Title: Parental Control
Disclaimer: Based on the T.V. show Parental Control on MTV/ South of Nowhere is property of Tom Lynch.
Rating: NC-17
Feedback: I'll love you forever.
Summary: Hmmm…The Carlin family + an MTV camera crew + 2 blind dates for Spencer in hopes of – her current…this ought to be interesting…
Chapter 9: Brother Knows Best
A/N: Ok, not so drama filled chapter just because I think we could all use a break from the drama. Thank you all so very much for your reviews, they make me smile :) ! On with the show! Oh, and ten points for whoever can guess which TV show Glen is referring to!
Glen and Clay shared a condo in the heart of LA and had made clear to their sister she was welcome any time day or night.
Both brothers had greeted her at the door in boxers and oversized T-shirts.
"Spencer? What are you doing here? Is everything alright?" Clay asked ushering the crying blond through the door.
"I need help."
"What seems to be the problem, Kiddo?" He asked as he blinked a few times to clear the sleep from his eyes.
"No, let me guess…Carmen/Ashley, Ashley/Carmen?" Glen asked knowingly.
"How did you…?"
"Dad called. He figured if you weren't at home you'd wind up here eventually." Glen explained.
"Who's Ashley?" Clay asked confused.
"You wanna tell him, or should I?" Glen motioned for Spencer to sit on the couch.
"Ashley Davies is quite possibly the only person who could make me leave Carmen."
"I love her already." Clay smiled.
"I think I could love her…I mean, I love Carmen there's no doubt about that, but…I think I could fall for Ashley." Spencer said ringing her hands nervously.
"Wait…as in fall in love with her?" Clay's expression changed to one of shock.
Spencer nodded.
"Well, then what the hell is the problem? Go get the girl!" Glen demanded.
"It's not that easy!" Spencer sighed.
"Why not?" Glen whined.
"Because…because of Carmen." Spencer whispered already knowing her brother's views on that subject.
"THAT WHORE?!?! Spencer!" Glen shouted.
"GLEN!" Clay warned sending a glare his brother's way.
"Spencer, if this Ashley girl makes you happy…no…ok, let's make this simple. Who makes you happier, Carmen or Ashley?" Clay turned his attention to his sister.
"Oh! I get it!" Glen said jumping up and rushing out of the room.
The blonde boy returned a few minutes later with a large bag of skittles and two bowls.
"Glen? What are you doing?" Clay asked as he watched Glen place the bowls side by side on the coffee table and tear open the bag of skittles.
"Making things simple." Glen smiled handing Clay the bag of skittles.
"Huh?" Clay skeptically took the bag looking from Glen over to an equally confused Spencer.
"I saw this on TV once." He explained.
"This bowl is Ashley…and this one is Carmen. The skittles represent good things or things you like or enjoy about them. Clay is Skittle Master because he'll accuse me of cheating. Let's begin. What do you like about Carmen.?" Glen spoke as he climbed over Spencer to sit on the other side of the couch.
"Um…her eyes, her smile, her hair, her spontaneity, her rebellious streak, her charming side…a lot of things." Spencer watched as Clay deposited one skittle in the "Carmen bowl" for each thing she listed.
"And Ashley?" Clay asked when he was done.
"Her eyes, her smile, her hair, her scent, her laugh, her touch, her lips, her kisses, her humor, her voice, her singing, her attitude… a lot of things." Spencer smiled a bit.
"Well, so far the score is Carmen 6 / Ashley 12." Glen said as he counted the skittles.
"This is ridiculous, Glen! I can't choose a relationship based off of skittles!" Spencer almost shouted.
"Why not?"
Spencer looked over at Clay in shock.
Clay was the sensible one; the one who she was sure would side with her on the ridiculousness of basing a major life altering decision on…skittles!
"Clay!? It's ridiculous! You're the sensible one; I thought you of all people would understand what I'm saying!"
"I am sensible…Love, on the other hand, is anything but sensible. It's insane and irrational and skittles don't lie!" Amazingly, Clay managed to say the last part with a straight face.
"Glen?" Spencer asked looking over at her brother who was busy playing with the skittles in the "Ashley bowl".
"Why don't you just listen to the skittles, Spence?" He smiled showing her the skittles he'd been playing with.
In the bowl was a small heart made of skittles.
A small smile appeared on her face as she looked at the bowl's contents.
