Cherry's Office

[Cherry Tyler]

There are pictures of herself (and a few of her ex-boyfriend) pinned on a cork board hanging above her office phone. She has a small couch and mini fridge across the room, and one of her walls is covered in Justin Bieber posters ("If they make you uncomfortable you can get the fuck out and get some guidance from someone else")

[Spencer Dixie]

Lunch. Lunch was good. Honestly, the best part of the entire day right there: Lunch. At least, that's how it was to Spencer Dixie. Don't get me wrong, the guy loved to sit and talk to hormonal teenagers about their problems for hours on end. Nothing made him happier. Nothing, except lunch.

It was about noon, which was admittedly a little late for Spencer to be eating. He was used to eating around eleven, because he tended to wake up at like four and eat breakfast pretty early. But he'd been talking to a student for quite a long while and his appointment had gone a bit over schedule. He didn't really mind, though, seeing as he knew because he stalked Cherry usually had lunch around now.

After grabbing his cooler (packed full with a salami sandwich, two cans of Red Bull, a water bottle and an entire, full sized back of flaming hot Cheetos), Spencer headed just down the little hallway towards Cherry's office. Luckily, Spencer's own office was only two rooms away. Which was convenient because he was about to die of hunger. He knocked lightly on the door with his free hand, listening for her to get up from her desk. But there was no noise. Shrugging, he didn't bother to knock again and opened the door. He was a bit confused when he didn't see her at her desk. ...Where was she? He turned his head all over the place for about five seconds before noticing her napping on the couch.

"Aw," he cooed playfully as he set down his cooler and squatted at her side. "Cheeeeerry," he whispered in an unnaturally creepy voice. He was never good at being cute. "Cheeeeeerry," he almost hissed it this time. Noticing that she hadn't moved, Spencer lifted a hand and poked her cheek with two fingers. "CHERRY," he grunted like an old man in a rather loud tone.

That probably wasn't the best idea.

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[Cherry Tyler]

Cherry loved her job, she really did! So what if she took naps all the time around campus when she should be working with some poor, defenseless, upset, hormonal teenage students? She totally rocked at it when she did, she deserved some down time to herself! Besides, she didn't choose out that comfy black couch for her office for those ratty kids to sit in, no! That was Cherry's napping couch, her second bed, kind of... considering she was used to sleeping on a couch at the time being at Mr. G's apartment. To think of it, she should've been working harder. She didn't get evicted from her apartment for nothing. She could use a raise.

Feeling something poking her face Cherry scrunched her eyebrows, shaking her head in her sleep, tiredly swatting at whatever was touching her and silently groaning, "Reh... go to Mr. Dixie's office, I'm... I'm busy..." she muttered, until she recognized Spencer's voice, her eyes fluttering open. She sort of just stared at him for a second, still half-asleep, before waking up a bit more, blinking as she sat up again, "Oh my god," she laughed at herself, "um, yeah, I totally don't send kids over to your office, I swear, why would I do that? I love doing my job, whaat?" She rested her feet on the ground and combed her fingers through her hair, sincerely hoping she didn't look like a total wreck right now.

"Ah, having lunch a little later in the day, I see," Cherry smirked slightly, "have you come to join me?" she wiggled her eyebrows, playfully.

[Spencer Dixie]

Spencer smiled when she finally sat up and began explaining her reply to who she had thought was a student. "That's okay. Just means I make more money. And make more depressed children smile. Which is always good," he said in a tone that was probably a little bit too sarcastic for the topic. Adding a smile, Spencer stood and grabbed his cooler again. "Why yes, yes I will be joining you. And you have no choice because I'm your elder and bitch, I do what I want," he said, changing his voice to that of a sassy girl near the end. He smiled again, this time a bit more sincere as he took a seat beside her. Setting the cooler in his lap, he clicked it open and made a sort of spaceship noise as he watched the lid slide back. He was such a child.

"Red Bull?" he offered as he reached into the cooler for the two cans that resided at the bottom under what had once been a block of ice but was now just a puddle. "Aw nuts," he hissed at the site of the water and began unpacking the rest of his lunch. He'd only wrapped his sandwich in cling wrap.. he hoped to god it hadn't seeped through. That had been one beautiful sandwich!

It took a moment, but Spencer had successfully rescued all of his lunch and placed it on his lap which was probably a bad idea.. seeing as his thighs were soaked. "Ha. Looks like I peed..." he whispered before running a hand back through his hair. He looked at her. "Whoa sorry that was weird."

"So what's for lunch for miss Tyler? Or did you send that to my office too?"

[Cherry Tyler]

Cherry gave out a half-laugh, "Well, I'm sure half of these kids might as well be depressed because of me," she crinkled her nose for a second, happily taking the Red Bull that Spencer had offered, "I am way too brutally honest -- but I mean, what do you expect? I'm not gonna let these kids run off trying to live a lie, ya' know? That's kind of how I ended up getting this job, anyhow," she shook her head, "had too high expectations, didn't make it too far," Cherry got up for a second to retrieve the enchilada she'd been keeping in her mini fridge, then put it in her microwave, pressing the buttons to heat it up before sitting back down next to Spencer, "anyway, I must be doing something right if I've managed to keep this job for so long."

She shook her head, taking a sip of the Red Bull before hearing the microwave beeping and getting up to get the enchilada again, getting out a plastic fork from one of her desk drawers, then sitting down again, and laughing at the wet spot on Spencer's pants, "Aww, it's okay," she placed a hand on his shoulder, fake-pouting, "it happens to every guy, really."

[Spencer Dixie]

"Well that smells delicious," Spencer said as Cherry removed the enchilada from the microwave. He pouted. "My mommy only packed me salami." When she sat back down and commented on his pants, he made a very childish smile. "Me more than most," he said in what most might have taken as a creepy tone.

"Y'know I think you're a very good counselor," Spencer said in what was an unusually normal voice. For someone that was constantly working on his dream of becoming a voice actor, this was probably a first. Well no, maybe not around Cherry. He had a tendency to try and be a bit more normal with her. Not too much more normal because that wouldn't be the real him. And Spencer was a strong believer in being true to himself. I guess that's why he made such a good counselor.

"Even if you do make the little kids cry." And there went the seriousness of the conversation.

[Cherry Tyler]

Cherry smiled at Spencer -- now, this is why they were so close as friends or coworkers, they were just a couple of young people stuck in some old peoples' bodies. Not that either of them were really old per say, but, what with hanging around all these teenagers all the time, you started to feel more so like an adult than you actually were.

"At least it leaves them running to you," Cherry laughed slightly, picking at her enchilada with her fork, looking down at it before placing some in her mouth, "the ones who stay with me are a tough bunch," she waved her fork at Spencer, "especially that Esme girl, you know her? Red hair, had a kid -- she's pregnant again, ya' know?" she shook her head, "I love that girl to death, but you know, these kids... they just," Cherry scrunched her eyebrows, "I have no idea what's going on with these new generations, they just start up everything younger, and younger..."

[Spencer Dixie]

Spencer nodded whens he asked about Esme. "Yea yea I get that Phelps kid in my office all the time. He talks about her like its his job," he said before she continued on. "I mean fuck, when I was seventeen I never dreamed of having a kid until I was like thirty. When I was seventeen.. you were weird if you got pregnant," he took a bit of his sandwich, "now its like.. socially normal," he said through the mouthful. "But I don't judge. Guess that's why I've got a desk with a name plaque."

A few more bites and his sandwich was gone. He'd also downed the Red Bull. And now he was just sitting, his hands on his knees, his eyes straight ahead, thinking. A mess of thoughts ranging from Esme to babies to potatoes to how wonderful Cherry smelled were rushing through his head. Slowly, he tilted his head towards Cherry. "God I feel old," he said with a faint smile and a snort.