"What is your favorite color?” the blonde asked bouncing over to the brunette’s bed.

That’s how it started, for the next three weeks that’s what the girls did.  They would be escorted to class, walking behind Creepy Crawly mocking her movements with exaggerated ones; fall asleep in class only to feel the wetness of spit-balls hit any exposed flesh by one another, then get into a ‘war’ that eventually the whole class got in on; sometimes Spencer would disappear, which worried Ashley but she didn’t want to push; Lucy would show up unexpected always catching them in a compromising position. In their free time, serving as a lot of the time, they just talked.  They learned more and more about each other with each passing day.  Ashley told Spencer her feelings of resentment toward her parents.  Spencer showed Ashley the only pictures she had of her old family.  They shared joints while sharing stories of their love lives; Spencer letting her sixth-grade boyfriend feel her up, then his sister; Ashley not remembering if she lost her virginity to a guy or a girl.  Then at night going to sleep, one of them always ends up in the other’s bed.

“One more week till we’re free!” Ashley shouted, jumping with her feet on either side of the blonde who was trying to sleep. “Wakie, wakie, eggs and bacie!” she continued while rubbing her toes in Spencer’s face.

“Eww! Get those infected things away from me!” the blonde screamed running to her own bed.

“Hey! I resent that! My feet are beautiful…now kiss them and say you’re sorry” Ashley demanded sticking out her feet.

“Hell no!” Yelled Spencer as he smacked the feet away from her.  This led to a wrestling match between the roommates, who tickled one another into submission; usually it was Ashley who won. “Why must you always be on top?” the blonde asked having been pinned under the most gorgeous body she’s ever laid her eyes on.

"Because that’s the way, uh huh, uh huh, you like it.” Ashley offered with a smirk receiving a smack on the arm.  Their laughing faded though as brown eyes locked with blue, which had been happening a lot more recently. Ashley loosened her grip on Spencer’s arms and rested on her elbows, face right over Spencer’s; she used her fingers to stroke through the blonde locks and oh, how she wanted to kiss her.  She could feel the quickening pace of heartbeat from the girl under her and could swear Spencer wanted to kiss her too.  Leaning down Ashley heard and felt the blondes breath hitch and she licked her lips before placing a chaste kiss on Spencer’s cheek, pulling back she saw want and need in the blues she’d come to adore as she also felt the soft skin of Spencer’s hands wrapping around her neck pulling her closer.  Their breathing was uneven, as their hold on each other grew tighter; again Ashley leaned lower looking from soft blue eyes, to soft pink lips and back again before licking her own, letting Spencer know how much she wanted this. She knew Spencer wanted it too as the blonde leaned up crashing her lips into the brunette’s. It was not soft, but rough and long yearned for.