<sup>School food really was the nastiest thing ever invented by mankind. Well, scratch that. School food was the second most disgusting creation ever invented. Topping the list was meat of any kind, minus the delicious chicken tenders that were shaped into an assortment of dinosaurs. But really now, those couldn’t honestly be called meat. Steak, ribs, hamburger, or anything of that sort on the other hand was an embarrassment to humans every where, and shouldn’t even exist. Not to mention that it was downright wrong to slaughter any animal just for human consumption. Now if it were a matter of life or death, then maybe Spense would have been a little more lenient on his belief. But living in the twenty first century meant there were plenty of other substitutions for meat, and therefore it was unnecessary to kill animals.

There was only one good thing that came out of the freezers that were hidden in the school, and that was the French fries. Simply orgasmic, or so Spenser thought. With just the right amount of salt coating the fried goodness, a miniature heaven was created. If it were possible to live off of such a fatty food, Spenser would have hands down converted his diet to the French fry-atarian. Of course, you couldn’t just live off of French fries. You needed protein, calcium, vitamins and who knows what else. So Spenser settled with eating the addictive food twice a week, or, whenever he felt like braving the ridiculously long line.

Today was one of those days that Spenser decided to waste two dollars on a basket of fries. And, even though the price was outrageous for the amount of food you actually received, Spenser hardly complained when he made it through the line in less than five minutes. Of course, now that he had made it through the line and was snacking on his food, he now faced the challenge of finding a place to sit. Everywhere he looked tables were filled to their capacity, and no one looked particularly friendly as the black haired male walked past. Ignoring the glares and whispers and gritting his teeth, Spenser made his way to the back of the cafeteria where he had spotted an empty table.

Only, when he arrived at his destination he found a student sitting in one of the chairs. He looked dazed and looking quite out of it, and Spenser could only imagine what the boy had been up to previously. Quirking a brow and pulling out one of the unoccupied chairs, Spenser placed his fries on the table in front of him and sat himself across from the boy. Glancing over at the boy, Spenser couldn’t help but grin at him. Now that he was closer to him, his former thoughts about how he had spent his time was confirmed.

Leaning back slightly in his chair, Spenser pushed the basket of fries across the table so it landed in front of the rather skinny boy. ”You should eat something. It helps.”</sup>

<sup>By nature, Spenser was a friendly and outgoing kid. He didn’t care what people looked like and he didn’t care if they were hated by everyone else in the school. If they were sitting alone at a lunch table in a room full of kids, he would make the effort to talk with them. Hell that was usually the times he was most likely to strike up a conversation. And this kid was no different. On the outside, he looked just like another scene or emo kid in this school and Spenser couldn’t help but laugh at that fact. People already got him and Steele mixed up enough as it was, despite the height difference. But now that a third black haired kidded had shown up, that only added to the confusion. However, it was always fun to see how many people they could confuse at once.

Watching with curiosity as the black haired male turned down his offer to dine on the fries; Spenser let his previous smile contort into a small frown. He stopped the food from falling off the edge of the table with one free hand, using his other to pluck one of the salty fried potatoes out of the bunch and pop it into his mouth. ”Suit yourself.” Spenser shrugged, done with trying to offer up his lunch to some stranger. If he wanted to be hungry the rest of the day who was Spenser to stop him?

There was a silence that followed, in which time Spenser had managed to chew on a few more of the school’s fries. Damn, those things were good. Nonetheless, fries could only keep his attention for so long. And when there continued to be no conversation between the two, Spenser was preparing himself to leave. Just as he was wiping stray particles of salt off of the table in front of him, the boy’s voice carried over to him once more and Spenser looked up. Pausing to watch as Chase tried to sneakily pull his sleeves down over his hands, Spenser raised one eyebrow up at him before offering his name in return. ”I’m Spenser. You can call me Spense or whatever else you can think of.” Spenser’s eyes wavered between the boys eyes and his fingertips which were mindlessly drumming against the table.</sup>