AN: This is a story very close to my heart. The characters are from South Of Nowhere, but the all meet under different circumstances and come from different backgrounds. If you know and love the characters, hopefully you will like this story. Please read and enjoy.
Memories Once Forgotton
Spencer sat aimlessly typing at her computer, waiting for inspiration to strike her. It was another Friday night that she spent coped up in her apartment, losing herself in her work and forgetting the emptiness in her life. Hitting the delete button furiously she sighs and sinks in her chair facing defeat, reaching over she picks up her glass of wine and walks over to her balcony. She looks out over the London Thames; she closes her eyes and lets the cool winter breeze wash over her. Immediately startled by a dog barking behind her, Spencer turns and smiles at her trusty Labrador Max, reaching down she begins to stroke him. The buzzing of the front door soon disrupted what was a quiet bonding time between pet and owner, frowning at the thought of who might be bothering Spencer on a Friday night she reluctantly walks over to the door. However in one swift movement Max trips Spencer and causes her to lose her footing, resulting in Spencer falling into her bookshelf and items smashing to the floor. Not amused by the situation Spencer kneels down to the floor and begins to pick up pieces of broken glass, out of the corner of her eye she notices a picture, delicately she picks up the photo and using her hand wipes away the broken glass from it. The picture shows a younger Spencer wrapped in the arms of a young brunette woman, a loving couple anyone would assume. Taking her time she stares at the photo and takes in every memory that comes washing over her.
FLASHBACK
Sitting in a classroom, thousands of miles from home. Spencer couldn't help but smile, she had finally made it to Film School here in sunny L.A. Looking around the class she looks at all the people gathered in one class from all around the world. Patiently waiting for the class to begin, the teacher begins to speak but is interrupted by the door to the room opening and a young brunette girl casually walks in. The brunette looks for a seat and finds one next to Spencer, Spencer turns to the girl and smiles, but turning her attention back to the teacher again.
"Welcome to Los Angeles Film School, here we will provide you the skills and equipment you need to begin making your own films. To start with I need you to break off into groups…"
"Do you want to go in a group with me?" Whispers the brunette next to Spencer, with a mischievous smile.
"Yea. That would be great." Spencer nervously replies.
"…So if you would like to partner up we can get started." Continues the teacher.
As everyone in the class begins to talk and get to know each other. Spencer nervously looks around till her attention is brought to the brunette next to her.
"Hi I'm Ashley." She says with a smile.
"I'm Spencer."
"Your from England. Well it's nice to meet you Spencer." Spencer laughs and smiles at Ashley, looking away every now and then to hide her blush.
END OF FLASHBACK
A trip down memory lane is soon disrupted by the constant buzzing of the door, gathering the glass together she puts it in the trash and still holds on to the photo. Walking over to the door Spencer takes a deep breath and prepares a smile for her unwelcome guest, behind the door is Glen, Spencer's annoying yet older brother holding up a bottle of wine and smiling from ear to ear. Immediately Glen notices Spencer holding onto a particular photo and proceeds to enter into the apartment.
"Glen. What are you doing here?" asks a confused Spencer.
"Can't I drop by and see my lovely sister every once in a while?"
"Yea. But what's with the wine?" Spencer looks on as Glen scatters around the kitchen looking for appropriate wine glasses and a bottle opener.
"It's Friday night, your home alone and by the looks of it you need this." Glen smiles genuinely while handing Spencer a glass. Spencer gestures a thank you.
Spencer and Glen sit on the couch for hours just talking and laughing, Spencer found that drinking the wine that Glen had brought made it more bearable listening to her brother, as he talked about the many aspects of his life that she found completely boring.
"So are you excited about your meeting in L.A?" smiled Glen.
"Yea. Really nervous though" Spencer nervously laughs.
"My sister, the famous screenwriter. Your have all those production companies begging for your screenplay." Laughs Glen, causing Spencer to playfully punch him in the arm.
"So I have to ask. What's with that photo you've been carrying around all night? The one of you and Ashley." Glen asks delicately.
"Oh this…I was sorting some stuff out. I didn't realize I had it with me." Laughing nervously, trying to avoid any more questions. Spencer quickly stands and walks over to the bookcase, placing the photo in its original place lingering a little longer than normal. Glen watches with concern and approaches his sister, placing a comforting arm on her shoulder.
"Are you going to try and see her when you're in L.A?"
"It's complicated." Replies Spencer, brushing past Glen and walking over to her desk, trying to cover up the emotions she's feeling.
"It's far from complicated." Laughs Glen. "You know where she lives, what's stopping you from seeing her again?" Demanding some kind of answer Glen stands in front of his sister.
"You don't get it. It's not that easy." Shouts Spencer, her emotions coming out as unwanted anger.
"Then tell me. Tell me why my sister for the last two years has spent every night alone, throwing herself into her work and never opening up her heart to anyone?" begging with his eyes for some kind of answer. Glen looks at his sister and watches as a stray tear falls down her cheek; leaning forward he places a delicate kiss on her forehead and proceeds to leave, calling after Max as he does.
The door slams shut and Spencer lets her tears fall, the silence and emptiness of her apartment are her only friends in this hour.
To Be Continued...