Title: Just Tell Me What You Want

Rating: This chapter is probably PG-ish. There's slight language and slight sexual content.

Disclaimer: None of these characters are mine. I can't claim them. They are all property of the hard-working folks who are involved in the show South Of Nowhere. Well, now, I can claim Neil and Brock as mine, but that's it. Also, Madonna and Marilyn Monroe are both fine women, and this in no way disrespecting them or their work. Also, Angel is mentioned as from Buffy: The Vampire Slayer. (Another good show)

Feedback: It always gives me incentive to write.

Summary: This is a Spencer/Ashley story. It will involve the other characters of South of Nowhere though too.

Author's Notes: Thank you to everyone who continues to send me feedback. This is a nice chunk of their first actual date. It's just them having some fun and an interesting time while bowling.

Spencer and Ashley walked into Neil's and immediately noticed who Neil was. He had to be the teenaged guy at the counter who was looking really bored and polishing a bowling ball as the middle-aged man with thinning hair…Oh, okay. So, the older guy was Neil. The younger one had to be his son. Spencer and Ashley walked up to order their shoes, and immediately the younger son was paying attention to them instead of to his job.

The two girls were still holding hands as they requested shoes, and one lane. Luckily, there weren't too many people in there currently trying to bowl. There was a group of teenagers at one end of the bowling alley, and a guy and a girl playing each other in the very middle lane, plus a group of middle-aged guys who appeared to know Neil at Lane 3. In all, there were seven lanes. The girls were put in Lane 1.

Neil's son was still ogling them as they paid for the shoes and the lane. He really should look at that bowling ball sometime…Neil didn't pay too much attention to his son, and instead went to talk to his friends in Lane 3.

"Hey, I'm Brock." Ashley glanced at him. Of course, he would be a Brock. He had short black hair, and was wearing a green bowling shirt that you could tell he thought he looked cool in. He was adorned in what seemed to be expensive tennis shoes and jeans as well. He flickered a very whitened smile towards the two girls. "Do you need some help? Because, if you do, I'm the man for the job." After this, he flexed his right arm a little, every so, not so, subtly. Eww. Ashley did not want to be hit on by him. Plus, who taught him that pick-up line? Ashley decided that he had tried to make it up all by his lonesome, and that didn't work well for him. "So, who are you two?"

"I'm Madonna," Spencer interjected suddenly.

"Whoa, really?" Something made the girls think that maybe Brock had been entertaining himself earlier with a six-pack that his dad probably kept in the back for his friends when he got off work and bowled with them. "Are your parents really into music or something?"

"That's nothing. My sister's name is Marilyn Monroe. Completely different last name than my parents even…" Ashley tried her best not to snicker at Spencer's comments.

Brock was really enthused now. I mean, come on, her name is Madonna with a sister name Marilyn Monroe. She must be awesome. "Do you have a last name, like Madonna's?"

"Do you know Madonna's last name?" Brock paused for a second before shaking his head. "Me either. That's because neither one of us have one that we go by regularly." Spencer was amazingly keeping a straight face during this, as Ashley gawked at the conversation.

"You don't have a last name?" By now, Brock had moved back by the bowling ball and was leaning against it heavily.

"Nope. I'm just Madonna." Spencer deadpanned as Brock turned to look at the brunette again.

"What's your name then?"

"I'm Angel." Okay, maybe she had been watching Buffy: The Vampire Slayer a little bit too much lately, but it was all that she could come up with suddenly.

Brock liked the name, and you could tell, because he tried to lean across the counter, closer to the girls. "Wow, can I ask you something then?"

It was now Spencer's turn to try not to laugh. "Sure," Ashley stated, trying to look sincere.

"Did it hurt?" Ashley simply looked confused for a moment before Brock continued. "When you fell from heaven, I mean. Did it hurt?" He was grinning at the two girls who both looked stunned at his horrible pick-up line. Apparently, he thought it was a good one anyway. He nodded towards them, "So, what do you say if we go somewhere together. I'm sure my dad will let me off for a bit." Before either girl could respond, Brock leaned on the wrong part of the counter and tilted it a little bit, enough for the bowling ball to roll off of its cleaning rag and to fall directly onto his foot. "Oh, shit!" He yelled as everyone turned to look at him.

"Brock, what the hell are you doing? Leave the customers alone." Neil came racing back towards the counter and shooed his now-limping son away from the two girls. Spencer and Ashley carried their own bowling balls down to the alley.

"Madonna, huh?" Ashley burst out laughing as she walked out to bowl her first round.

"I thought it worked well, Angel." Spencer was already laughing at this point. Ashley was still laughing as she let go of the ball, but amazingly she still knocked seven pins over. "I thought you said that you were bad!"

"I said that I haven't gone bowling in a long time." Ashley stated as she went and bowled a spare with her second chance.

Spencer shook her head, as they bantered back and forth about Brock and his lame pick-up lines. The blonde walked up to bowl, and amazingly got a strike. "Oh yeah!" She turned and jumped around a little bit to something that resembled a victory dance.

"I thought you were bad!" Ashley gawked at all of the pins as they were replaced by new ones for her turn. Before the brunette stood up to bowl a second time though, the girls made a bet. Whoever lost, owed the other girl ice cream, for that seemed to be the food of choice at the moment.

After the betting was placed, Spencer remembered that she still had to point out that she wasn't always so good at bowling. "Okay…Well, I don't always get a strike. Just, sometimes." And, sometimes appeared to be only once, because after the first round, both girls began to get slowly worse and worse. In the final set of pins for each, the girls barely knocked over half of them.

Ashley bowled a 84, and Spencer a 90. "I told you that I would win!" Spencer did her version of a victory dance again, as she turned around to look at the scorecard. Ashley rolled her eyes. "You owe me something," Spencer mentioned casually as they started to take off their bowling shoes while still in the bowling lane.

"Ice cream?" Ashley offered sweetly, hoping it was something else.

"Well, yes, that too…but, I was thinking more along the lines of…" Suddenly, Ashley's lips were met with a very cute blonde's and Ashley didn't mind losing so much after all. Brock, who had just walked out from nursing his swollen foot, didn't seem to mind Ashley losing anymore either.