Hey guys. This is my very first fanfic and I still can't get the hand of it, so there's the explanation as of why my first chapter is so short. I'm still working on this lol.

Disclaimer: I do not own South of Nowhere.

Chapter 1 - Killer Beer-Pong Competition

"Come here, you asshole!" I yelled at my life-long best friend, Aiden. We met in kindergarten, and his first move was to get my head full of mud. A couple of years later, I learned that it was supposed to mean that he 'liked' me. Boys. But right now we weren't in kindergarten. We were 18 years old, not sure if I should call us teenagers or adults wannabes. Anyway, we were two 18 years old running down the street at 10 in the night, on a friday.

If you really must know why, that little bitch snatched my phone out of my hands and started running away with it, with full on intentions to send a lot of texts to different girls saying how much I 'liked' them, because apparently he thinks I should get laid. Maybe I do, maybe I don't. But I'm sure as hell I don't need to be embarrased like that.

I certainly will not.

"Ashee's getting laaaid man." he stretched the word in a mocking voice that made me wanna pull off his teeths one by one. Hey, can't blame me. I so wasn't in the mood for this. I love the guy, don't get me wrong, but he was getting on my nerves.

"Dude, I'm serious right now. You can't actually do this to me. I'm never talking to you again." I let out a groan as I run my fingers through my hair, sending it backwards, where it's supposed to be but it's not because of all the running. We had stopped that a few seconds ago. "C'mon, let's go back to the party and I promise I'll try to meet some girl there. Just please give me my phone back." He just stood there, his perfect hair slightly moving because of the wind. His green eyes sparkling mischievously. He looked like he was thinking really hard. He is very handsome, yes, but his brain can't be bigger than a peanut. Just when I was about to give up and head to the party by myself, he handed my phone to me. I felt relief wash all over my body because I seriously didn't want to be humilliated like he was about to make me.

"Look, Ash," He said before releasing a sigh. I knew what was coming. "I don't mean to be mean or to make fun of you or anything. I know I was being a pain in the ass but I just worry, you know? You've been pulling yourself away from everything lately and-" before he can continue, I cut him off. I cut him off because I can't stand here and listen to his speech about me running from everything out of the pain that the death of my father had left me. "Aid, I love you, I really do, and I love that you care about me, but I'm fine, okay? I don't feel like dating, that's all. I'm not saying I'm closing up to the idea, but I'm not exactly looking forward to it. Can we please just go back to the party? There was a killer beer-pong competition going on when you started running from me."
He chuckled a little and then turned serious again. "We can go Ash. But please have in mind that you're this beautiful-" I laughed hard. I couldn't help it.

He's so gay and he doesn't even like boys. Seriously though. Calling me hot or sexy would be more flattering, or, you know, manly for him.

"Stop thinking that I'm gay." he says while pulling a frustration face. I just laugh some more and he rolls his eyes but smiles a little. "Let's go buddy." I say as I pat him in the back.