Title: Russian Roulette
Category: South of Nowhere
Pairing: Spashley, Spencer/Ashley
Rating: T (May be M in later chapters)
Author: I'm Burnin' Up For You Baby
Hi, I'm 'I'm Burnin' Up For You Baby' or Tara. I mainly write Demi/Selena fan fictions; or Peyton/Brooke from One Tree Hill. But I read a few South of Nowhere stories, and I loved the chemistry, so I watched a couple of clips on YouTube, and then I loved it, so I downloaded the seasons from iTunes. This is my first Spashley Fic, so please review and tell me to continue if you liked it, or to go and crawl under a rock and never write again if you don't. By the way, this story is based largely on the song Russian Roulette by Rihanna.
Disclaimer: I do not own South of Nowhere, or any of the character's, I'm merely borrowing them. I also do not own the song Russian Roulette by Rihanna.
Chapter 1
"No way" Spencer Carlin protested as the man left the room,
"Spence, you have to pick someone, we have seen over 53 applicants, one of them must be suitable", replied the lady in the black suit sitting next to her.
"Yeah, and every single one of them have drooled over my new top, lets face it Hilary, they only applied for this position because they are hoping to get a glimpse of my tits" Spencer argued, "Look, Hilary we shall have to do this some other time, I have an interview in TRL, and to be honest, I don't think I can take much more of this, and don't shake your head at me, I know you are feeling the same" Spencer's attempt to suppress a smile didn't work, and she let out a slight smirk as her manager rolled her eyes, and then grinned at the younger girl.
Just as Spencer was about to get up and gather her coat and bag, a girl about her age walked through the door. 'Talk about gorgeous' Spencer thought, the girl had dark brown hair with red bangs, a figure to die for, and alluring brown eyes.
Mind you, Spencer wasn't unattractive, quite the opposite. With naturally blonde hair and deep blue eyes, Spencer was one of the most lusted after women in the industry, which has ultimately almost cost her her life. This was why she was now interviewing for bodyguards. The label had insisted it was in her best interests to get her a live in bodyguard, which was why she was interviewing them herself, as she wanted someone she could trust to live with her, which, so far, had not been a successful task. Spencer usually enjoyed doing things herself, which is why she hadn't hired a housekeeper, call her crazy, but she enjoyed doing the more mundane tasks, such as house keeping and cleaning, it reminded her that she was still a normal person, that she was still herself. She was very down to Earth, and didn't have people around her that would rush to her every whim.
Spencer returned her attention to the girl in front of her; she was looking at Spencer intently, as if waiting for something,
"Oh, sorry" Spencer smiled awkwardly as she realised the girl had asked her a question,
"Don't worry, people tend to lose all train of thought when they see me, I won't hold it against you" the girl replied cockily, making Spencer blush profusely, but she had a manner about her that was fun and light-hearted, "I said, am I late for the interviews, you know, the bodyguards"?
"Um, no, you're right on time, we was about to leave" Spencer replied, taking the sheet of paper's that the girl held out to her, skimming over the page she took in the basics, Ashley Davies, 26 years old, born and raised in LA, graduated UCLA with honours, impressive.
"So, Ashley," she started as she handed the credentials to Hilary, "Sorry if I sound rude, but don't you seem a bit, small, and young to be a bodyguard"?
"Don't worry, I get that a lot, but I guess, I just wanted to make a difference, my father knew what it was like to have attempts made at your life, and his bodyguard looked after him, it sort of made me feel, I don't really know, it made me feel grateful, to have someone looking out for my dad like that, and I wanted to be able to make someone else's family feel like that"
"That makes sense" Spencer said, taking in Ashley, she was wearing a pair of black skinny jeans, a pair of black and white converses, a white T-Shirt, and a black leather jacket, her hair was pulled back into a ponytail, with a small quiff at the front, she was very attractive, and she seemed trustworthy, honest, and she had a good sense of humour, everything that Spencer was looking for.
"So, Ashley, if you want it, the jobs yours" Spencer cut in before Hilary had any chance to object,
"Really" Ashley exclaimed, "That's great"
"Just to warn you though Ashley," Hilary started, "it's a live in job, which means that if you live with a boyfriend or whatever, then it could make things difficult"
"Oh, me and my girlfriend just broke up actually" Ashley stated comfortably, as if she was completely at ease with the people around her,
"Oh, I'm sorry" Spencer jumped in, unaware why she had just said that,
"It's okay, we parted on good terms, but, yeah, um, do you want my cell phone number, so we can arrange the move and stuff, that's if you still want me" Ashley seemed shy all of a sudden as she got a pen and piece of paper from the pocket of her jeans,
"No, that's fine, I was hoping to make it sooner rather than later, but since I broke up with Damien, I haven't felt completely at ease at home, what with the attempted murder and all" Spencer blushed as she found herself relaying her deepest most inner thoughts and fears to this girl she had known for all of 5 minutes,
"OK, I'll hope to hear from you soon then" Ashley smiled, and as she left, Spencer felt the smile her manager was sending in her direction,
"What"?
"Nothing" Hilary grinned,
"No; what"? Spencer probed,
"It's just, girl, that time, it was you drooling" Hilary laughed getting up, gathering her paper, and walking towards the door, leaving a flustered and flabbergasted looking Spencer behind her,
"I was not"
Well, that's chapter one, hopefully this will develop as the story goes on, of you want me to continue that is, so please review and let me know what you think. And by the way, if anyone has a storyline like this, then I apologise, but I haven't read any.
Tara
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