Okay, this is my second fanfic so far, and I think I'm improving. This story is based on the movie "Imagine Me & You", while the characters I've used are from South of Nowhere. Go Spashley! X3

I don't own the movie nor the TV-show, none of the characters, and as you may notice, I've taken some lines from the movie as well.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy and please review! If you've watched the movie, and have some favorite scenes you want me to add to the story, please send me a message and I'll consider it.

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Chapter 1: The Ways of Fairy Tales

(Ashley's POV)

"Okay, I need some flowers that say something like: "I'm sorry that I accidently ran over your golf equipment with the car, but you got what you deserved after spilling the god damned beer over my new purse AND dying all my clothes pink the last time you tried to wash them, including my favorite skirt!" The woman continued to babble about her obviously quite screwed up relationship with this guy I felt more and more sorry for with every passing minute. I sighed and glanced down at my watch, counting down every second to my long awaiting freedom.

The door bell rang furiously as someone stepped in, obviously in a rush. "Ashley, have you forgotten about something?" Kyla asked and looked at me, irritation written all over her face. I looked back at her, quite puzzled, before it dawned upon me. "Shit!" I said, finally stopping the crazy woman's ramble, and grabbed my keys. "Thought so," my friend said dryly, rolling her eyes slightly but still not being able to hide her smile. I have that effect on people. Luckily you could say, as I often forget about things and then have to make up for them afterwards. Just like now.

"Well, the ceremony starts in about half an hour, so you still have some time, and besides of that, most of it is already taken care of." Kyla was checking her list as she talked. "You should probably go meet the family and see if everything's okay, and help them with the last stuff if there is any need of doing so. You know the deal." I nodded. Of course I did, I'd been working here just as long as she had.

"I know, I know, I'll see you tomorrow Ky," I said and walked out to my car. "Oh, and don't forget to give me a call if you meet any hot guys there," she winked at me. I made a grimace which made her laugh, knowing that I had no interest in doing so what so ever. "I'll see you tomorrow," I repeated and took off, not having any more time to spare if I was going to reach it in time.

It was already quite crowded when I arrived and it seemed like even more people were coming with every passing minute, everyone elegantly clad in suits and dresses. I looked down on my own clothes, smiling slightly embarrassed as I noticed a stain that looked suspiciously like dirt. "Just like the stereotypical florist," I mumbled to myself and chuckled, looking around for some recognizable faces among the people around me.

"Looking for me, gorgeous?" I heard a man's voice behind me. Just like I thought. I had met the guy once in my life and he already pretended like we were destined to be together forever. Just like I suspect he does with every woman he meets, I smirked to myself, quickly regretting my action as he obviously thought I was smiling because of him.

"Whoa, does my sex appeal turn you on that much?" he said, grinning. "I guess we have time for a quick round in the back room before the ceremony starts. You see, as much as I'd like to spend more time with you, I've to do my duties as best man. Got to help Aiden lose his freedom, you know." He laughed, and I smiled once again. He could be a real pervert, but Glen, I think that's his name, came off as a good friend, that much I knew from last time when I'd met both him and the bridegroom.

"No thanks, Glen," I smiled sweetly at him and looked at his costume. "You know, that dress could really use a flower." I stood there, just watching his suit for a moment as I tried to decide which one to pick. "I think this one would be perfect," I grinned as I grabbed a cactus, shoving it to his face. "Whoa whoa, easy there! I get it, even I know what a cactus signifies!" he said and held his hands up, surrendering. I laughed and put the cactus back, finding a new flower and quickly made sure it looked good on his suit. "There you go, now will you show me where the others are?"

After checking all the flowers and giving a hand to the bride's mom with some of the other details, I could smile satisfied, knowing that everything was perfect. Everyone was sitting in the church, Glen standing next to Aiden, the soon to be husband, at the front. It seemed like Aiden's nerves were finally showing off, as he stood there, turning back every fifth second or so to see if his bride was coming anytime soon.

Just as I got up, ready to leave, all the others got to their feet and the music started to play, signifying that the bride had arrived. I quietly walked away, casting a last glance as I was ready to leave, and it was then it happened. The music which was playing really loud suddenly seemed so distant to me as I met a pair of piercing, ocean blue eyes. My breath caught in my throat and I could feel my body stiffen, making me stop dead in my tracks. However, just as quick as the moment had arrived, it vanished as she looked away, straightening her gaze and giving her dad's sleeve a slight tug as they took yet another step towards the front. I quickly took off towards my car, shaking off the weird feeling and finally letting out my breath.

Parties can be so different, some are fun but most suck. This one however, was quite fun actually. The music was blasting really loud, people were dancing (or at least trying, as in the bride's dad's case. I've to admit it looked more like he was trying to communicate with some monkeys though), and I myself felt slightly better about my appearance than I had an hour ago. At least I'd managed to sneak off to get some other clothes on, needless to say they were free from dirt. I danced my way towards the drinks, quickly rejecting Glen when he tried to make me dance with him, and suddenly found myself standing right in front of her, our eyes locked.

"Hi," she said, smiling sweetly at me. "Hi," I answered, coughing as I realized that I had barely whispered my answer and that she probably hadn't heard my reply. "Hi," I repeated, smiling back, "we haven't met. I'm Ashley." She stared at me for a brief moment before she answered. "Spencer." I licked my lips unconsciously as we continued to stare at each other. God, I could really need a drink now. "I did your flowers," I said instead, deciding to wait. "You did? My flowers are nice." She flashed me another one of her adorable smiles, looking like she really meant what she'd said.

"Well, anyway," I said and motioned to the bowl of punch behind her, "I was just going to get a…" she moved quickly and blocked my way, looking rather embarrassed, "drink." I finished and looked at her, confused. She looked back and smiled, laughing nervously and shook her head so that her golden like tresses which were slightly curled, danced over her slender shoulders.

"I wouldn't," she said. I furrowed my brow as I looked at her, trying to get a grip of the situation. "What, is there something wrong? I'm here to help," I grinned and bowed slightly, tipping my imaginary hat. She stared at me for a few seconds, obviously wondering whether to confide in me or not, before she sighed. "My ring," she said and turned around, staring at the big bowl of punch in front of us.

"I was getting some of this punch crap and…" she grabbed the ladle and made a circular movement. "Your wedding ring?" I said in disbelief, having a hard time not to crack up. Our gazes met as we stared down at the punch, both of us starting to chuckle at the absurd situation. "Off and in there. My wedding ring is in there," she grinned and stirred the punch. "And you tried the ladle?" I asked. "Nothing," she answered. "Hmm, and you can't empty.." I cut myself off, "no, it's too big." She nodded and laughed.

"Right," I said and started to roll off my sleeves, "only one thing to do then. Cover me."

"What?" She asked, confusion written all over her face. I put my hands on her shoulders and motioned for her to stand behind me. "Use the dress, I'm going in," I said, sounding like one of these agents you see on TV. She laughed as she stood there, trying to hide me with her dress, looking over her shoulder to see how I was doing. "You can't just…" I pulled my whole arm inside of the bowl, searching for the ring. "Oh, yes, really, you can…" She corrected herself and cleared her throat, trying to suppress the laughter.

I smirked as I continued my search, which frantically got more desperate as I heard her clear her throat once again and greet someone with a small voice. "Hello, chica," I heard a woman's voice greet back. I cast a quick glance over my shoulder before I returned my attention to the punch and the still missing ring. I wasn't usually one to judge people that quickly, but she looked rather bitchy to me. Let Spencer take care of her, I thought and clenched my teeth as I moved my hand. Where was the damn ring?

"So, how is it to finally be a married woman?" I heard the woman ask. Before Spencer even got the chance to answer, she added: "I don't think I could do that myself though, I like my freedom way too much!" She laughed coquettish. "I bet you do," I could hear Spencer whisper behind me, but the other woman didn't seem to have heard her.

I finally retired my hand back, the wedding ring triumphantly in my hand, and grabbed Spencer's hand while she was still distracting the other woman, placing it on her finger. And not a moment too early it seemed, as the woman decided to grab the ladle in just that moment.

"Hi!" I jumped from behind Spencer, grinning at the woman in front of me. Spencer couldn't help but grin as she introduced me to her. "This is Ashley, she's a florist." "Name's Madison," the Latina in front of me said and eyed me up and down before extracting her hand. "But you can call me anything you'd like," she said and winked at me. "And I'm sure I will," I answered and grabbed her hand, shaking it. I almost failed to suppress my laughter as I saw her sudden change of expression, quickly pulling back her hand and excusing herself.

The rest of the evening was rather uneventful compared to the happening before, but still, it was one of the better weddings I had attended, and trust me, there've been quite the few since I started my job years ago.

Just as I was about to go, Glen rose up from his seat, getting everyone's attention. "Ladies and gentlemen, I'd like to present to you," he paused briefly and looked down at his friend, "the great Aiden, who's now about to hold a speech for us! He's not sure he can do it, I know he can do it! Please welcome Aiden!" he shouted the last part and people applauded, waiting for Aiden to open his mouth. He, however, looked petrified as he stared at the people around him. Spencer quickly jumped up, grabbing his hand and leaning against him. After a moment of silence, she spoke up.

"Hi, everyone! I'm Aiden!" Some people laughed. "…and welcome to my wedding." Even more people laughed now. "And I'm really glad you're all here looking at me now, because," she paused and smiled, thinking for a moment, "because I wanted to tell you how much I love Spencer." Everyone was laughing now, including me. She definitely has a way with people, I thought as I watched her, standing in her white dress, looking gorgeous beyond belief. Okay, I so did not think that, did I? Anyway…

"What an amazing, fantastic, unique and beautiful person she is!" People laughed, and while they did, Spencer whispered something to Aiden. He shook his head and sat down quietly while she was still standing there. She smiled and blushed slightly before continuing. "Okay, so this is me now," she suddenly sounded more nervous as she got onto something more serious.

I then decided to leave, which I'd been meaning to some time now. As I made my way through the masses of people surrounding me, I could hear her voice. "I've been looking forward to this day all my life. And I'm glad to share it with so many people I love. I feel like I've known Aiden all my life, which I kind of have, but that's not the point," she chuckled, "and I believe I will know him for the rest of it. He's my best friend." She paused, and even though I was then outside, I could still hear her voice. "They say fairy tales have happy endings, even though the passage can be rough. But for us, it's been smooth all the way. Maybe that's a better kind of fairy tale…"

Maybe, I thought as I laid down, Spencer's words still occupying my head completely. "But who is to know if you haven't experienced the contrary?" I said and left out the lights, drifting into sleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.

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Okay, that's the first chapter. I hope you liked it, and now (you're not done yet 8D) you're going to review. As I mentioned earlier, if you have any favorite scenes you want me to use, send me a message, and I'll think about it.