Title: Just Tell Me What You Want
Rating: This chapter is probably PG for slight language.
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, minus Brock and Neil anyway. Those two are mine.
Feedback: Thanks to everyone who has been updating. I really appreciate it. I still really like reviews. They do actually inspire me to update. :)
Summary: This will be a Spencer/Ashley story. It will involve the other characters of South of Nowhere though too.
Author's Notes: I do actually apologize for not getting an update out for a little while. The remaining updates will, and should, come sooner. I promise. And, I'll say this now, no offense is meant toward anyone who is actually a cheerleader or who likes to wear flannel shirts sometimes. Cheerleading can be entertaining, and flannel shirts are warm. Just…for the purpose of this update, they aren't. Heh. Thanks. :) I hope you enjoy the new chapter.
The girls had found themselves leaving the bowling alley a few minutes later. Brock had watched them carefully, all the while, not even trying to bother to cover up his gawking problem. Neil had gone back to bowling with his buddies, and left his son to do his work. Both girls were glad when they got to the ice cream parlor. Yes, an actual ice cream parlor. Ashley also seemed to remember this place from sometime when she was little, but didn't feel open to sharing too many details of her parents on one night.
They walked into the building and immediately turned to look at menu posted above the overly perky cashier. Though, both gazes shifted when they spotted some very familiar looking females sitting at one of the tables. Cheerbreeders. Well, only four of them. Ashley rolled her eyes, and then almost on cue, Madison turned towards the two girls. She smirked. "Aw, look, it's our very own neighborhood lesbian couple."
Ashley moved forward a foot or so, and tilted her head at Madison. "Wandered out from hibernation already, Madison? That's too bad…You were better off under that rock."
Madison made a gesture towards Ashley as she was getting ready to attack her, but one of her cheerleader friends grabbed her in time. "What's the matter, Madison?" Ashley questioned as she walked towards the other girl and quickly pulled the cherry off the top of her sundae. "Afraid that I'll pop your cherry?" She asked as she popped it into her mouth and grimaced. "Imagine that. Sour. Just like you." Ashley smirked and swallowed the rest of the cherry.
Madison glared at the other girl. "Don't you have a gay straight alliance or something to go to?"
"That's on Tuesdays. Don't you have some brainwashing cheerleading convention to go to?" Ashley raised an eyebrow accusingly.
"Why? Jealous? Don't worry, cheerleading is a lesbian free sport here because we don't want anyone too happy when we have a pyramid and she's at the top. Do we, girls?" They all chorused in their agreement, minus Spencer and Ashley.
"Too bad you had one on your squad for a while," Spencer quickly quipped much to the surprise of everyone there.
"Oh wait, Spencer. They still do." Ashley was quick to follow the lead of her girlfriend.
Madison looked at her confused before huffing again, and crossing her arms. "What are you talking about?"
"You. I mean. Aiden liked me. I'm dating a girl. Aiden liked Spencer…" Ashley trailed off, waiting to see what Spencer thought fit to follow that with.
"I'm dating a girl." Spencer said and folded her arms across her chest looking at the other girls.
"That just leaves…Hm…Who else dated Aiden? Oh. You." Ashley feigned surprise as the other cheer breeders, er, cheerleaders, looked at Madison suspiciously for a moment.
"I'm not a lesbian. I'm dating her brother." Madison tried to reason with her squad even as she tried to think of a comeback to that accusation.
"And I pity him every minute for it." Spencer thought, but Ashley was the one who actually thought to make that statement.
"Yeah right. Losers…We better go, girls, before these two start pulling out their flannel shirts and make their wardrobes even worse." And then, in a huff, all four girls trounced out of the shop. The cashier looked at the two remaining girls in awe.
"It's on the house," she stated as they smiled happily and picked out ice cream cones. Ashley was busily licking her cone as she tried to drive. She had almost finished it. They girls had considered staying in the restaurant to eat, but after everything that had happened; they felt it best to leave. Plus, it was getting time to get Spencer home.
"Should you really eat and drive?" Spencer questioned. Ashley simply stuck the last bite of her cone in her mouth and tried to smile around it. "Real attractive, Ash. Real attractive." Spencer laughed at her girlfriend who smiled even more, again around the cone, before looking back to the rode. She swallowed, still smiling. They sat there in silence, listening to the radio, and the deviant in Ashley arose once more when she took Spencer's hand. Spencer opened her mouth because she considered saying something about Ashley driving safely with two hands. Ah, what the hell. Spencer simply squeezed her hand a little tighter and caused another one of those smiles of Ashley's. In fact, when they got to the Carlin household, both girls still brandished those silly grins of theirs.
"So…Spence. Um…I have to ask you something." Ashley, who was never at a loss for words, was shifting around in her seat uncomfortably.
"Hm?" Spencer simply asked, knowing that it was better to not interrupt the brunette's train of thought.
"Well, we've been hanging out a lot…"
"We are friends." Spencer couldn't help but add that in. Ashley rolled her eyes.
"You know what I mean…Just, the thing is…Um. Does this mean…Does this mean that we're girlfriends?" Wow. Ashley Davies wanted to settle down. The very Ashley that had had so many girlfriends in the past, well, not girlfriends, but lovers if you must call them something, that her mother simply remembered them as to what they stole. Not to mention several boyfriends. In fact, her mother didn't even know most of the girls. Of course, Spencer wasn't going to steal something, except for Ashley's heart. That was the thing that neither Ashley's mother nor Ashley ever imagined being stolen. The television? Sure, maybe. A car? If they were sneaky enough…Hell, maybe even the kitchen sink…Well, okay, maybe not unless they were a plumber…but still. Spencer finally let herself focus back on the fact that Ashley seemed to want to exclusively want Spencer. Ashley seemed mildly surprised of it herself.
"Are you asking me to be your girlfriend?" Spencer carefully asked, and Ashley bit her lip. That was a sure sign that she was nervous about asking. A slight nod. Then a vigorous one from the brunette. Yes, she wanted Spencer to be her actual girlfriend. She didn't want Spencer dating Kelly or Aiden. And she, well, she didn't want to bring home Tracy or Shelly or Carrie or Ann or Lorie or Kim or…anyone that wasn't Spencer.
"I," Spencer started to explain, and Paula chose that very moment to walk outside and try to look inside the car.
"Hi girls! Did you have fun?" She knocked on the window. Wow, that woman had bad timing. Both girls sat in the car still in shock of Paula interrupting them both. "Spencer?" She knocked on the window again. "Come on, honey. It's getting late." Spencer sighed and got out of the car. There was no way she could explain anything to Ashley right now. "Hey there Spencer," Paula continued to her daughter as she slipped an overly protective arm around her shoulders. "Good night, Ashley!" she tapped on the hood of the car seemingly glad to have her daughter back again. Spencer was dragged into the house looking hopeless, and trying not to look back at the car. She did. Inside the car, she noticed the sad eyes of Ashley looking back at her feeling even more hopeless than the blonde.