Thank you to all who reviewed the last chapter, usually I suck at updating, I thought I should warn you, but due to the reviews I got, that I wasn't expecting that many, I decided to update instead of revise for my A-Level Chemistry exam tomorrow. So yeah, please review, and if you put the story on alerts, thank you, but you know, it takes an extra ten seconds maybe to leave a review, so think about it but please read and enjoy the chapter.
P.S – I know in the show, Ashley is the singer, but can you really imagine Spencer as a bodyguard?? Lol
Disclaimer – I do not own South of Nowhere, the character or the song in the title or this chapter.
Chapter 2
Ashley Davies pulled up outside Spencer Carlin's house, or should she say mansion. Sure, Ashley herself had grown up in a pretty large house, but this one was something else, with a huge driveway, with a row of garages next to the house, Ashley climbed out of her 2009 Porsche and reached over and picked up a box of her stuff, deciding to leave the suitcases where they were for now, or at least until she had been shown her new room.
The vibration in her pocket alerted Ashley to the fact that she had a new text, she shifted the box onto her hip, and pulled the phone out of her pocket, looking at the screen, she gulped, and quickly deleted the message, wishing to God that this wasn't what she had to do, but knowing that she had to do this, if she valued her life.
Taking a deep breath, Ashley finally walked up to, and knocked on the front door. She could hear footsteps moving closer, and then she heard a loud bang, and a cry of "Oh shit", stifling a giggle, Ashley composed herself as Spencer opened the door and stepped back to allow Ashley in. Stepping through the thresh-hold, Ashley realised that there was no going back now, and she turned to face her new boss.
"You alright"? She asked,
"Um, yeah I'm fine thanks, I don't know what people insist on putting doors in awkward places, anybody could walk into one and hurt themselves" Spencer grinned, causing Ashley to giggle, now that she realised that Spencer was actually okay.
"I know, you should complain, or maybe get your money back"
"Not a bad idea Ashley, so, come on, I'll show you to your room" Spencer said, walking in front of Ashley and guided her up the stairs that were layed out in front of them. Once at the top of the stairs, Ashley saw a long hallway, with doors either side, she followed Spencer down it, and stopped behind Spencer, who had reached a door, and had pushed it open. Standing back, Spencer allowed Ashley to walk into the room.
It had a rich chocolate brown carpet, and three cream walls, one wall had chocolate brown and turquoise flowered wallpaper on it. There was a large double bed pushed up against one wall, and a huge window in the far wall. Opposite the bed was a large TV on the wall, and a bookcase next to it for books, not that Ashley had any with her, reading wasn't her thing. There was a door which led to an en-suite bathroom, and another that led to a closet in another wall. There was a desk underneath the window, which was opposite the door, and a small cabinet either side of the bed.
"Yeah, um, you can do whatever you want to the room if you don't like it or something, repaint it, graffiti it, I don't mind an awful lot, it's your room now" Spencer rambled,
"Spence, it's wonderful, really, and once I get my stuff in here, it will be perfect" Ashley grinned back at her boss, who was blushing,
"Okay, um, I'm going to go, I have to work on some new songs, I'll leave you to settle in" Spencer made to walk away, when she stopped and turned around to face Ashley once again, "Ashley, thank you, it really does make me feel much safer knowing you're here, I know that sounds cliché but it does"
"No worries Spence, it's my job" Ashley grinned, setting down her box on the bed, watching Spencer grin and then walk away, 'man, that girl could literally be the death of me' she thought, and she started unpacking her stuff.
A couple of hours later, and a few dozen trips to her car, Ashley had managed to unpack her stuff. He clothes were hanging up in the wardrobe/closet, her Macbook was on the desk. Her DVD's were on the bookcase, along with her albums and CD's. Her pictures were on the cabinets, and her phone was laying where she had thrown it on her bed.
Deciding that was enough for one afternoon, Ashley decided to go for a wander through the house, in search for her boss. She soon found her, she was singing a song Ashley had never heard before, and Ashley followed the singing, and pushed open the door to a room, which was full of instruments. Spencer was sitting at a piano, playing along, she didn't eve notice Ashley walk into the room, much less pick up the guitar and start playing along.
Ashley's father, Raife Davies, had taught her to play the guitar before she could walk, it was one of her most cherished memories of him. He had been killed in a road accident a few years back, and what Ashley wouldn't give to see him one more time. He was always away on tour, so she missed him, but would never deny him of something he loved more than life itself, or, dare she say it, her.
When he had died, Kyla Woods, her half sister had come out of the woodwork. At first Ashley had been angry at her father and taken all her anger out on her sister, but now, she loved Kyla and would do anything to protect her from harm or heartache.
Ashley returned her attention in the blonde in front of her, who had stopped playing and was now looking up at her expectantly,
"Oh, I'm sorry, but I heard you singing, and saw the guitar, I couldn't help myself" Ashley smiled shyly at the blonde who was now smiling at her,
"No worries, that was actually really good, do you mind if I steal your notes, I'm thinking of putting this on the next album, but I need the music to go with it"? Spencer asked, and upon Ashley nodding, she handed a piece of paper and a pencil to the brunette, who started scribbling down the notes she played. It was something else her father had taught her, well, picked up from him. She had a natural instinct when it came to music, the notes and words just flowed.
"So, how did you learn to play the guitar like that Ashley"? Spencer asked, noting how the brunette stopped writing for a second, and took a deep breath, before continuing her work,
"My dad, he was Raife Davies, he taught me when I was younger, that was before her died" Ashley swallowed; talking about her father was always a sore subject.
"Yes, I know, I'm sorry, he seemed like a good man" Spencer stated, of course she knew about Raife Davies' death, it had been four years ago, she had been 16 at the time, it was all over the news for weeks. Her father, Arthur, had said he was sorry for his children, and the rest of his family, and her mother, Paula, who was a doctor, a good one at that, had said how after a collision like that, there was no way he could have survived.
They carried on working for another few hours, Ashley helped to change lyrics or notes that didn't sound quite right, and Spencer wrote out music for the drums and bass. They were quite content with each other's company. Spencer was glad she had chosen Ashley to be her bodyguard. She wanted more than a bodyguard though, she wanted a friend. And Ashley was shaping up to be just the right person.
Finally, they finished, and Ashley picked up the guitar again, and Spencer turned to sit at the piano, and they started singing, Ashley occasionally joining in with Spencer, and they were quite happy.
I got your emails Mate, you're too late You'll have to cry me out Baby, you ain't all that When I found out The pic on your phone You'll have to cry me out Baby, you ain't all that Gonna have to cry me out Won't hurt a little bit Listen, I got the emails You'll have to cry me out Baby, you ain't all that You'll have to cry me out 'Cause baby, you ain't all that
You just don't get females
Now, do you?
What's in the heart
Is not in your head
Anyway
And you weren't worth the wait
Now, were you?
It's out of my hands
Since you blew your last chance
When you played me
You'll have to cry me out
The tears that'll fall
Mean nothing at all
It's time to get over yourself
Maybe, there's no way back
You can keep talking
But, baby, I'm walking away
How you messed me about
I was broken
Back then I believed you
Now, I don't need you
No more
Proves you weren't alone
She was with you, yeah
Now, I couldn't care
About who, what or where
We're through
You'll have to cry me out
The tears that'll fall
Mean nothing at all
It's time to get over yourself
Maybe, there's no way back
You can keep talking
But, baby, I'm walking away
Gonna have to cry me out
Boy, there ain't no doubt
Gonna have to cry me out
Boy, better get used to it
You can keep talking
But, baby, I'm walking away
I got the text
The answer's still the same
It's the way it is
I got to go
You'll have to cry me out
The tears that'll fall
Mean nothing at all
It's time to get over yourself
Maybe, there's no way back
You can keep talking
But, baby, I'm walking away
You'll have to cry me out
The tears that'll fall
Mean nothing at all
It's time to get over yourself
Maybe, there's no way back
You can keep talking
But, baby, I'm walking away
That's chapter 2. I hope you enjoyed it, the song was Cry Me Out – Pixie Lott, as I can just imagine Spencer singing it. Please review. Remember reviews equal faster updates :D