Disclaimer: I still do not own South of Nowhere or any of its characters.
Author's Note: Thanks to anyone who reviewed; I appreciate it. And yes, this is a Spashley story, I promise. Hopefully the flashbacks will prove to be entertaining, insightful, and not annoying :) The length of chapters will vary, but I just kinda wanted to get this next tidbit out to show some Spashley interaction. How Spashley met, etc. will be eventually explained too.
Bold and italicized words means that it is "the past" that Raife and Spencer are viewing.
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The weather outside was frightful, but the spirits of Raife Davies and Spencer Carlin felt no temperature change. Spencer wiped a few flakes of snow off of a window, her window, only to see herself sitting in her bedroom. They hadn't gone back very far in time, only a week or so. She was studying for her history final, and if she remembered correctly, that was about the time that…
"Spencer Carlin, 20 year old student at NYU, was found earlier today surrounded by textbooks. She has been declared legally insane, and is being held at…"
A tired Spencer looked up from her book only to frown at her roommate. "Ashley, stop that."
Ashley bounded across the room and settled down next to Spencer on her bed, effectively disturbing the piles of notes that the blonde had arranged accordingly. "Stop what?"
"Your detective voice."
Ashley grinned and poked Spencer's thigh for emphasis, "It's amazing."
"It's creepy and manly."
"You don't like manly?" Spencer glared at her friend. "Yeah, you wouldn't."
"Ash, I'm studying."
"You're dying." The brunette tapped on her friend's forehead. "Your brain has to be completely fried. Come hang out with me!"
"You need to study too."
Ashley sighed overdramatically and shoved some more papers out of the way. "Studious Spencer, can Fun Spencer come out to play?"
"Ash!" Spencer tried to be strong and be angry about her papers flying off of her bed, but Ashley was just too…Ashley. She was cute and bouncy at all the right times, meaning when Spencer badly needed a break.
"What?" The brunette grinned cheekily at her friend, knowing that she was winning her over, which pushed Spencer right back into grumpiness. She didn't like losing and easily admitting to Ashley that she wanted a break was losing.
"God, I think you're secretly six years old, not twenty-one."
"Maybe," and there was another grin from Ashley. "Will you come play now?" Grins from both parties but followed with a shake of the head from Spencer, "How about now?"
"Okay, officially kicking you out."
Ashley was willing to try anything to keep herself from being kicked out; being kicked out wasn't in the plans! "First, can I tell you something?"
Spencer shrugged nonchalantly and flipped the page in her textbook, "Sure."
"Nevermind," Ashley pouted.
She was cute when she pouted, but Spencer was not giving in, "Okay." Spencer was giving in, "What?"
"You're just going to let me not tell you?"
Spencer shrugged again, "You'll tell me when you're ready."
"That's so boring!" Ashley picked up one of the blonde's textbooks. Ew. She was glad she wasn't in anatomy, though studying could be fun if… "Okay, I'm ready."
"Okay."
Ashley waited until Spencer looked at her; she wanted her full attention for this one. "Aiden asked me out."
"Oh."
Ashley frowned and tried to get the other girl to look her in the eyes; suddenly she was seemingly content with looking away. "That wasn't the reaction I was looking for."
"You two have dated five times within the past month." Spencer rolled her eyes once Ashley still wasn't embellishing on her story. "Okay, tell me what kind of reaction you were looking for."
"Excitement?" Spencer's hands shot up to the sides of her face and she murmured a squeal of excitement. Ashley suggested, "Horror?" and Spencer grabbed at her own hair and opened her mouth to mime a scream.
Ashley threw her hands over her hand and laid down on the bed, "You're pathetic; I should just go tell Madison instead." Spencer swatted her with a pillow. "Finally! A reaction! Do I get more reactions if I date Madison? That glare is so a yes."
Spencer played with the fringe of her pillow before looking into the dark eyes of the girl beside her. Her voice was almost too quiet as she asked, "Do you want to date Aiden again?"
Spencer's face pulled away from the window before the Ashley in the past answered and before the Spencer in the past could say anything more. "Okay, Mr. Davies, I've seen this one already. Can I have a different one?"
"Call me Raife."
"Can I have a different one?"
Raife nodded toward the window, "You need to watch this one first."
Spencer pouted, "I don't wanna."
"And you call my daughter six?" He sighed and ran a hand against the top of his Mohawk. He sounded exasperated, even to Spencer's ears, and she wasn't listening. "You're missing what I want to show you, Spencer. I can't show you anything if you won't watch."
The blonde barely refrained from stamping her foot. She didn't want to throw a tantrum; Raife was right, she was not six. "I'm watching!"
"No, you aren't. You're complaining."
She offered, "I'm multitasking?"
"Fine," Raife stated calmly, "You missed the best part anyway." Spencer turned to look at the window, unsure as to what he was talking about, but Raife grabbed her hand again. "We'll come back," he promised as the snow started to slide out from underneath her and the world began to shake and blur once more.
