Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters nor I own South of Nowhere. They belong to Tom Lynch, and The N. If I Did own them, do you honestly think it would have been canceled?! HELL NO!
Summary: AU, Spencer is a 23 year old, Sound Engineer, who is just searching to find a perfect frame for her life. (WOW ! I SUCK at summaries!) Just Read and Review if you like !
This is my very first attempt, and since English is not my very first language, I apologize for any grammar or context errors!!
Frames
Chapter 1- Hammering in My Head
Ever since I was little, there was something in me, something kept deep within me that told me that I was different from other girls my age. Growing up with two older brothers, I was a bit of a tomboy, usually kicking their butts in, well, basically every sport. Glen, my idiotic brother, and Clay, my sweet brother, wound up not wanting to play with me, after 10 goals, 4 homeruns, 20 points in basketball… Ok, I'm drifting away, basically little Spencer Carlin, was a tomboy, I used to wear my hair short, prefer jeans instead of dresses, GI Joes instead of Barbies, I always thought that Ken was gay, and that he hooked up with Barbie, because of her money, or vice versa. My dad used to say "Do you know, why 'Divorced Barbie is so expensive?'" I always thought 'DIVORCED BARBIE, WTF?! I MEAN CAN THEY SELL A DOLL LIKE THAT?'… But I always went along with Dad, and just rolled my eyes and said "No, Dad, Why?" and he would say "Oh, well you see Spence, because divorced Barbie, comes along with Ken's house, Ken's car, Ken's yacht…etc…" and Dad would burst out laughing, I mean, I never even got that joke, I haven't got it now. Oh well, what can I say, he's a social worker, and I really admire him. My mom is a Doctor, Dr. Paula Carlin, she's a great doctor, and a great mom, a little bit close minded in my opinion, but she's always been a supportive, caring mom. As a family we are pretty close, and I had a pretty good childhood, but still there was something there that I couldn't quite figure out just yet.
We lived in Ohio until I was 16, until one day my parents decided to pack me and my brothers, and head to Los Angeles, quick is an understatement, we only had two days to say goodbye to everybody before we moved, it was sad, but at the same time, Los Angeles, represented a possibility to learn about myself, and of course a challenge, which I never was a sucker for challenges, quite the contrary I love them. The move was hectic, and four days later my brothers and I were going to our very first day in High School. Still the weird feeling nagging at the back of my head, and my heart something was off with me, but me, being as strong minded as I am, was determined to figure it out.
To cut a long story short, all through High School I dated this cute guy named Mario, he was sweet and caring and always treated me with such respect and love. My family loved him, and I think I loved him, of course being a teenage girl I kept waiting for the intensity of the so called 'first love' but it never came, Mario was comfortable and a nice guy, and smart. I lost my virginity to him, and, well it wasn't what I expected, but I thought, well I guess this is it; this is sex, I still wonder what the fuss is about sex.
When we graduated high school, we both went to college to study engineering; he went to MIT, being the hot shot he is. And me I fortunately got into USC, and majored in sound engineering, much to my mom's complains she wanted me to follow her footsteps in becoming a doctor, since my brother Clay is a stockbroker, Glen is, well, a sports recruiter, I don't even know if that's the correct word, but that's how he always refers to his job, to be honest I don't even know.
So I am a sound engineer, 23 years old, recently graduated, and work at a recording company called Arcadia Records. I love my job; it allows me to set things for artists, of course meeting the artists is a plus, a very good one I must say, but I love being able to set things up for live music, that is my passion. So where was I? Right! Mario, well we are still together, and he's now asking me to move in with him, he's 27 years old, and thinking of settling down and what not. And I'm happy; I mean I should be happy, right?
Right Spencer, really happy writing in your computer at ungodly hours, having drank a bottle of wine alone, and with Garbage playing softly in the background? Have I mentioned I love Garbage? Shirley Manson, is probably the sexiest woman alive, oh, here I go, drunken ramble of a lonely woman, reminiscing about her life, happiness, and about women… Why do I always go back to the same subject? I turn to my bedside table where there's a picture of Mario and me, taken on graduation day, on a perfect frame, I can't help but to think; Is that the frame I'd like to live in? Mi dog Nico enters my room and shakes me from my thoughts.
I have a meeting with some young hot shot artist tomorrow at 9am, but judging by her rock star status, I'm thinking she'll probably be around noonish. Thank God for rock stars and their lifestyles, and from what I've heard and read in magazines, this, what's her name, Ashley Davies, is living up to the title of 'rock's badass princess'.
I look at the time in my laptop and its 4:49 am, 'Fck' I rub my eyes tiredly close my laptop, crawl into my bed, and switch the lamp off. I roll over to my side still unable to sleep. My iPod switches songs, and I hear a song I haven't heard before, and I remember, that Aiden, my boss, uploaded Ashley Davies's songs into my iPod, I close my eyes and listen contently, the sound of her voice finally lulling me to sleep.
And I dream about frames, perfect frames that in dreams represent everything that my reality lacks. Frames that remind me that I still haven't found what I'm looking for. And frames, of badass rock stars singing me to sleep.
So? What do you think? Review?! Please? Por favor? おねがいします？S'il vous plait?