[center]Spencer | Mila[/center]

Over the following week MIla hadn't spent much time out of her dorm other then classes. Luckily Spencer had come over a few times to hang out and give her company. She was always rather introverted and didn't mind the being alone. But she had to admit she enjoyed the times Spencer had given her company. But she would never admit it out loud. She had always thought it was strength to remain alone and be uneffected. She didn't want to be perceived as weak, especially not to Spencer.

While in her room Mila went about rearranged small things. Taking little things and adjusting their position or bringing them to the other side of the room because she thinks it'd look better. She, in truth, had no idea what she was doing. She had never had a eye for fashion or styling, especially not for a room. But she thought it was starting to look nice, and it helped the time pass. 

She sighed as she finished. She went and hopped onto her bed, bouncing faintly on the springs. She pushed her hand into the back of her tight jeans and pulled out her phone. Turning on the screen she went to her contacts. She scrolled down to the S's and stopped at Spencer's name. Her thumb hovering over the call icon. She hesitated for a few moments but eventually locked her phone and dropped it on the bed at her side. She sighed, reasoning that if Spencer wanted to come over she would stop by. No reason calling and asking her to come over. That would seem too desperate. Far, far too desperate.

She reached out to her dresser and swiped the headphones off the top, plugging them into her phone and the earbuds into her ears. She went to her music library and played her most currently made play list. She laid back in bed, staring up at the swirling ceiling fan as the beat of her songs drowned out all the sounds around her. Bringing her arms up aboved her head comfortably it faintly brought up the bottom of her light green blouse, showed the warm tan of her belly.

Spencer began to grow impatient. She'd thought that waiting for Mila to leave her room and by chance, happen to wander into the cafeteria would then give Spencer the opportunity to casually start up a conversation, but unfortunately for her, that ended up not being the case. Surely Mila would not mind if Spencer dropped by, if just to strike up small talk. So Spencer fled the kitchen, leaving behind her half-eaten turkey sandwich, and headed for the girl's dormitory. 

She arrived at Mila's door in a matter of minutes, surprised by the rhythm of her heartbeat as it sputtered uncontrollably beneath her chest. Closing her eyes as if to calm herself, Spencer knocked on the door - first softly, then several times much louder than before. She waited, but Mila did not come to the door. 

Biting her lip tentatively, she decided to take a small peek and if she was not there, she would leave a note that she'd stopped by. Satisfied with this idea, rather cautiously, she reached for the doorknob and turned it, opening it up ever so slightly and popping her head in. It smelled of lilies. A smile formed on her lips. 

She spotted Mila sprawled on her bed with earbuds in either ear. No wonder she hadn't heard me, Spencer thought. Entering the room, Spencer looked more closely at the body of the girl, noticing that her shirt had risen, exposing skin she'd never before seen on Mila. She was absolutely stunning, it took Spencer aback. 

Clenching her jaw, she eased her way onto the bed, resting a hand delicately on Mila's thigh (a mistake on her part, really. It made her heart swell in all the right ways). "Hey," she murmured, grinning to the other girl. "So this is where you've been hiding, hm?" 

Mila laid quietly on her bed, after a little while her eyes closed as she fell into the beat of the music. Though only three songs later and she was startled by the pressure on the bed right beside her and a soft hand on her thigh.

"Ah!" she yelped as her eyes shot open and looked over only to see Spencer. Her heart stopped for a second but once she realized it was only Spencer her heart began it's normal pace. Actually, it went rather fast but that became normal when she was with Spencer. She was relieved to find Spencer, moving over and hugging her tight out of adrenaline. Realizing she had acted so impulsively she let her go and laid back on her back. Shyly staring up at the ceiling from embarrassment, a warm of red touching her cheek.

"Hey Spencer.." She spoke quietly, so embarrassed with her actions to talk any louder. She reached up, pulling the earbuds from her ears just in time to here her remark. "I wasn't hiding." She protested innocently. "I was..." she trailed off, thinking of an appropriate word. Though nothing better suited the situation than hiding. She sighed in defeat. "Okay, I guess you could call it hiding..." 

The hug didn't last as long as Spencer would've preferred, and perhaps Mila thought she would have protested, as she scrambled back down to her original position, a crimson color flushing over her cheeks. Spencer chuckled as Mila attempted to explain herself, her heart warming as she did so. 

"It's fine, I understand why you would. It's nuts out there. Everyone's preparing for that thing at Ronnie's," Spencer said distastefully, dismissing the topic almost as quickly as she'd brought it up. "Anyhow, you won't believe what happened to me today at work." 

Slipping a hand into her pocket, Spencer pulled out the crumpled receipt Zoe had given her. She smoothed it out on the bed and held it out for Mila to take. "A girl gave me her number completely out of the blue. It was weird. She kinda just sat down next to me and started talking to me... asking questions about me and whatnot. Then, well, this happened. I'm not really sure what I'm even supposed to do with it, in all honesty. She told me to call her." 

Mila perked up at the mention of not being able to believe something that could have happened at Spencer's work. Mila turned on her side on the bed, consciously making sure not to move her the leg Spencer left her hand on. Trying not to make that fact obvious. "Oh yeah? What happened?" She asked curiously.

When she began to explain Mila's heart sank. [i]'A girl...?'[/i] she thought to herself, the words tearing her apart from the inside. "Oh.. A girl, huh? Was she..." her voice trailed, nervous about asking as she didn't want the answer. "Was she pretty?" She tried to smile, act excited for her but there was something about her tone and in her eyes that she was emotion pained.

Spencer shrugged at the mentioning of her looks, referring back to the event as if to recall the girl altogether. "Yeah, she was," she noted. But not as pretty as you, she thought, but of course, didn't say. "I don't think I'm going to call her, though." 

Taking the receipt, she put it aside, and shrugged once more, no longer interested in the other girl, but the idea of someone actually wanting her. Spencer was a fuck up, to say the least. She had a past that didn't, nor wouldn't, be thought of as acceptable in anyone's book. Even the slightest bit of detail was likely to scare off anyone. It had in the past, so what was to stop people from leaving now? That alone terrified her. She didn't want to risk getting close to someone, only for them to leave out of fear or lack of understanding. 

"It doesn't matter," she decided. "I don't exactly care for her." Which was true, but hurtful, nonetheless. Her eyes flickered up at Mila, her attention drawn to the other girl's eyes, sad and no longer reaching that of hers. She was upset, that much was evident. What Spencer didn't understand was - what could she possibly be upset about? 

"Hey, it's alright," Spencer laughed. "She's just some girl. It's not like I won't find someone someday." She wouldn't. She knew that. But Mila didn't need to hear Spencer droning on about how miserable her life was. Not right now. Not ever. 

Mila softly laughed as Spencer said it would be alright. She didn't even realize what she was upset about. "You should call her." She stated, the words cutting into her very soul. She didn't want Spencer to call that girl. She didn't want her calling any other girl. But she was being jealous. That wasn't fair to Spencer. Keeping her from happiness just for her own greediness.

"You deserve to be happy..." she trailed on, getting up on her hands and knees, starting to crawl up and over Spencer.

"Wait," Spencer whispered, lacing her fingers over her forearm. She could practically feel the air between them thinning, as the overwhelming scent of Mila's perfume consumed her whole. She glanced up at Mila, a mere inch away from her face, and parted her lips longingly. "I am." 

There were so many bones within her that ached to be against hers, and the thoughts of how unworthy she was suddenly began to fade as she cupped Mila's face and lessened the distance that suddenly felt miles apart. She needed this, she realized, pressing her lips against Mila's as her body began to intertwine with hers. God, but she doesn't need this... She doesn't need such a mistake in her life. 

She didn't care. She didn't care because her kiss was so addicting and she didn't want it to end. Spencer's hand traced the crook of her neck, edging down to the bare skin of her waist, pulling her closer and refusing to let go. It was only when she began to ran out of air did she finally part, gasping to fill her lungs with oxygen. Fuck you, lungs, she thought bitterly. 

"I-I'm sorry," she told the girl, even though she really wasn't. 

Mila gasped into her lips as she was suddenly kissed. Her eyes wide and staring down at Spencer. As the realization this wasn't some vivid dream sank in she slowly let herself enjoy it. Her eyes slowly closing, her body losing the tense as she let it droop down and press into Spencer. Her lips softly parted, taking a bit of her bottom lip between her own and softly sucking. Eagerly enjoying the kiss as it felt her body was melting in her hands.

But before she knew it the kiss broke and she realized she was out of breath. Taking a deep breath she began to pant, gulping in air before she passed out from oxygen deprivation. She blushed deeply as her eyes slowly opened to look down at Spencer. Just staring at her with sweet, loving eyes. She shook her head at the apology. "I am not." She said before placing another quick, simple kiss to her lips to show she liked it.

Mila wrapped her arms under Spencer and pressed herself into her nice and close, squeezing her arms around her in a tight hug. She was hesitant but she needed to know. "Spencer..." she whispered quietly and nervously. "What was that for..?"

She contemplated how she was to answer that, wrapping her arms around the small frame of the other girl protectively. Resting her chin on Mila's head, she stared blankly at the opposing wall, decorated with posters and other things that were important to Mila. 

Seeing these things brought her nostrils to flare at the thought of how plain her walls were. She'd never before been able to decorate her room, as it hadn't entirely been hers to begin with. She'd shared it with Richie and several other people who came in and out as they pleased. 

This was the first time she'd ever had a room of her own, and she hadn't even thought to fucking make it her own. Tears welled in her eyes as she tightened her hold on Mila, her eyes narrowing on a single poster as the colors began to come together. Spencer closed her eyes and inhaled, thinking back to what Mila had asked her. 

Why had she done it? Impulse, really. But it wasn't just that. "For all the times I wanted to - but was too scared to do it," she blurted, biting down on her tongue the moment she'd said it. Now Mila probably assumed she was some sort of stalker who constantly wanted to kiss her. She remembered how other people did with her, too. 

Sweat began to form on the back of her neck as she thought back to all the people that'd come and gone. How they'd spoke to her and Richie as if they were foul animals. Hurt them, yelled at them, god, raped them. Raperaperaperaperaperape. Her mind began to race. 

"I, uh, I have to go," she said hurriedly, shimmying out of Mila's hold and coming to her feet, her fists curled at either sides. "I'm sorry. You don't understand, Mila. And you don't need to. You... You don't want to. Trust me. I'm sorry." Without another word, Spencer left, slamming the door shut behind her as the memories came rushing back. 

Mila smiled brightly at the blurted out admittance. Faintly biting her bottom lip in an attempt to keep from smiling so big that she looked like an idiot. Then she said she had to leave and she became worried. Did she regret what happened? She moved her head back to look at her just in time for her to scoot out from underneath her. 

Mila slowly pushed herself to the edge of the bed, sitting with her legs over the side. "But.." was all she could say before Spencer left and slammed the door behind her. She wasn't thinking, all she knew was that she needed to stop her. Mila quickly pushed herself to her feet and hurried after her. 

Pushing through the door she looked down both hallways til she saw Spencer down a ways. She dashed after her, running as fast as she could to catch up. As she came only a few feet away she called out to her, "Spencer, stop!"

moments after she called out she nearly slammed into the back of Spencer, her arms snaking around the front of her stomach and clinging tightly to her, keeping her from running anymore. She held tight to her from behind, resting her head on her back. "Please don't run from me..." She pleaded sweetly. "I am sorry.. If it was a mistake we don't have to do it again.. I just..." she trailed on, tears swelling in her eyes. "I just can't lose you..." she admitted. Fearing Spencer wanted to leave her.

Spencer swiveled on the heel of her foot, forcefully moving the arms that had held her in place. She jumped backward and threw her hands out in front of her, ice building on the ends of her fingertips. "Don't... don't," she hissed. "Get the fuck away from me. You're never touching me again. Never, ever again." Tears blinded her view as they began to stream down her cheeks, hitting the ground as she trembled where she stood. 

Furiously swiping them away, she inched backward, not at all afraid of her father in this moment. "Stay away from me and Richie," she snarled, baring her teeth. There were voices all around them now, but she couldn't be bothered to hear what they were saying, throwing her head every which way as if to keep them at a distance. 

It took what felt like a century before Spencer's mind processed the words the voice had said, registering that it'd been a female voice. She blinked rapidly, her eyes fixating on Mila, standing before her with worry plastered on her face. She lowered her hands. "Mila? Mila, oh god, I'm so sorry... You have to understand- My mind... My mind is fucked up. I-It does things..." 

There were people watching them now. God, she felt humiliated. Without much thought, Spencer bolted for the nearest bathroom in hopes that Mila would follow. Inside, a few girls began to exit, leaving the bathroom empty aside from Spencer. The lone girl pushed herself up against the wall and breathed. "Fuck," she muttered. "Fuck!" The one good moment... the one good moment I've had in so long and I ruined it. I always ruin good things, don't I? 

As Spencer tore herself away from Mila's arms she looked up to see the aggressive stance. She didn't move, not forward to pressure Spencer and not back for she wasn't going to run away. Not from Spencer. As she began to yell at her and tell her she would never touch her again her heart sank. What had happened to make Spencer hate her so much. Though as she continued to yell and said Richie she began to understand.

They had known eachother for a bit and this wasn't the first time she had lost herself. Though this occassion might have been the worst of them all. Then Spencer broke free of her daze and realized who she was once again. She was going to reassure Spencer after the apology but before she could she had dashed for the bathroom. 

Mila quickly following behind, nearly trampling over the girls that were leaving as she entered. She pushed herself past them and stopped as she saw Spencer pressed against the wall. She didn't know what to say but she knew she didn't want anyone walking in. She turned back to the door and turned the lock to give them some privacy.

Slowly Mila took hesitant steps closer to Spencer without a word, her foot steps hardly making a sound. But before she knew what she was doing she gently pressed herself once more against Spencer's back. Gently and tenderly, not wanting to be forceful like before with the hug. Just soft enough to let Spencer feel her presence. She softly placed her hand against her back, gently caressing her fingers affectionately against the clothed flesh in an attempt to comfort her.

"It's okay Spencer..." She cooed sweetly. "We all have demons... You don't need to explain.. I am here for you.." She promised as sincerely as she could. She didn't make another sound, not even a motion - other than the soft caress of her hand against her back. She just wanted to comfort her. That is the only thing in the world she wanted.

She didn't understand, this girl, but perhaps that was for the best. She shouldn't ever have to understand such pain. Spencer turned to face Mila, slowly this time, and held her close, sliding down to the floor with Mila still in her grasp. Crossing one leg over the other, she guided Mila into the base of her legs and held her, Spencer's eyes boring into the tile at which she sat on. 

"I can create such chaos, Mila," she whispered, flicking a finger to the ground as a shard of ice manifested below. "But I try so fucking hard... to create beauty." Pressing her palm onto the shard, she felt the sting of it prick her, blood seeping down to her wrist. She curved her hand and began to shape it, bringing forth more ice as it overlapped and lowered. As the shard began to vanish, a small rose was left in its place. 

She glanced up at Mila and took her hand, tracing her fingers over the rose with every arch and curve on it. "I'm sorry you had to experience that," she sighed, resting Mila's hand on her knee. "I can't promise it won't happen again. But I'm trying to get rid of the thorns so all there is... is beauty. I don't want my past to run my life - however, it seems to have already done that." 

Shaking her head, she planted a small peck on the other girl's cheek, acknowledging the constant rattle of the door as other girls attempted to get into the restroom. "We should probably go, love... Maybe get something to eat. Are you hungry?" 

Mila didn't fight as she was gently pulled down to the ground and onto her lap. Smiling sweetly as she let herself rest against Spencer's figure, her cheek laying gently on her shoulder. As she began to explain Mila looked out to what she was doing. She remained silent til she was done speaking, letting her take her hand and trace her fingers along the rose.

Mila looked back at Spencer, smiling softly and sweetly. She brought her hand up slowly to Spencer's jaw, taking it gently in her hand; her fingers still cool from touching the rose as they gently reached out along her soft jaw. She held her face there, looking intently and lovingly into her eyes. "I will always be there, for whatever happens. Always." She promised, sealing her words with a kiss. Leaning in she stole a kiss from her lips, letting the kiss remain for a long moment before breaking it. A soft blush touching her light colored cheeks.

Hearing the door rattle from someone trying to get in she looked behind her and sighed. They were so impatient. She nodded at Spencer's suggestion. "Yeah, I am pretty hungry." She admitted as she begrudging stood up off Spencer's lap - her new favorite place mind you - and gently reached down to take Spencer's hand to help pull her up to her feet. Though as she stood, Mila kept hold of one of Spencer's hand, moving over to the same side as the held hand. Blushing as she hoped Spencer didn't mind holding hands. 

"How does spaghetti sound?" She offered the idea, looking up at the slightly taller girl.

Coming to her feet, Spencer nodded her head eagerly at the idea of spaghetti. While she wasn't too fond of going to face some of the people that had seen her in the hallway, she knew it was inevitable. Reaching for the handle of the door, Spencer unlocked it, and already there were a flood of girls that rushed past them. "Well, damn. Okay, then..." Spencer muttered. 

As they walked out into the hall after the flood of girls had past Mila noticed how there were still people in the halls. As they walked out most had turned their gaze to look at the two, whispering amongst themselves. Mila could assume as to what the subject was.

Suddenly then, without warning, Mila turned to Spencer and pushed her against the wall. Standing up on her tippy toes to even their height she took Spencer's lips into an unprevoked kiss. Mila kissed Spencer deeply and slowly, pinning her body between herself and the wall. She let the kiss last a good long while, making sure everyone got a good long look. She then broke the kiss with a faint whimper, missing the sensation. 

She dropped back to her normal height as she finally let her eyes open and take a deep breath to relax her nerves. She smiled up at Spencer with a blush. "There... That will give them something else to talk about.." She whispered, only loud enough for only Spencer to hear.

Taking Spencer's hand once more she started walked down the hall, past all the awestruck students staring at the two as they past - heading for the cafeteria. 

It didn't take long for the two to walk from their building to the cafeteria. Pushing through the double doors she looked around to see not many people were in the building this late.