[A/N: It took less than two months for me to post this! I'm officially on top of my game.]

Clio and Spencer walked into the Hopewell that evening laughing and giddy.

This time, there was another girl standing at the front desk staring at the computer. She looked up to Clio and Spencer when she heard them enter.

"Hey, Spencer," the girl said. "Who's your friend?"

"Oh, her?" Spencer asked motioning to Clio.

"I don't see anyone else with you," she said.

"This is my buddy Clio," Spencer said.

"Oh, this is the Clio who's staying in your room," she said.

"Clio this is my sister, Lola," Spencer said.

"He wasn't being weird was he?" Lola asked as Spencer walked Clio to the elevator.

"Actually, he was very weird," Clio said as they stepped inside. "But it's okay. I like weird."

Lola smiled and then went back to whatever she was doing on the computer.

Clio and Spencer rode the elevator in silence for a while. As soon as they stepped off onto her floor Spencer chuckled.

"So, you like weird?" Spencer asked.

Clio smiled. "Yeah. I mean, not all kinds of weird. Your kind of weird is good. I mean, I never thought I would meet someone who could teach me how to fall down purposely and make it funny."

"Well it was funny even when you did it wrong," Spencer said.

"Would it have still been funny even if I'd hurt myself?" Clio asked.

Spencer shrugged. "Honestly, it probably would've been funnier that way."

Clio chuckled. "I appreciate your honesty." She pushed her bedroom door open and lingered in the doorway for a moment.

"You know, Clio, I had a lot of fun today," Spencer said.

"Me too," Clio replied much quicker than she had meant to.

"We should do this again sometime," Spencer said. "But you know, instead of making you walk over the place we could take a cab, go somewhere nice for dinner. Maybe catch a movie later. Or, more than likely, we'd go some place nice for breakfast since I'm going to be up to my nose in Hamlet for a while."

Clio leaned against her doorframe and eyed Spencer with a false sense of suspicion.

"Are you asking me out on a date, Spencer Martin?" she asked.

"That would certainly seem to be the case, Clio Ford," Spencer replied.

Clio paused for a moment before she answered and her mind went to one place and one place only: Aidan. He was (allegedly) her boyfriend, at least that's what he had said. Under normal relationship circumstances he would probably call, text, e-mail—find some way to contact her. It would be different if he were still floating out in the middle of the Mediterranean Sea but she knew he was state side and that being the case there was no excuse she could think of.

What did Aidan matter anyway? She was sure many girls regretted kissing the first boy they'd ever kissed. Clio just had to make sure the next guy she was going to lock lips with wasn't going to bail on her the way Aidan had, and why shouldn't that guy be Spencer?

He made her laugh, almost nonstop through the whole day. He liked her artwork, even if the only piece he'd seen was a tree she'd drawn on a napkin in the park. From the very first moment they'd met he'd been so cordial and nice and, let's face it, real gentlemen were hard to come by these days. And it did help that Spencer cute and an actor with a real future ahead of him.

Clio began to wonder why she was even still thinking this over.

"I would love to go out on a date with you, Spencer," Clio said. Spencer smiled and a the faintest blush tinted his cheeks. "When should I expect this date to take place?"

". . . When you least expect it," Spencer replied.

Clio giggled and made a mental to note to add the fact that he was full of surprises to the list of things she liked about him.

Spencer reached out and took Clio's hand and kissed it.

"Goodnight, Clio," he said.

"Goodnight, Spencer," she replied, to contain all of her excitement inside of her chest even though it felt like she might explode.

Spencer released her and then stalked off toward the elevator, giving Clio one last wave before he disappeared inside of it.

Clio stepped into her room and closed the door. She giggled excitedly in spite of herself. She was very excited about her perspective date with Spencer.

Just as she was fantasizing over what exactly she might do on her date with Spencer, her phone started buzzing in her pocket.

She quickly fished it out and answered it.

"Hello?"

"So, what's the weather in New York like?" Elsa asked.

"Oh, you know, hot, muggy, humid. Completely uncomfortable," Clio joked.

"Don't tease me. I have to know what I need to bring," Elsa said.

"Are you coming soon then?" Clio asked.

"Not soon enough I'm afraid. Hopefully you can do without me for a few more days," Elsa said dramatically.

"I'll try but I think I may waste away before then," Clio said. "I feel myself getting faint with anticipation already. Oh, woe is me."

Elsa laughed. "So have your heard from your boyfriend yet?"

Clio scoffed. "I have no boyfriend."

"Ah, I see how it is then," Elsa said. She let out a long sigh. "What a shame. Are you doing alright?"

"Actually, Elsa, I am fantastic. Better than fantastic," Clio said flopping down onto her bed.

"Really? Does this have anything to do with Guildenstern?" Elsa asked, intrigued.

"His name is Spencer," Clio laughed.

"Ah, so what about this Spencer has made you feel so fantastic?" Elsa asked.

"Well, he took me out and showed me around New York all day," she said. "It was great! We had breakfast at Grand Central Station and then we went to, like, every museum and Central Park and Time Square and we ate bagels and-."

"Oh, my God, Clio, slow down," Elsa said. "It sounds like the service at the hotel is amazing, or at least your Spencer is."

"He is pretty amazing—if you don't include that time he almost killed his sister. That was amazing, but in a terrifying sort of way," Clio said.

"Wait, what do you mean he almost killed his sister?" Elsa asked.

"Nothing, ignore that I said that," Clio said.

"Uh. . . Okay," Elsa said. "So tell me about him."

"He's great. He opens doors and pulls out chairs. He rides a unicycle," Clio said.

"Do you have a thing for guys who ride unicycles?" Elsa giggled.

"No, it's just. . . He's funny. Everything he says is either really sweet or really funny," she said. "And after we hung out today he. . . He asked me out on a legit date."

"And I'll just bet you said yes didn't you?" Elsa asked.

"Of course I did," Clio said. "I promise you'll like him."

"Are you sure?" Elsa asked.

"Yes, Elsa. I promise," she said.

"Okay, we'll just have to see when I get there won't I?" she asked.

"And when will that be again?" Clio asked.

"Not soon enough," Elsa sighed. "Well, it's nearly two in the morning here so I'm going to try to get some sleep now."

"Okay. Goodnight, Elsa," Clio said.

"Goodnight, Clio."

Clio hung up the phone and laid back on her bed. It wasn't super late, but Clio was pretty wiped out from her day. But then her phone rang again. She answered it again.

"Hello?" Clio asked.

"Hey, Clio."

Clio immediately sat up in her bed.

"Aidan?" Clio asked.

"Well who else did you think it was?" Aidan asked.

"I don't know, perhaps someone who knows how call in a timely manner," Clio said.

"Oh, come on. You aren't angry are you?" Aidan asked.

"Of course I'm angry and I have every right to be angry. No call, no e-mail, no text, not even a freaking letter. And I called you and I'm sure Elsa called you but I never heard from you," Clio said.

"I've just been busy," he said.

Clio scoffed. "Busy doing what?"

"Just stuff," he said.

"Oh, yeah, stuff. That sounds totally believable," she said. "You know, I don't think I asked too much of you. It's not like I asked you to hire a sky writer to leave me message written in the sky. I just wanted to hear from you. For you to perhaps create the illusion that you cared about me. But I got nothing from you."

"Well I can't do anything about that, Clio. I'm sorry," he said.

"Yeah and I'm sorry too," she said.

"What's with the third degree?" he asked.

"Why didn't you try to reach me and why are you acting like it's okay that you didn't?" Clio asked.

"I don't know. All I can say is sorry," he said.

Clio rolled her eyes. "You know what, Aidan, don't call me again. That seems to be something you're quite skilled at."

Aidan groaned. "I think you're overreacting."

"Whatever, Aidan. I don't wanna be that girl who sits around and plays stupid for some guy that isn't going to call. I have a life to live," Clio said.

"Clio, I'm sorry. I forgot," he said.

"Well, I'm about to forget about you," she said. "Goodbye, Aidan."

Clio hung up, buried her face into a pillow, and screamed.

Why would he call now? Right when things were starting to actually look up for her, when she'd met a guy who acts and cooks and makes her laugh?

Clio picked up her phone one last time and called Elsa back.

"Clio, I told you I was going to bed," Elsa whined, clearly having already been asleep.

"I know," Clio said. "It's just. . . Aidan called."