𝐝 𝐢 𝐬 𝐚 𝐬 𝐭 𝐞 𝐫 ⟶ 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔

♥ 003 | EVERYBODY'S CHANGING ♥

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I try to stay awake and remember my name
But everybody's changing, and I don't feel the same

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BELLAMY HARTLINE
NOW
SEPTEMBER 2010

Above all else, Bellamy is just glad she'll be getting her car back at the end of the day.

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Despite their heart to heart the other night, things with Amelia are still feeling a bit precarious. Bellamy is becoming more obsolete as an assistant with every passing rehearsal, and whenever one of her friends called, Amelia's face clouds over.

So when she gets the 'I'm home' text from her mother in the middle of English class, she has to fight the urge to audibly rejoice.

Clearly, she still draws some attention.

"Play the Powerball without telling us, Bells?" Aria laughs, a rare detour from her general attentiveness in Mr. Fitz' class. They're supposed to be in group discussions about To Kill a Mockingbird, but derailed even before Bellamy's phone went off.

Bellamy pockets her phone and flips off her friend.

"Even better. I get my car back today," she says. "Is anyone free tonight? I just want to get milkshakes and drive around."

"You're about 50 years late on that trend," Hanna teases, earning a shove. "I wish I could, but I've got plans tonight."

Aria also has plans, leaving the night's festivities to Bellamy, Spencer, and Emily.

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When Amelia drops her off that afternoon, Bellamy can't keep the grin off her face when her car comes into view. She barely says a word to her girlfriend before taking off and hustling inside.

In place of a greeting, her mother calls from the kitchen, "Whose car was that in the Marins' driveway this morning?"

"No clue." Rounding the corner, Bellamy smells the eucalyptus candle—Cheyenne Hartline's stress candle. "Everything okay, mom?"

Her mother's head whips up, eyes strained with a fake smile on her face. "Of course, baby! How was your day?"

Bellamy remains unconvinced, but knows better than to push her when she looks like that. "Uh, it was fine. I think I might quit the studio, though."

"What? Why?" The fake smile drops, replaced with furrowed brows. "I thought you were really excited about it."

"Mom, I basically don't do anything anymore. I helped with choreo at first, but all of that is done now." Bellamy grabs a gatorade from the fridge. "I think that Tina overestimated the need for my position."

She's inching her way to her bedroom, when her mother crosses the kitchen and pulls her in for a hug. "You know I support whatever you choose, Bam, but—"

"You're acting weird, Mom." Bellamy pulls back. "And I really need to get a shower."

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"Why didn't I know that Lucky Leon's had milkshakes?" Emily asks as Bellamy pulls onto main street.

"It's basically all I ever got here as a kid. Today, they're on me," Bellamy says, lining up to parallel park. "Spence, can you grab the twenty from my glovebox?"

She agrees and starts digging through and pulling out papers. After a few seconds, she freezes. "Did you not find it—"

"I thought your mom had an apartment in Philly," Spencer says, brows pulled together as she stares down at something.