For any of the 'folks' that just seemed to remind you of oscar the grouch off of Sesame Street, today was not a day to venture out into the real world. Though it wasn't the warmest day ever, It was sunny, and bright, and upbeat, and noisy with the sound of kids playing and mothers calling and birds singing. Oh yes, much too perfect for such a melodramatic type. But God knows Spencer wasn't melodramatic. More like Hyperactive. Or something else... other than melodramatic. Yes, that's it. Because though she does have her many problems, it doesn't burn her skin when she goes out into a bright sunny day. The sound of happy children doesn't do pain to her ears. And she can go dance in the rain without melting at the contact with water. Even though there was no rain today, it definitely wouldn't melt her on days where there was. She was no witch.
And so she sat on the bench, thumbing away at the keys on her Sidekick, waiting for her friend to show up, catch her attention and make her smile. Not that she didn't have a reason to now. Or that she was so particularly sad that she needed that special person to make her smile thorugh tears. Just because it was expected, on sight. Like a miracle. Plus, Ali would probably say something to make her laugh anyways, Gotta love that girl.
Oh, did she look hot today or what? Well, not really. but it was just some sort of affirmation she had said to herself in the mirror before she left her house. Pretty weird. but her outfit really was cute, if you had any taste in clothing you'd agree. Her dark grey skinny jeans ran right down into the ballet flat boots that came up most of the length of her calve. They were a tannsh color, and the only reason she had gotten them was because they were super soft. I mean, you just wanted to pet them constantly, like a puppy. But than you would look phsycotic, so Spencer refrained form doing so. Her shirt was more like a dress, with an empire wasit line and a V-neck. It was navy blue, and Spencer just thought it was adorable, even if she saw big Zumiez logos on Tee-shirts just as appealing. She was like a chameleon. She could dress up as whatever she wanted. today was just one of those days where she felt like putting a bit of extra time in. What else did she have to do on a Saturday morning?
"Aliii" She look up from her sidekick for a moment, hazel eyes scanning the sandbox, the swings, the playground, the grassy feild. No Alizabeth. Damn girl. always late. But they weren't really rushing off to go anywhere after she got here. Just "Chillaxing". Hangin around, having fun. They would probably end up playing freeze tag with seven year olds or something. But not until she got her butt down here. spencer had called her 20 minutes ago, and her foot began to tap against the side walk in anticipation. She had been sitting still for much too long, and this wasn't doing anything for her sugar high ways. She was something of an ADD child, and was getting antsy just sitting. She loved the girl, but she really did have to hurry it up a bit.
What was that one superhero? The one who red the red suit, and could make flames with his fingers, and he had superhuman cheetah powers? Flash! That's it. That's exactly who Alizabeth reminded her of when she caught Spence's gaze. Except she was a green blur, instead of red. Which was better, only because green was Spencer's favorite color. What was wrong with the girl? She wouldn't have thought their little playdate was important enough to run too, even if you were running a bit late. Was she trying to escape some scary monster? Those were real, you know. They lurked everywhere. Spencer should know. As if trying to focus more, her eyes narrowed. Was that a bag in her hand? Had the girl stolen something? Naww. She wouldn't. Right?
Soon enough Spencer would see her best friend was only coming to bear gifts upon her. Well, not exactly. But it was about the... third best gift anyone could ever get her. The first two being ridiculously posh for random presentation. Her lips pulled back tauntly as she made the attempt to hold back a laugh. How her bottom could handle such damage from the hard sidewalk, Spencer couldn't figure out. But Ali seemed much too distracted by something else to notice any form of ache or pain. “Guess what!?!” At this, her hazel orbs seemed to brighten. News was coming, obviously good. Look at the girl. Just in case she missed anything from her up high position on the bench, she let her body slide down onto the sidewalk next to the bench, right in front of her friend. "What!? You're not pregnat, right?" She didn't think so... but she was glowing. Than again, Alizabeth was always glowing. Spence would definitely have dibbs on godmother if she was. And most likely still her precious bundle of joy. Now she was all caught up on the young girl being pregnant. Great.
Just as her very lightly glossed lips parted to declare the baby's middle name would be Spencer, she heard the actual reason of her excitement. You may think this news would be insignifigent to a baby. But this was Spencer and Alizabeth. And that was a candy store. Right across the street. "Ohh my Gosh, Effing Pop Rocks!" Strawberry flavored, too. These guys were good. Not that the local grocery store didn't have Pop Rocks in their candy section. But anywhere with pop rocks, was good in Spencer's books. She didn't hesitate to help herself to some Cry Baby's and a couple Charm's suckers before handing the bag back over to her friend. Somehow she managed to speak corehently with a caramel apple sucker stuck in the side of her mouth, "Did you try it?! Was it better than coldstone? Mann, We're so living there." Yes, she was talking to Ali, but her gaze seemed to be fixed on opening the bag of pop rocks. The good thing about those things, you could eat a sucker at the same time you were eating those. It was Bawm, in the words of Spence.
Suddenly, she stopped, looking up at her friend wide-eyed, "Ali that's what we need to do. We need to open up our own candy store. And even make our own Candies!" The most brilliant idea that would never work. But they did this all the time. Completely thought out plans and ideas like they would actually happen someday only to completely forget about the brilliant thought the next day. THat was pretty much how it went. "What would we call it? It has to be original, and unique. Like us." She fanned out her fingers, placing them on her chest and shruggin her shoulders as if to flatter herself. She wasn't seriously going to call herself, and Ali, original and unique without making a show of sarcasm. Perhaps they were, but for somereason in the invisible rule book it was written in stone that you don't do that. It made you look.... kind of shallow. And that was one thing Spencer was not. The sucker obviously wasn't holding her attention, because she threw the half gone candy in the trash, or somehwere near it. Spence was no tree hugger, she was a proud loiterer. So what. She plopped a Cry Baby in her mouth. As expected, a series of odd, twisted faces came out as a result. But for some reason, the sour twang was worth the way it sent her muscles in a spasm. Weird. "Our candy shop would be better than Freakin' Willy Wonka's." She nodded, her eyes still squinting from the candy in her mouth. Jeez Spence, way to look cool. But she couldn't be worried with such things right now, she was with Ali.