was no way they could be there an hour and a half later.

I pulled open the door and with the blowing air that came from me opening the door, Spencer whipped around in surprise, especially when she saw it was me. She was stood near the drink area awaiting a drink, by herself and my shoulders sagged because I honestly don't know why she was still here, but I gave up in defeat, realizing the fates were obviously trying to tell me something with the amount of times we've collided, literally and metaphorically.

She siddled over to me, "Hey."

"You're still here."

"She had to go talk to a professor and then she said she'd be right back but it's been 30 minutes."

"Well, it does take a while to get across campus." I don't even know why I was defending this girl.

She shruggedd as she stood there awkwardly, "I guess."

I sighed, "What's wrong, Spencer?"

"Nothing at all."

"I miss hanging out, " I blurted out.

Half of a grimace curved up into a smile, "You do?"

I smiled and nodded, "I do."

"Then we should uh…definitely hang out some time soon."

"Come to Olivia's tonight?"

She gave me a skeptical look, "What are you guys planning on doing?"

"Drankin'. What else?"

She laughed whole heartedly, "I'll be there. Good thing my first class doesn't start till 2 on Tuesdays."

"Yeah Olivia's is at 11 so I don't know how she plans on pulling that off."

"What about you?"

"I don't have class on Tuesday. I'm not sure how that worked out."

She shook her head amused, "Okay okay, I'll be there."

Spencer walked in the door at 8:07 and Olivia greeted her immediately with a cranberry vodka and swayed slightly.

"Well she didn't waste any time," Spencer laughed into the hug while Olivia embraced her warmly.

"Jerry cheated on her," I stated pained by the idea and Spencer frowned.

"What an idiot. He's an idiot, Olivia. You know that right?"

She nodded through her lop sided smile, "I guess."

"You're beauitful," she grabbed Olivia's shoulders as if trying to shake her into reality.

"He's a doof!" she yelled and chugged down the last bit of her drink, "Whoo! I'm spent. I think I need to go to beddie bye. Spence, it was nice talking to you."

"Wait, Olivia you can't just go to bed!" I called out after her.

She turned around and looked at me through squinty eyes and a flushed face, "It's okay Ashy, I know you want alone time with her anyway," she smiled and then stalked off to bed.

I rolled my eyes in slight irritation, "What'll it be be Carlin?"

"You got a jack and coke?"

"I do believe we have that."

"Perfect," she smiled.

I poured the concoction slowly as I grabbed a glass stirrer from the canister and began to stir the drink. Time felt like it was swollen and it'd last in this one state forever, going by excruciatingly slow. I could feel her presence standing further back behind me, closer to the doorway of the kitchen, not daring to get too close. I turned around and handed her her drink and she graciously took it, walking back into the living room, leaving me to follow her with my margarita in hand.

"Againnn we're back on the couch."

I laughed at her comment in all its accuracy, "How many drinks have you had?"

"I dunsoo."

I laughed wildly because I could feel the heat pulsing through my body as the mixture of various juices combined with liquor warmed my drunken stupor, "You. Are. Too. Much."

"Orrrr not enough!"

"What's that sposed to mean?"

"I do not know."

"Why are we always drunk? We're so irresonspible."

"Dude. We're college students! It's what we doooooo! Work hard play hard."

Her stupid drunk comments made me giggle, "I do work pretty hard."

She crawled up toward me and as I looked down I could see her making her way toward me, "Not too hard I'd hope," she winked

And I don't know why but I had a fit of the giggles, "I don't like em' that hard."

"I like them SOFTER," she said through a loud whisper.

"You mean wetter. Duh."

"Well of course. But that's never a problem," she winked again.

She crawled a little further where half her body was on mine and the other half was slanted onto the couch, which caused me to have a little trouble breathing, "You're crushing me. I'm having trouble breathing."

She just looked at me and blinked, "Ash, I'm not that heavy."

"I know you're not."

She patted my chest gently, "So you gots some problems since you can't breath well," and she collapsed a bit as she rested her head on my chest.

"I'm healthy."

"Hm?"

"I don't have breathing problems."

"Your breathing sounds a little shakeyyy," she taunted.

"It's….its not."

"Is so. Your heart is also beating at an unhealthy rate."

"My heart is healthy!"

She climbed further up my body so her face was right in front of me, "You should really get that checked out," she smiled arrogantly. Even in drunkeness she was an arrogant bastard.

"My heart's healthy! God."

She shook her head in disapproval, "If you only would have laid off the booze…"

I laughed at her rambling, "You're so much drunker than I am."

She laughed with me, "You'd like that wouldn't you?"

"I don't care."

She lifted her head and looked back up at me, "We should so recreate the night we first met. It'd be hot."

"I don't think that's such a good idea."

"Why not?" she asked in all seriousness, like it was no longer a joke.

"Because."

"Becausssse whyyyy?"

"Because I'm not…," I turned my head to look away from her because I couldn't look into her eyes anymore, "I'm not like you."

She slammed her hands down on my chest, which actually hurt quite a bit and stood up, "I can't do this with you anymore Ashhh."

She was scary because she was mad and slurring and so I could barely understand her and her eyes kept flickering around from place to place, "Do what?"

"This! Whatever the fuck thissss isss."

"You don't want to be my friend?"

She shook her head somberly, "No. I don't want to be your friend. I'm sorry."

"Why?" I asked dejectedly. Drunk and upset is not the way to be.

"Listen to bad romance. Lady gaga says it all."

"I don't listen to the gaga."

She turned back around to look at me, "I want your love. I don't want to be friends."

"Oh wow Spencer I don't think I can give you that."

"Then I'm out."

"But...you can't drive!"

"I'll sleep in another room and leave in the morning."