An: I Do not in any way own South of Nowhere or any characters. Just wanted to say hello, this is my first fanfic to write in years, recently I've been feeling really blocked on my personal writing so decided to take up writing fanfics again for some fun. Hope you guys like it, thanks =].
Prologue
(Spencer's POV)
I watched trees fly past me with each passing second as my dad drove us, my family, down the long stretch of no-signal highway. Crammed into the backseat of a SUV with my brother whose fast asleep and his plentiful amounts of pillows and food items I sit with my face pressed deep against the window feeling the coolness of the glass surge throughout my body. The Carlin bunch are on our annual ski-trip for the Christmas holidays, two weeks of mountain air, no-signal, and me not being able to breath, merry Christmas kids!
Honestly, I'm not trying to be a spoil sport, being with my family is awesome, 90% of the time, I am a normal teenager who has to loathe their family just a little bit. Ski trips and me just don't get along honestly, I'm horrible at skiing, and do not even get me started on snowboarding, it always ends up snowing, a lot, which makes me miserable because I hate being cold, which also leads me to not being able to breathe because of sinuses. I try really hard to be a good sport over it, but up in the mountains just is not the place for me.
So, with three hours left out of nine hour journey, I play out awkward romances that could possible happen up in the mountains. I blame the Titanic movie, but ever since I started feeling attraction to people I had fantasies of people brave and exciting new people on vacations and that we would magically connect and fall in love, Jack and Rose style. But, so far in my eighteen years of living this has not happened.