cruel summer

mariana huffed out a breath, rolling her eyes annoyingly at the other standing in the room. “aw, what’s wrong, spence? got an anal bead stuck up there somewhere?” she asked in a sarcastic tone, bottom lip popping out into a small pout. “says the grown man who looks like bert shopping at vineyard vines for the first time.” she quickly gave reference to the sesame street character, the connection causing her to tilt her head to the side, eyes scanning him almost as if she were studying him. “now, stop being a buzzkill and answer the question. jeans or skirt?”

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spencer didn’t have the patience for this and ever since everything had went down with his love life, he definitely didn’t have it in him to deal with this. “shut up, i don’t have an anal bead stuck up in anywhere... not that’s any of your business.” he said with a small shrug of his shoulders, rolling his eyes at the other’s comment as he looked over at the outfits that mariana had showed him. he just wanted to get out of there as soon as possible and hopefully find another distraction, looking at it carefully as he tapped his foot on the ground as he thought of an answer. “i say go with the skirt. the jeans will probably make you look like an unwed middle aged mother and i’m sure that the last thing you want to do, is something like that. honestly because it’s just embarrassing.” spencer said, shrugging his shoulders at the other.

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Coco quickly ignored Spencer’s statement. She had been dealing with him for a long enough time to not take his statements to heart because, well, he said shit like that to everyone. “Like Delta’s sweaty basement would be any better,” she quipped, although the light smile on her face let Spencer know she was only mostly teasing. She never tried to pick fights with Spencer, mainly because he was one of the few people on campus who could keep up with her. “I did not do this lip combo just for you to say you’re the hottest piece of ass at this party. You’re giving GBF at best,” despite his protests, and his seemingly disdain for a shot, Coco was still sliding it over to him. “What, you’d rather have some fucked up cocktail? That’s not going to get you drunk fast, babe,” and while that may have not been Spencer’s ideal night, it was Coco’s ideal night, and she’d drag him down against his will if she had to. “Shots are totally in.”

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spencer looked at coco, a few moments in a silence, raising an eyebrow as he nodded his head. “uh, yes... everyone thinks so, we throw the best parties in the whole campus. why are you even questioning that?” he asked, shaking his head as he looked over at her, raising an eyebrow again at what she said before he was rolling his eyes. “isn’t that kind of homophobic? so what, i’m just a prop for you now?” he asked, frowning slightly as he looked around for a few minutes and deciding that this was a shitty party. maybe he was biased, mostly because most of his life at evergreen, he had spent it at parties in the delta psi house. maybe it wasn’t as bad, but it was just different than he was used to. “yes, cocktails are way fucking better. you take shots if you’re a teenager who’s trying to hide the fact that they’re going through puberty and that they don’t know how to drink. so, i have to disagree, shots are totally not in.” he said, shaking his head slowly as he looked at coco again. “just have a cocktail with me, you’ll change your mind.” he said with a nod.

“well you truly are the life of the party.” eric muttered, rolling his eyes at spencer’s rudeness. eric couldn’t help but start to get even more annoyed about how spencer carried himself and how he was handling the situation. “maybe you should try be a decent and understanding human being for once, or at least get drunk enough where you can at least pretend to be one.” eric suggested. “maybe then you wouldn’t have such a shitty reputation.”

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𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐦 : i can make it happen

𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐦 : what movie are we watching (:

spencer: that better mean that you are coming over

spencer: i don't know, i don't care, i just want to be with you

spencer: hey you ;)

spencer: heard you were coming over to watch a movie with me...

she took a step back when spencer finally broke her long list of words. her mouth shut quickly and her head gave the other a simple nod. she began counting in her head, but instantly stopped when she realized he didn’t mean literally. the brunette gave the other a simple shrug. ‘ considering i’m on my fourth cup of coffee. ’, lorraine replied, but her voice much softer. she began to make herself look busy behind the register while the other browsed the store. ‘ hmm… ’, she began, moving out from behind the counter towards the records. ‘ i know someone sold a sealed one a few days ago. it might be in those new arrivals boxes in the front ! ’, lorraine encouraged. ‘ i could help you look if you’d like. ’

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there was something wrong with this girl, spencer thought to himself as he watched her carefully as his eyes followed her. “are you twelve years old? who acts like this after four cups of coffee?” he asked, throwing his hands in the air with a small frown on his face as he kept watching her and at her answer, he nodded his head. “right, i have no idea what any of that means, so... if you want to do your job right, the least you could do is help me out. or are you just going to stand behind the counter and do nothing?” he asked, frowning as he started moving towards the front of the store again and looked at the stack of vinyls - he had no idea what he was looking for, he just knew that malcolm liked that type of music and he wanted to be nice, but he was hoping that the person who helped him out wasn’t a complete idiot.

         “ don’t tell me this is news to you ?  they have the same last name, spence  —  well, i guess you didn’t realize your nico was the same nico that noel was hung up on. ”  she waves a manicured hand in dismissal. whatever.  “ i haven’t talked to her since. i’m not, like, mad at her, obviously, it’s not her fault, but… ”  her shoulders lift in a shrug. she’s over it at this point  —  the situation no longer deserves her energy.  “ that’s got to be the sweetest thing i’ve ever heard you say. i’m surprised i didn’t start gagging just now. ”  cel teases,  “ don’t tell me you’ve gone soft. i mean, it might be a nice change of pace. it’s tiring being the bitch all the time. ”  she rolls her eyes. it’s not a secret that cel  ( and spencer )  have a bit of a reputation on campus. half the time, cel doesn’t even think they’re being bitchy  —  sometimes the situation at hand requires retaliation… it just so happens that they’re always on the front lines.  “ you want to get brunch ?  are you gonna rush me halfway through to get back to studying, or do i get to enjoy my eggs benedict this time ? ”

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spencer was sitting by his desk in his room, typing down on his laptop when he heard a knock on the door. he was pretty sure that everyone knew not to disturb him, so he decided to ignore it - until the person knocked again. standing up from his seat, spencer walked towards the door and swung it open, only to see quinn on the other side which made him frown. “who the fuck let you in here? and what the fuck are you doing here? if this is about the jacket you lost in that party, i already told you i don’t know where the fuck it is! who do i look like, lost and found?” he asked, his patient running thin, knowing that he should go back to studying and that he shouldn’t waste as much time in talking with other people, but there he was. “now, can you leave me alone?” he asked, raising an eyebrow and crossing his arms over his chest, as he waited for a response from the other.

“isn’t there someone named after a literal fucking teletubby? lala? that’s my answer.”

if there was anything spencer hated, were people who talked in the library. he didn’t know why they went there if they were just going to talk, but he hated it. yes, he would talk from time to time whenever someone would go and bother him, but he wasn’t in the mood that day. he had plenty to study, although the semester hadn’t started that long ago and he felt like he was behind on everything. and the voice just kept talking and it wouldn’t shut up. spencer looked around for a couple of moments before he spotted robin speaking, raising an eyebrows as he glared at them and then without hesitating, grabbed one of his pens and tossed it directly at him, aiming for his head. “listen, do you mind shutting the fuck up for five seconds? some people are trying to study, i know that you probably don’t know what that is, but some of us actually want to get out of here.” spencer said, rolling his eyes at the other.

“at first i just thought he was an idiot. and when he ‘saved’ me from the frisbee, or so he says he did, i also thought he was an idiot. but then... something happened. and now i really like him. he’s a good person and while most of the people don’t see the good in me, i know that he can. maybe that’s what makes him special.”

           “ so you admit it was a compliment ? ”  he lilts, tossing a beaming grin in spencer’s direction.  “ i think being a chihuahua can be a compliment too  —  you don’t take people’s shit and you look very cute while doing it. ”  malcolm reaches out to poke playfully at spencer’s side, willing the rosy flush that’s begun to spread across his nose to go away. he bumps his shoulder against him, and mac can’t help but inch closer as they walk side by side.  “ i can always make time for the people i like  —  namely you, yes. ”  he nods, teeth grazing against his lower lip as he turned to look at spencer. he’s blushing, mac notices, and he thinks it’s cute. he’s not used to thinking of spencer as the type of person who can be shy or get flustered  —  it makes his heart swell in his chest to think that he’s got that affect on him.  “ oh, i get a reward, huh ?  well, you kinda sprung this on me, you know, i didn’t even get the chance to think about what i’d want. ”  mac teases, pausing for a beat before reaching his hand out to lace his fingers with spencer’s. he doesn’t want to overstep or anything like that  —  malcolm knows he can be a little too forward for some people’s taste sometimes. just this, the small act of holding his hand in public is enough, but … he’s leaning in a bit more, dazzling grin etched onto his lips.  “ kiss me ? ”

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