Summer Break

Disclaimer: I do not own South of Nowhere. I don't own anything according to state laws. Tom Lynch owns the world I love to watch. I did however make up the names and the circumstances that surrounds his characters.

Summery: Ashley is stuck home on summer break from college. Circumstances lead her to go on a double date with her twin brother. As she puts it the start of the summer from hell. Or is it?

Author Notes: I'm having writers' block on my other story. And this one came from a recurring dream I'm having. Insert SON characters and I've got a story. So, enjoy. REVIEWS welcome. Yes I am aware that South may not be coming back for a fourth season. Enough rumors are hitting sites to know. There is a website to help prevent this disaster from happening.

Standing on top of some hard top car in a neighborhood that I didn't know watching my trashed siblings run around the street, jump off other cars parked on the side of the street and push one another into the cars. For the first time in six years, all of us are home for the summer. Eight kids. After two kids my parents should have stopped but no having three sets of twins after that was in the plans. Think about it eight kids would have made any normal parents crazy. Not that my parents are sane or normal just not all up there if you know what I mean. Oddly enough, all of us look alike, same dark hair, caramel eyes, and dark skin.

My eldest sister Jaime is 25, who just graduated from Yale with her masters in chemistry. We're so proud, gag. Next came 24-year-old Captain Jason fresh from two-year deployment in Kuwait with the Air Force. Over achiever, I mean no I was right the first time. Mandy and Chris are currently at Brown getting their masters at 23. Mandy wants to be an English professor while Chris is going for Generic Engineer. Sadly Chris is another over achiever with Jason and Jaime. Mandy is the one that took my twin brother, Aiden and me to all the cool parties when she was home.

Aiden and I are currently at the University of North Carolina. At 21 Aiden's already being scouted for the NBA but he wants to finish his degree in sports medicine. While I am an artist. Photography, computer graphics, I can draw but not enough to try for that field. But advertising is what I'm going into. The babies of the group are Will the over achiever in his first year at Harvard for medicine and Kyla is undeclared at UNC with us. Both are 19 with not enough life experience except maybe Kyla she's apart of our little group at school who party for no other reason than the day ends in 'y'.

So, you might be thinking with eight kids in college my parents must be rich. Truth is we're poor, while poorer than poor. We're all at school on scholarships. Aiden's the only one that isn't on an academic scholarship.

Glancing around the deserted street sans my family, I jumped off the car I was standing on and landed right on Aiden's back. "Charge!" I ordered sending him to the ground in giggles. Rolling off him, I hear the sirens a couple of blocks away.

"COPS!" Mandy yells, causing all of us to start running through the street. Cutting through a couple of back yards, over fences, heading towards the woods that surrounds the neighborhood. Hearing the sirens get louder knowing they were on our tails. The woods were just up ahead when we all start digging harder to get there. I guess the cops had the same idea as us cause they pulled their cars right in our way.

"Stop!" A tall officer yelled, shining the large maglite into my eyes. "You're under arrest!"

"Fuck, dude! Lower the light." I yell, stopping just short of the patrol cars. Everyone following my lead waiting for them to cuff us. "What are the charges?"

"Sorry." Lowering the light he grabbed me and pushed me up against the car. "You're under arrest for public intoxication, trespassing, disturbing the peace and damage to public property." After that he cuffed me as four more cars entered the scene, taking us to a transport that was waiting. Guess they must've thought there was more than eight making all that noise. Reading us our rights, Will was screaming he didn't know us and didn't do it. Thank God, we've spent the last 19 years ignoring his whining. Too bad, he never shuts up. While he's whining and crying about his record, the rest of us were sing Jailhouse Rock. Just passing the time waiting for them to process us.

Here we are sitting in the cell joking around starting to sober up. I talked to the officers and they're dropping the charges if we do 64 hours of community service, eight hours each, it was the lowest they would go since no one was pressing any charges. The only part of the deal we couldn't get out of was having our parents pick us up. Sadly, Dad did not like this idea. Jason called him and he just screamed about how we've all screwed up our lives and his reputation. I was handed the phone within the first couple of minutes of the yelling. He wouldn't listen, finally I asked him to hand the phone to mom. Still screaming hearing Dad in the background Mom told me that she was on her way. That was about an hour ago, Will is still crying about his record. He's our father's child. Just won't listen to other people. Maybe we'll tell him about it have the community service.

Mom finally picked us up, telling me how proud she was of me. Seeing how I've saved all of our records. They all have no idea how much they could've lost with us being stupid. So I guess Mom was glad someone was thinking. And that I was taking some pre-law classes just saved everyone asses. Supposedly, I'm not the smart one. Just cause I drink myself stupid on a regular basis and still hold on to my scholarship with no problem don't mean anything. Right? Sorry rambling here. Just everyone thinks Mandy, Aiden, Kyla and I are stupid for the amount of alcohol we consume. But if you had four other siblings that are over achievers, you would drink too. At least we don't do drugs, which would completely fuck up our futures. Right? Okay I'm done ranting to myself. I think.

At 8 am, we all walked to the park for our community service. Hung over. All of us. And Will was still crying over his broken record. Could he just shut up? I've got a headache. Eight hours of cleaning the park did nothing for my hang over. Just made it worse. Aiden picked up some blonde who was doing community for school. He could pick up any one. Once he picked up some cross dresser at school. Boy was he surprised when they went to the bathroom. Let's just say he won't go with me to a bar on the other side of town.

Once we got home, I went straight to my room to play my PS2. I figured some racing might help with my hang over. I was wrong. Aiden followed me.

"Sis, I need to borrow your car tomorrow night." He's blocking my TV. I hate brothers.

"Over my dead body. Use your own." Throwing a pillow at him. This only made him plop on my bed. Still blocking the TV.

"Come on. Yours is so much nicer than mine." And he's correct on that point. I bought myself a 1969 Ford Mustang for graduation. Babysitting paid off nicely for me. Along with forty other side jobs over the years. He's got some Honda he bought for $50 dollars. That he doesn't even work on. I do. So I could say I own the car.

"Should've thought of that when you were playing basketball instead of workin'. And tutoring is not workin'." Giving up, I grab my headphones to listen to something other than him.

"Please." He whined, unplugging my headphones. I'm gonna be an only twin in two seconds.

"Ask Mom. Or better yet take yours." Reaching for the drawer in my nightstand. I think I got a knife in there. Killing him is doing the world a favor.

"She said no and Dad just glared. So please?" Whining is only making it worse.

"Why should I?" Damn can't find a knife. Maybe under the bed. Nope wouldn't keep it there. In my jacket. In the closet. Downstairs. Damn he lives. For now.

"She's got a sister. That's into girls." My interest is peaked. Oh yeah I'm gay. So, sue me.

"Age?" He likes 'em young. I like 'em experienced.

"21. So is that a yes?" He wins. I'm doing a double with my brother. The bane of my existence. What a bitch life is.

"FINE! Now get out." He bounds out of my room humming some stupid tune.

I'm Ashley Davies. And this is the summer of hell.