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    She’s into me, Right? – (Chapter: Some Perspective.)

                Today is going to be different. I can feel it. Spencer told herself. She was sitting in the living room of her and Sam’s apartment working on her laptop. Writers block was all Spencer could come up with. For some reason she just couldn’t think straight today. It wasn’t like her job was life or death or something, just some music and movie reviews, but a deadline was a deadline. Her job consisted of well written reviews getting in on time. One out of two wouldn’t cut it.

     

                Her thoughts always seemed to get off task as of late. She had tried to fight it as long as she could but it just grew tiresome trying to keep her thoughts in line. Spencer decided to let go so she gave her thoughts free range and in return was rewarded with a vivid image of a certain brunette with deep brown eyes. Without realizing it, her lips turned upwards in a smile. Maybe at breakfast I can get Aiden to spill the beans on her story. Spencer glanced at the bar that was located at the bottom of her computer screen. 7:00. By the rate at which Spencer was getting her article written, it would be done by the end of next week. That wouldn’t be good considering it was due tomorrow.

     

                Finally out of frustration, Spencer shut down her laptop and stumbled into the kitchen for some coffee. She poured herself some in a mug and chugged it down black, without creamer or sugar. Spencer grimaced but nevertheless poured herself some more, hoping the caffeine would help her think of something to say. After her third cup she was still idea-less about what to put into her review of some local band but an idea of an evil prank jumped up and down in her brain, begging to be done. The blonde couldn’t help but grin evilly as she quickly moved around the kitchen, getting the materials ready that would make her scheme work. She marched down the hall with a can of Readi-Whip, some chocolate sauce, Saran Wrap, a full pepper shaker, and a soft fuzzy magnet.

     

                He was going to pay. Slowly she opened the door that belonged to Sam. Never mess with a girl who has a hang over. Spencer thought.

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    Comments

    1. I’m building absolute towers of support here. I’ve moved in the builders, and I’m commissioning Myung to do the facade. KEEP GOING! WE’ll have your building up in no time if you keep posting!

    2. I’m building absolute towers of support here. I’ve moved in the builders, and I’m commissioning Myung to do the facade. KEEP GOING! WE’ll have your building up in no time if you keep posting!

    3. Wow. You guyz are so supportive! I love it. And do I have to pay for this building? I will if I have to but I thought maybe I could pay in posts instead of pesos, if you know what I mean. Plus, Spencer may just become a caffeine addict! The horror.

    4. Wow. You guyz are so supportive! I love it. And do I have to pay for this building? I will if I have to but I thought maybe I could pay in posts instead of pesos, if you know what I mean. Plus, Spencer may just become a caffeine addict! The horror.

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