AN: I don't own South of Nowhere or any of it's characters. Warning: at times this story would range from T to M at different points. Enjoy

Chapter One

My sold out tour has come to a close and I'm getting drunk in some upscale New York nightclub. There is loud music, plenty of booze, and people are dancing all over one another. There is a girl passed out in one of the red booths and the lights are flashing green and blue all around the large dark room. I'm off to the left of the bar dancing to the beat of the music with some random blonde I've never met before. I have some blue mix drink, called the Mind Eraser, in my left hand, and I guess you could say that I'm having a fantastic night.

The girl I'm dancing with, I think her name is Alexa, slips her hands under my mid drift shirt and over my stomach as she leans in to kiss me. Her hands start to trail up further and her lips slide down to my neck. At this point I know where this is leading and even though I have had my fair share of bathroom hook ups, I'm trying to be a little more classy. The keyword being a little. So, instead of the bathroom, I call an Uber to take us to my suite since my driver was stuck in traffic. The whole ride there the blonde is kissing on my neck and teasing me by running her finger up and down my inner thighs. I'm sure the guy driving the SUV was getting quite a show.

By the time we reach the hotel, I'm practically running to the elevator to take me up to the penthouse. As the elevator doors close, I feel nothing but this girl's body on my own. Hands are roaming everywhere. I manage to swipe my key card to get the elevator moving. The doors open right into the suite and the rest is well…I don't really kiss and tell.

Shortly after my little rendezvous, the girl fell asleep and I slipped back into my clothes before heading down to the hotel bar. I was hungry and still way too sober for 1am. As I head through the lobby I get a few stares. I wonder if I should have fixed my make up a little more. Is that a little paranoid of me?

As I walk in another blonde catches my eye. There is something familiar about her demeanor. The way she is playing with her hair and talks with her hands. I study the girl for a moment, not paying attention to where I'm going. I nearly knock over some guy dressed in a business suit standing with his arm around a girl that looks like she could be his daughter. No judgy here.

The commotion causes the blonde girl to turn around and when I look back ours eyes meet. I would know those eyes anywhere, "Spencer?" I asked, sounding a tad more confused than I wanted to.

"Ashley?" She asks matching my tone. At least I wasn't the only confused person. Spencer lives in Los Angeles, where we both met in high school. Of all places, I never expected her to be in some hotel bar in New York, not to mention our very complicated relationship.

I walk over and give her one of the most awkward hugs I have ever given in my life. She looks amazing and I'm suddenly regretting my rendezvous decision I have been waiting for me upstairs.

Before I can get another word out, the girl sitting to the right of Spencer stands up and jumps in front of Spencer. "Oh my god!" strange girl practically screams, "Spencer! It's Ashley Davies!"

"I know hun," Spencer responds patting the girl on the shoulder.

My heart hurts as the word hun escapes her lips. Crazy girl turns back to Spencer possibly more confused than ever.

There is a small awkward pause before Spencer breaks it, "Sara, remember when I told you about my friend Ashley from high school?"

With her mouth hanging wide open, crazy girl, I mean Sara, shakes her head yes. I guess she couldn't gather in words because silence filled the space yet again.

My mind was still hung up on the whole hun comment. So many questions are running through my mind, but the only words that escape are, "What are you doing here?"

Spencer stares down at her hands for a moment, a nervous habit of hers, before she looks over at crazy girl then back over to me, "Well, Sarah had some presentations to give at a technology conference and since I've never been to New York, I decided to tag along."

My mind is traveling a mile a minute, I might be a tad more drunk then I originally thought because they aren't very coherent thoughts, before I could stop it my hand motions between the two of them, "And you two are?"

She wraps her arm around crazy's, "Sara is my fiancé."

I have to swallow a lump in my throat, "Ohhh…" I pause, "That's great! I couldn't be happier for you two!" That was way to spastic Ashley.

Spencer opens her mouth to say something, but before she can, I feel two arms wrap around my waist, "There you are", the owner of the arms says.

When I look back, I see the same blonde I thought would still be upstairs, "Oh hey… you." I respond.

I look over at Spencer, who is showing absolutely no emotion.

"Aren't you going to introduce me to your friends here," the blonde asks slipping her hand into mine.

I laugh uncomfortably, "Yeah," I snort, "Um, this is Spencer and Sara. Sara is here on business and they are actually engaged!"

"Aw aren't you both the cutest," the blonde says, reaching her hand out for a shake, "I'm Alexis."

"Yeah! This is Alexis," I say as if I knew it all along.

"Nice to meet you Alexis," Spencer says, shaking her hand, "Well, we have an early flight tomorrow, so we better get going. It was nice to see you again Ashley."

"You too," I say as I watch her walk away. I mentally kick myself for ever leaving LA four years ago. I was confused and had a music career that was starting off. I ran away from everything I really wanted and in the end lost the only thing that ever mattered.

AN: This is just a test run of a story i have been thinking about. Let me know what you think. I am sort of test driving this idea and gaging reactions. Reviews will motivate me to write more. Also, a lot more news to come if I continue! Thanks for reading