Hello fellow writers and readers. This is my first fanfiction so I apologize in advance for any bad spelling, punctuation, and grammar errors. Also, I hope I can do justice to the couple that is SPASHLEY! Thanks in advance for everything. ~xoxo~
Chapter one: Hello L.A.
Spencer POV*
Well this isn't too bad, I mean sure I'll miss the quiet countryside but I mean come on I'm going to be living in freakin' L.A. Baby! Hell yes! Beaches galore and sunshine to spare plus shirtless boys! I think I just died and went to heaven. Don't get me wrong here, I was all kinds of sad when we left Ohio, but I gotta make the best of this. Hell, I trademarked being positive. My brother Glen on the other hand was Mr. grumpy pants about the move and the funny thing is ; he's older than me. Why couldn't he just be like Clay and I? That I'll never know.
We drove into downtown L.A. Right as the sun was setting, it was beautiful, even Glen couldn't find a negative thing to say about it. We'd been driving for a while now and I was starting to think my dad got us lost, so naturally I said something.
"Did you get us lost or something, Dad?"
"No." was my fathers brilliant reply
With me being me and all I sarcastically replied "Suuuuure we're not lost, you have NEVER gotten us lost, not ONCE."
By this point Glen and Clay were having trouble containing their laughter, as was I. Then my mom spoke up and over dramatically said:
"Spencer Carlin!"
I was like "What'd I say?"
That earned me more laughs from the guys and even my dad joined in, sufficiently silencing my mother.
"Spence, we're almost there it's just up the street, on the left." Dad said still chuckling slightly.
It was beyond beautiful, it was perfect, it was just so... Carlin-y.
"No way dad! Now I know you most deff got us lost, quit playing tricks on us and take us to where we'll really be living." Glen said sounding disappointed.
"I think Dad's serious, Glen." Clay piped up.
"I sure am kiddos!"
At that all three of us jumped out of the van and started running around in circles screaming nothing intelligible. We were just so happy, we could restart our lives, get settled in and hopefully not have to worry about moving again anytime soon. This was the start of the new chapter in our lives and I was hell bent on making my life here even more of a succssess story than back home in Ohio.
Ashley POV*
"Ugh, where the fuck are my goddamn motherfucking heels?" I ask no one. Oh there they are! Yes, epic win! I'm going out tonight, fuck what my mom told me. She's in Spain or England or some place across the ocean, hell I don't know. She'll never find out so why not? Right? Right. So where to go tonight and more importantly do I show up alone or bring one of my many "friends" with me. Eh, I think I'll call Adien up, he always wants to fuck afterward anyway.
So I pick up my cell and dial Adien's number.
Ring, ring, ring, ring
Oh my god answer you're damn phone Adien!
Ring, ri-
"Hello?"
"Well it's about damn time!"
"Nice to talk to you too, Ash."
"Ain't it always? But seriously I was wondering if you wanted to go to Sex with me?"
'Sex' was the hottest club in L.A. plus they never carded which was a good thing because Adien and I are both only 17. Everyone who is anyone goes to Sex therefor I have to be there. I may be only 17 but I'm also the daughter of thee Raife Davies, so you know, I keep appearances.
"Well..."
"Please, Ad?" He couldn't say no when I shortened his name like that. He'd always say yes.
"Awe, Ash, don't do that. Now you already know the answer."
See? Told ya!
"Pick me up in ten?"
"I'll do you one better, I'll be there in five"
"Thanks, Ad"
"You're more than welcome, Ashley"
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