Disclaimer: I do not own South of Nowhere or any of the characters of the show.
There was no doubt about it, something was seriously wrong with this girl. Glen stared at the girl quizzically for a moment before clearing his throat. Her hands pressed to the wall on either side of her head, the girl slowly turned to face him.
"Hey?" He said with a raised eyebrow.
"Hi…" The girl said hesitantly.
"What are-"
"I smell bacon." The girl blurted out, her voice rising slightly.
"What?"
"The walls, they smell of bacon." She said, her fingers drumming against the mentioned wall. Glen stared at the girl for a long moment, his eyes shifting from the girl's curious face to the wall and back. He wasn't quite sure how to respond to this. Part of him wanted to turn around, run downstairs and beg his mom to reconsider housing the strange girl, while another part of him wanted to dart to the girl's side and take a whiff of the "bacon wall" for his self.
"You know, I know mom said to get acquainted and all, but I'm sure there's got to be a better bonding activity." A teasing voice spoke from behind the two. Glen jerked his head forward, his nose banging against the wall. The two girls glanced at the boy then at each other.
"The walls smell like bacon." The girl stated.
"Do they?" Came the sarcastic reply, though she wore an amused grin.
"Dey really do, Spence." The boy spoke up, pressing his nose between pointer finger and thumb, making his speech somewhat distorted.
"Glen stop trying to speak and go get an ice pack." The girl waited for the boy to leave before continuing. "Do they really-"
"Yeah."
"Oh, I'm sorry. I'll clean the walls tomorrow-"
"I'll help. " The girl interpreted.
"No, you don't-"
"This will be my room, when better to start taking responsibility for it than now." The girl interrupted cheerfully.
Dinner wasn't quite the same, which was to be expected. It was a small dinner table, four chairs at each side. Glen sat at one end of the table, his back to the dining room door, Spencer to his left and their mother across from him at the other end of the table, their new housemate to his right.
"Ashley, where you go to school at?" Glen asked around a mouthful of food, his mumbled words breaking the awkward silence that had settled over the dinning room.
"Glen, chew." Their mother scolded.
"Beyond Bay academy." Ashley answered distractedly. The girl stared at Spencer curiously. Spencer had a hand lightly resting on the table the other was poised over her plate, fork mercilessly poking at the lasagna. Running her eyes up the girl's arm. The girl's blonde hair spilled over her shoulders in waves, the tips a dark brown. The way her head was tilted downward her bangs shaded her eyes. Eyes that were now staring back at hers, eyebrow raised.
"You there?" Glen asked, again, around a mouth full of food while jabbing a fork in the girl's direction.
"Glen." The woman scolded halfheartedly her eyes traveling from the pouting boy to the new housemate and to her daughter.
"… Did someone ask me something?" Ashley questioned.
With Glen's outburst of laughter, a chunk of hamburger falling from his mouth and back to his plate, his mother's eyes darting from Ashley to Glen and back, trying to decide rather to be more upset with the girl or her son and Spencer's face, a mix between amusement and annoyance, Ashley found a smile forming on her lips.
A/N: They may seem a bit out of character, but that's because I'd first started this as an original.