CALL MY NAME


A/N: I'm usually a lurker in the SoN section, since I've just recently got hooked and all…so I'm a newbie. But there's this thing about spashley that got you addicted to the point you start having daydreams about them just because you listen to a song in the middle of lessons. And the fact that you almost got hit by a car just because you were reading a fic about them while crossing the street.

Stupid, I know. But I surely can't help it.

Disclaimer: Not mine. If it did, I'd make an entire 10 seasons of SoN like they did with Friends…

Warning: um…possible OOC, sorry. First time SoN fic.

Synopsis: What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet –Romeo and Juliet (II,ii,1-2)


'What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet' - - that is my favorite quote of all quotes in all Shakespeare's works. Why, you ask? No, not because that is the only one that stuck in my brain. Trust me, I had read enough of his works during high school to last me a lifetime. Anyway - - that's because that one quote never fails to get me thinking hard. And, trust me, I'm not that type of person to loom over something that got me thinking on for days.

For all I have remembered, I have always regarded names as tags that mark people with. I mean, how can we not to? You can't just go around calling people with 'you', like 'hey, you over there! No, not you –you!' Aah…that even makes me confused just by thinking of it. So yeah, I guess that's why names exist in the first place.

Hmm? My name? It's Ash Davies. Nice, huh?

Okay, it's actually Ashley Davies, but people call me Ash.

My dad always tells me that there are reasons behind every name existed. Like maybe…Carpenter. That guy's ancestors might have chopped woods for a living a long time ago, don't take me wrong- I love that name. Heck, the Carpenters is one of my favorite bands.

Since my dad tells me that shit, I've grown to contemplating every name of the persons that have come and gone in my life to see if I can make anything out of the persons just by looking at their names. My old man also tells me that people's names can also come from that person's personality. You know, listening to my rock star old man speaking so much wise words makes me wonder if he's on crack or something…That's why I don't really take him seriously. He is usually spouting nonsense when he's drunk.

To any of you that hasn't noticed it, just by listening to people call out your name, you can determine how strong are their feelings toward you.

Christine, my so-called mother, always calls me with an added-pressure in it. And always in a seething voice when she does so. I, being not dumb and blessed with a brain, can clearly notice that she hates me with a passion.

Ah, such sweet, sweet mother I have. Notice the sarcasm?

But there's this one thing that makes me completely doubting the state my dad's in when he told me all of those above. Making me start to believe that they may be a reason given by all those I hold holy to my father, for him, to have named me who I am today.

For, in the first time in my whole 21 years of life…I have never ever relished in listening to someone call my name.

But not just any someone calling me.

Her.

And only her.

Spencer Carlin.

And I love calling her back in response.

This story goes a bit way back, so let's just rewind everything a little bit. Sit back and relax coz I'm not planning to stop talking anytime soon.


A/N:…how did it go? Please review. I want to know if everyone's okay with the Ashley I'm trying to portray.