Hola guys! *waves like a maniac*
I'm here to present you a new story and hope you wont hate it :) I apologize in advance, English is not my first language and even though a friend of mine keeps an eye on what I'm producing here, I cant guarantee an error-free adventure. Feel free to drop me a message and tell me if I suck and shouldn't write words again...or if you like it because that'd be just amazing.
I'm open for criticism, I think every artist needs to grow and without being able to accept criticism you stay placed where you are, not moving at all.
I've written a few stories for Skins but somehow I missed Spashley and thought I'd give them my touch.
Don't know if the Fandom's still alive, but if one person would actually read and enjoy it I'll be happy.
Rated – M because I curse and I'll let them curse, have fun (xxx) and be young
South of nowhere is not mine, I'm borrowing the characters and suing would be dumb, don't own worthy stuff and I don't think anyone wants my mobile, laptop or bed. Sooooo
have fun and tell me what you think
iwysashes
xxx
They sat in silence and watched the sky changing colors as the sun started rising. Spencer's temple was kissed and the blond closed her eyes, hating herself for letting this wonderful woman go. "Happy birthday Spency."
She was tired. She was always tired. It felt like she hadn't slept a night without waking up every hour since she was twelve. Maybe because she couldn't remember how it felt, sleeping, dreaming, waking up relaxed and fresh.
Her tired, dark circled eyes looked lazily to the clock hanging above her bedroom door.
5.30am and she sighed, because she knew she could close her eyes again, open them an hour later again only to repeat it until it was noon or she could take a hot shower.
First things first, she thought as she grabbed the cigarette pack off her floor and sighed, enjoying the first drag like she hadn't had a smoke every hour when her eyes shot open. Blindly reaching around the bed she finally found her cell and wiped her finger across the dirty display to discover that she had been stalked. Again.
Twelve missed calls. Four texts. Seven voice mails. An email. Multiple 'whatsapp' texts and just as she wanted to put the device away it started blinking, showing a grinning face. 5.30am, she thought and shook her head when she sat up and leaned against the wall by her bed, pulling the covers over her naked body. "Cant you let me sleep in peace?" She whispered and was met by chuckling, darkening her mood instantly.
"I don't think one hour counts as peaceful sleeping, baby." And she rubbed her tired eyes, praying this conversation wouldn't take long, another hour of sleep sounded like heaven at the moment. "What? Are you still sulking?"
She shook her head with a frown, flipping her storm lighter, her zippo, shut and open. "I'm not sulking Ashley. I told you a thousand times I'm not interested and yet I find your name everywhere on my fucking phone when I wake up because you're high as a kite again. It's getting old and I'm annoyed, not sulking."
And hearing the careless, hoarse chuckling made her roll her eyes. "C'mon Spency, I know you don't mean that, had a few great nights, didn't we? Anyways, we're having a party and you really should move your amazing ass here. I'll pick you up." She looked up at her ceiling and hoped she had enough patience not to kill the girl if she actually decided to knock on her door. "I hope you're not serious. Look Ash, this is getting really pathetic" But Ashley didn't let her finish, she had hung up and was already knocking on her door, making Spencer suspect that she had been looking at her window and knew when she turned the light on.
Spencer groaned, throwing her phone on the bed before she grabbed a hoodie and made her way towards the door. She thought about quickly brushing her hair, decided against it in hope of Ashley thinking of her bed-hair as a turn off. She slowly opened the heavy wooden door and leaned against the door frame, blankly staring at the grinning face of her stalker.
"Good morning princess, love the hair." The young woman smirked reaching out and running her fingers through dark blond knotted locks. Spencer swatted her hand away, glaring. "All right, all right. Relax, it's not like I'm here to jump you, jeez."
With crossed arms Spencer demanded to know what the impromptu visit was for. "Awe, couldn't live another day without seeing your beautiful face." She shook her head, asking herself how this girl could have such an huge ego, everyone would have accepted defeat by now.
"We've been over this Ashley. I am not interested. Why cant you just leave me alone?" And then brown eyes bored into hers, they were staring right into her soul and Spencer had to look away. She couldn't stand the intensity Ashley carried in her eyes when she looked at Spencer. She really looked at her.
The winning smile was gone, the charming tone was gone, the bigger than life personality gone and in front of her stood a gorgeous young woman with a tragic expression. "I just cant. I remember watching you when we were kids, teenagers, then finally having you for such a short time and now seeing you like this breaks my heart."
Spencer remembered Ashley from their childhood, a pretty curly haired tomboy always in trouble. She remembered Ashley's transition into a pom pom swinging Barbie.
She remembered moving into her apartment after returning to San Fransisco, she almost let her bags drop when she saw Ashley on her street.
She wouldn't have thought Ashley could ever return to San Fransisco after running off to Hollywood when she dropped out of school. And living in the same neighborhood? They grew up in Telegraph hill and Spencer decided she wanted, no, needed a change and rented a small apartment in North hill after saying goodbye to her New York adventure. Of course Ashley just had to live across the street, practically on top of her.
They had never been friends. They had never been enemies. They had been...nothing. Socializing with different people, and Ashley pretending to be a Barbie didn't help much to befriend each other. They knew each other by name, said hello at parties and never wasted another thought afterwards.
6 Months ago
"Oh my god, Spencer?" The blond had to look twice because she could have never guessed that this was Ashley Davies. She remembered her with straight, bleached blond hair and almost non existing cheerleader uniforms. This girl running across the street was certainly not that girl anymore. She had a natural beauty shining off her, gone was the bleached hair and pretty dark brown locks with red steaks hung over her shoulders. She wore a simple white tank top with ripped jeans, cut to the knees and beat up converse. Gone was the fake-everything and its place took a girl Spencer would have liked to know back then.
"Ashley! Oh my gosh you look amazing." The fake giggle was replaced by a throaty chuckle, making Spencer's knees go weak and she blushed when magnificent brown eyes ran shamelessly over her body.
"Not as amazing as you Spencer. Haven't seen you for what? Two years and you turn into a goddess. Of course you've always been a dream." Ashley gestured around. "You live here?" When Spencer finally recovered from her urge to throw Ashley against the next car and screw her brains out she nodded, sending the brunette a smile as she pointed at the house to her left. And she thought she might point at everything if it made Ashley light up like this.
"I live there! We're neighbors. Small world, huh?" Small world indeed, Spencer thought, her eyes never leaving the gorgeous woman in front of her. "I've got an appointment in a few minutes but we really need to catch up. How about it, you, me, a bottle of your favorite Tequila and we celebrate our reunion." It wasn't a question and that alone made Spencer laugh.
"We've never been united, ash. How can it be a reunion?" Her words spoken through a teasing smile and Ashley smirked, biting her lip as she took two steps towards Spencer until they had to share the same air.
"Oh, I'm planning to change that." A raised brow was Spencer answer but on the inside planes were crashing against her stomach. Whoever said that it's butterflies lied. "Are you now?" Her own voice lowered and was more a husk than anything else and if she had to go by Ashley's eyes, she'd say the girl was seriously turned on. Mission accomplished. "Uh, yeah. As soon as possible." And then her lips tastes cherries and she had no idea who had kissed the other but it didn't matter, the hottest girl around was pulling her closer by her neck and back.
San Fransisco might not be that bad after all, were the thoughts running through her mind as her own hands let go of the bags and found their favorite place in the world, Ashley Davies mane and back.
All too soon Ashley pulled back, yet she still leaned forward to place a soft kiss on Spencer's forehead before she took a few steps back, grinning like a fool. "Tonight Spency, me and you and Tequila are having an amazing night, so, if you gonna freak out do it now. Want you in a good mood later."
Spencer shook her head and pulled her bags off the ground, winking at Ashley. "I'll be in a exceptionally good mood, Ashley. And I really don't want to hear any excuses about a girlfriend, or boyfriend. Your single later, got it? Don't care how you do it."
And Ashley laugh followed her home.
now
Spencer sighed, looking to the window she realized that it was still dark outside. The sun would rise soon and she would bet her mousy income that it was reason for Ashley's visit. She felt a hand fall in hers and shook her head, but Ashley's big Bambi eyes were staring at her, pleading, and she couldn't do anything other than walk back inside and pull some shorts over her naked butt before joining Ash by the door again.
She didn't ask where they were going. Simply followed the drunk girl to the stairway and up to the roof. Ashley kicked the door a few times, slammed her fist against it but it wouldn't budge. The tired, kidnapped girl showed pity and pushed the pouting girl aside, shoving the door at the right spot and it fell open.
The brunette didn't waist any time grabbing Spencer hand again and pulled her on the roof to the little corner they hid a few blankets by a table. She arranged the blankets. Two of them were folded a couple of times and laid as a stripe on the ground by a wall for them to sit on. She wrapped herself in a thick purple blanket and opened her arms, waiting for Spencer to cuddle into her.
After sighing and shaking her head for the hundredth time since opening her eyes she finally moved over to Ashley and let herself be enveloped by the thick material and the softness of her warm body. The brunette conjured up her cigarettes out of thin air and handed Spencer a already lit one before lighting her own.
They sat in silence and watched the sky changing colors as the sun started rising. Spencer's temple was kissed and the blond closed her eyes, hating herself for letting this wonderful woman go. "Happy birthday Spency."
Spencer ignored the wetness on her own cheeks, she didn't want to acknowledge it because if she did ,she really finally needed do something about it. The pretty girl holding her didn't mention the tears, her gentle fingers stroked comfortingly along Spencer's arm and her lips found her head ever so often to place soft kisses everywhere they could reach while they watch the sunrise.