New Beginnings

Harmony

Harmony doesn't exist forever in life. It can't, really. To err is human, and every human errs. Life can more accurately be compared to an ocean. The calmness of the doldrums, the swell of the currents, the brutality of the waves. Everything is constantly in motion, moving from one state to the next. To stay in the beauty of a lull would be to stay stagnant, and that rarely produces anything worth meaning. No, life creates currents and waves to push you further, and farther than you had thought possible. It pushes you despite that hardship that it accompanies it. The buildup, the climb, the crescendo. But it breaks. And it brings you back to a peaceful lull. Always changing, moving, progressing. Not always harmonious, but nonetheless, always growing.

It sucks, too. Because people like harmony, and they don't like change.

While Luke was busy studying for midterms, Spencer was walking into the University's academic advisement office. He had gotten an email earlier in the week asking him to come down and discuss the course of his studies. He met with an older woman who went by Mrs. Merriweather, and she was greatly interested in him. A good trait to have, really, as someone in charge of his, and a hundred or so other kids' successes. Apparently several of his professors were more than impressed with the work he's been doing. Not only the quality of the work, but the speed at which he completed it as well. Plus, any google search could have told you all about the young genius and his academic prowess. And there were a few searches. They'd all come to the conclusion (Had they a meeting? Spencer wondered who was talking to whom, and when), and Mrs. Merriweather agreed, that Spencer should rev up his progress at WVU. Starting with early finals, and then registration to higher level courses pending results. But Spencer knew he'd ace them.

He sank his head into his hands, feeling once again that all too familiar feeling of being alone. Another school year surrounded by people who weren't his age. Once again, the young little genius. God, damnit.

"God damnit." Spencer mumbled under his breath.

The ball was already in motion. Here come the currents.

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Aside from his own deep-seated dread, Luke's opinion was the second factor that was causing Spencer grief.

Luke took it surprisingly well, to his immediate relief. At least that part was going to be okay.

"They're bumping me up a year." Spencer said with a scowl as he barged in Luke's dorm, guns 'ablazing.

"Who's doing what now?" Luke swiveled around in his chair where he was perched, one knee up to his chest, hair sticking out from every angle screaming Bed head! Comb your hair! He had been bent over his textbook since 5 that morning going over everything he'd shoveled into his brain in the past few weeks of the new semester.

"Academic advisement. The advised me, but not so subtly." Spencer stood near the bed, shaking. "They're bumping me up a year, Lu."

"Really?" Luke pried his eyes away from the book. His boyfriend was more flustered than he'd ever seen him before.

"Yeah! And, like, I don't even get a say! They just told me all the dates and times and classes like I'm some sort of fucking puppet that they can control."

Spencer had never cursed before. Not that Luke was aware of.

"Can they do that?" Luke was dumbfounded. He didn't focus too much on the rules and regulations of the college. I mean, who actually did?

"I don't know! I guess! Doesn't matter. They're doing it anyway!" The boy who had never cursed before, and never shown a modicum of anger suddenly sent Luke's rock collection flying. Crash. Right against the concrete dorm wall.