Title: "Say It Aint What Just Happened."
Disclaimer: I own nothing, at all, one of the things I don't own is South of Nowhere (and everyone and everything affiliated with the show), Thomas Lynch owns it, as does The-N and all the actors that go to creating the characters, are we good?
Rating: PG, then again if enough people like the fic then it may change.
Pairing: Spencer and Ashley.
Summary: Nothing much really, I'm just going to go through all the scenes (with either Ashley or Spencer in) from Say It Aint So Spencer and What Just Happened and set them in the character's POV, the first few parts will be Spencer's pov and if people like it then the second parts - as in after the final scene from What Just Happened (in Spencer's pov) I'll go back to the first scene from Say It Aint So and write them from Ashley's pov, and if people still like it after that I might progress with the story leafing off from the end of the season. Did that even make sense?
Author's Note: I haven't written a thing in months so, I'm sorry if I'm a bit rusty, plus I'm aware it's not a fantastic idea for a fic, but bear with me.
Feedback: Leave it, don't leave it, I don't mind. However, it is nice and my ego definitely likes it.
Author's Note (2): I've never written a fic like this before, with the original dialogue being worked around the characters thoughts, plus this is the first fic I've written for South Of Nowhere.
"Maybe she's having an affair."
Ashley's crazy, my mother would never even consider adultery, I say "No way" and suppress a laugh at the idea of the virtuous Mrs. Carlin doing anything that could be deemed a "sin".
"Well, maybe she's planning one."
I shoot her a look, but she's not playing attention, instead she hands me her lip-gloss and talks about the cosmetic benefits of dating a girl. The lip-gloss tastes nice, and for a second I can't help wondering if that's what Ashley tastes of, sort of like tutti-frutti. She's keeping eye contact in the mirror as I reply, "I have so much to learn."
"Lucky you have me." Yeah, really lucky. "That looks really good on you." I can feel my stomach do a little flip, "Almost as good as it looks on me." I smile, same old Ashley.
"Aw now you have me wearing your shade, how convenient, just incase we end up in some, spontaneous lip-lock." I know that I'm only joking but part of me wants nothing more then to push her up against the basins we're in front of and, find out what it feels like to…
"Trust me, it wont be spontaneous." I grin at her reply, with every second I spend with her I can feel myself getting sucked deeper into the, lesbian-abyss. Smiling I follow her out of the toilets pushing my makeup bag into my school bag.
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"There's nothing wrong with me, but the word is there's something really wrong with you."
With the hell is he talking about? "You're weirding me out." I say and walk away, he follows though.
"Madison told me she head you and Ashley talking in the bathroom about kissing each other and underwear and all kinds of gay stuff. Is that true?" Does he even hear himself as he talks, "gay stuff", why can't Glen be more like Clay, or dad or anyone with a brain? Plus Madison told him, Madison told him, argh, I hate her but this, this is, damn she is really getting on my nerves.
"Before I answer that, I just want to say you suck. You should be defending me instead of judging me, I'm your sister, I get the benefit of the doubt over that gold-digging booty-call." Did I just say "gold-digging booty-call"?
"That's only relevant if it's not true, is it true?" Would he stop asking me that!
"What she heard could have been misinterpreted as that, but that doesn't mean that it's entirely true." Ashley, where are you when I need you?
"Spencer I can see it on your face, you have a thing for Ashley. You know she has a reputation of breaking in girls, you're just another notch on her headboard." Shut up, just shut up Glen, you have no idea what you're talking about. Plus it wasn't so long ago that he had a thing for Ashley. "I don't believe that." I say, I know Ashley and I know she'd never do that to me, don't I?
"That's what I've head from people who've known her a lot longer than you have. God if she turns you gay it's gona kill mum and dad." No one knows her, not like I do. Wait, what "turn's me gay"? He really doesn't listen to himself when he talks.
"First of all, you can't turn somebody gay and secondly you haven't heard any of this from me and you're ratting me out to mum and dad, thanks from the lesson in loyalty." I walk away from him feeling more conflicted than usual, damn Madison!
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"So what?"
"So what" she says, so what? No better pearls of wisdom then so what, can't she see how much this is messing me up? "Yeah maybe it's so what to you, you're used to being talked about, front page trash, I'm not." As soon as the word trash leaves my mouth I regret it.
"Ouch! Look, for the record I'm not used to being trashed." She's hiding it but I know that I've just hurt her, and I feel bad about it, but this is just too much to take. "Listen it's Madison, she hates me and of course she's gona use this to break us up."
What? Since when were we anything that could be broken up? "Break us up? We are not a couple Ashley! I don't know what we are, I just want to figure it out first, before everyone tries to crucify me." My eyes linger on her chest, looking directly at the cross design on her shirt. I already feel like I should be repenting for sins I haven't committed yet, that's not to say that I haven't thought about doing certain things considered "unholy".
"You know what, I'm just sorry this is so terrible for you. But what hurts even more is the fact that you don't want anyone to think it's true, even if it's a lie." And she's already out of the door, I wish she knew how much I wanted her, I don't want the life that goes with it though. I want to be with her, but I don't want my family to hate me, I don't want to hear little jibes and japes from Madison and her cheer bitches about why I'm sick, just for loving someone. I want Ashley, I want everything that comes with Ashley, I just don't want everything that comes with being with a girl. I don't want Ashley to be my sordid dirty little secret, I want to be with her and I want everyone to know how much I want to be with her, it's just too hard.
Why can't I have just fallen for Aiden or someone who I wouldn't be judged to be with?
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It's nice out here, the sun's in my face and the breeze is blowing my hair about, it's just nice, really gives you a chance to think, unfortunately all I can think of is Ashley and her storming out of my bedroom the day before, I wish I didn't feel this way.
"Hey." It's Aiden, I hear him before I see him.
"Hey." I reply with the same amount of exuberance in my voice as there was in his, I'm glad of the distraction from my own thoughts.
"Look at you." He's quiet for a moment and I can almost feel the clogs in his brain moving. "So, what's on the books for this weekend?"
Ashley had mentioned something about wanting me to meet her dad as he had a concert on Saturday in a near-by town, but as being around Ash was making me go crazy – and not crazy in the same way as not being 'round her – I thought it was best to stay away from her, "Nothing thrilling."
"You and Ashley don't have a wet'n'wild plan to conquer West Hollywood?"
"No." I wish we were back in the girls loo's talking about spontaneous lip-lockage, that's a weekend I'd enjoy, but too much has changed, and in such a short space of time. "Not yet; maybe I'm waiting for a better offer." Or just an offer, from a boy.
"Um, I don't know if it's a better offer, but my parents aren't using their tickets for the Hollywood Bowl this Saturday night." He sounds so nervous, I thought girls were meant to be the nervous ones. He shouldn't be nervous, it's not as if every time we've tried to hook up something has gone wrong. Maybe. "I thought maybe we could take a picnic, eat dinner at the park, sit under the stars and listen to some music. Chill. What do you think?" I think it sounds romantic, I think it sounds like the most romantic idea anyone has ever had involving me, and I think that is sad. But all I can think of is how that would be the perfect night, if it was with Ashley and not Aiden. But as it stands I'm being offered a nice night with a nice boy, so what choice do I have? "I think it sounds like a better offer, yeah I want to go." I smile at him and think of how happy it would make mum and dad and Glen and, everyone.
"Great, I'll uh, I'll call you later." And he's gone and I'm left on my own again, just me and my thoughts, my thoughts of Ashley and how much I don't want her finding out about my plans with Aiden.
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