I know, I know, I know. It's been like a week and a half since I've updated.
I could blame it on the fact that I had midterms that I actually had to study for [stupid pre-calc], or I could blame it on the fact that I've been working like a beast, or that I went home to visit my mommy and go aparment shopping so that I have somewhere to live after this term is over, and then had to arrange all this stuff for said apartment [which I totally got :)], I could say my lack of sleep finally caught up, or I could say that I was way busy to summarize it all.
Truth is, all those things are true up ^^^ there, but basically life happens, and if you're a writer then you know that writing cannot be forced. I had a total major writers block, and couldn't find any inspiration. Hopefully that changes, and I'm currently making an outline for future chapters so I know where this is going, well kinda. lol.
If you have some story ideas, I'd love to hear them, then maybe they'll make an appearance in this little chicken scratch story.
Disclaimer: And if it's still surprising to you, like it is to me, no I do not own South of Nowhere, or Athlete, or, well pretty much anything. Just me, my laptop, my spiffy ass sunglasses, and as of yesterday my super spiffy hat. :)
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Two short weeks later, and a random phone call, and Ashley was on her way to the Carlin-Woods residence. The phone call she had received from Glen was short and cryptic, leaving her to assume that it was yet another call about Remy.
She had shrugged her jacket on and grabbed her keys before walking down to catch the bus. She could have any car she wanted, if she wanted, however she had opted for public transit after moving into her apartment. It wasn't that she didn't want to spend the money on a vehicle for her, but public transit had made her feel so human, much more so than she had felt in the previous months.
It was a quick walk to Kyla's and Glen's after getting off at the right stop, and the fact that Glen had been so cryptic had only shortened the walk more, leaving Ashley attempting to catch her breath once she arrived at the house. She had barely enough time to catch said breath before the door flew open revealing a disheveled Glen.
'Oh thank god you're here!' Glen said as he grabbed Ashley and through her into the house.
'God, I've got to stop smoking.' Ashley muttered as Glen pulled her further into the house towards the kitchen. 'Glen, stop. What is going on? Why did you insist on me getting here as fast as I could? Is it Remy again, cause I told Kyla that you guys were going to have to figure something out to calm her down witho-' Ashley was suddenly cut off by the scene playing out in front of her.
Spencer Carlin was attempting to cook, only proving further that it was not something the blonde could ever master. The kitchen had looked like a bag of flour had exploded on it, and Spencer was covered in sauce. However, the blonde was in her own world and had yet to realize that Ashley and Glen were watching her.
'Glen, what's going on?' Ashley asked completely confused.
'My parents called, they flew out here and are staying for the week and want to have a family dinner here tonight. Spencer went crazy, talking about dinner arrangements and guests, the next thing I know she's in my kitchen attempting to make dinner for everybody.' Glen explains frantically, with hand gestures and all.
'Why isn't Kyla cooking?'
'Spencer insisted on Kyla resting, something about being on her feet too much. I don't know. All I know is that I can't convince her to stop. She's in he own little world and I can't pull her out.' Glen said.
'So why am I here exactly?'
'You're here to stop her. Duh, why else would I call you?' Glen stated as if it was the most obvious answer ever.
'How am I supposed to do that Glen? If you and Kyla can't convince her, what makes you think that I can?' Ashley asked incredulously, this was turning out to be a waste of her time, even if it was highly amusing.
'Oh come on Ash, everybody knows she listens to you.' Glen said dramatically.
'Glen, we haven't talked in over a year, not seriously anyways, and things are still extremely tense between us, she's not gonna listen to me.' Ashley said sadly.
'Ashley, please, we've tried everything. I'm still trying to clean the house before my parents get here. Can't you just see if you can reason with her? I've tried everything.' Glen pleaded.
'You owe me, so much, you owe me so much.' Ashley said as she shook her head.
'Thank you, thank you, thank you. I'm going to go finish cleaning and then go shower before I go pick my parents up.' Glen said as he walked out of the room.
Ashley continued to watch Spencer as she clumsily maneuvered around the kitchen in her sad attempt at cooking a feast. She wasn't sure how long she had been staring, but she was snapped out of her dream-like state at the sound of glass breaking. Her eyes focused back onto Spencer holding her left hand tightly in her right, and broken glass all over the counter and floor.
'Ouch, fuck, crap, ouch ouch ouch.' Spencer hopped around attempting to alleviate the pain in her left hand.
Ashley rushed forward once her brain began to function.
'Let me see.' Ashley said as she tried to pull Spencer's hand into her own.
'Oh god, you scared me!' Spencer said as she slowly moved her left hand closer to herself.
'I'm not going to hurt you, now let me see your hand.' Ashley smiled slightly while rolling her eyes.
This was something that Spencer had always done, any time she had even the smallest wound, she refused to let anybody see out of fear of them hurting her even more.
Spencer slowly let Ashley take her hand and inspect it.
'Geez Spence, you sure know how to make a mess.' Ashley joked.
In all reality Spencer's cut wasn't too bad, of course there was blood coming out of it, but Ashley didn't want to tell Spencer that. She had a phobia of blood, in fact if there was a more severe word other than phobia then Ashley would use that to describe just how much the blonde hated the liquid.
'Yeah, well at least I'm good at that.' Spencer said as she pouted playfully.
Ashley continued to inspect Spencer's hand while they stood there.
'So what're you cooking?' Ashley asked, trying to take Spencer's mind off of what she was currently doing to the blonde's hand.
'Well, I was trying to cook dinner for my parents, my mom's favorite dish is vegetarian enchiladas, and unfortunately I'm not doing such a great job.' Spencer explained.
'Well I'm sure she'll love it just because you tried your best.' Ashley said as she finished bandaging Spencer's hand. She was lucky that when she had found out about Kyla's pregnancy she had gone through the house putting first aid kits all throughout the rooms and baby proofing the place.
'Yeah, I doubt it; I mean I burned the water I was boiling.' Spencer had a perplexed look on her face. She honestly did not know how that had happened.
'You always were more creative with film than cooking. Okay, all done.' Ashley said as she released Spencer's hand, revealing a small Spiderman band aid covering the left side of Spencer's hand.
'How'd you do that?' Spencer asked confused.
'How'd I do what? Put a band aid on your hand? Well Spencer, I knew you weren't too good with the whole cooking thing, but you should know how to put a band aid on, I mean your mom is a doctor.' Ashley joked. She knew what Spencer had been referring to, but had chosen not to comment on it.
Spencer playfully shoved Ashley's shoulder, 'Not how'd you put a band aid on my hand, jerk, I meant how'd you clean me up and everything without me even realizing what you were doing?' Spencer asked.
'Oh you know, the magic of Spiderman, he just makes everything better.' Ashley said casually as she pointed to the box of Spiderman band aids.
'You're such a nerd.' Spencer laughed at Ashley and went to move, she suddenly felt a firm hand on her forearm.
'No, don't move, you're not wearing shoes and there is glass all over the place. Let me get the broom and dustpan. Don't move.' Ashley explained as she walked to the kitchen pantry and grabbed said items.
She swiftly walked back into the kitchen and began to sweep the mess off of the floor. Not only was there glass everywhere, but it seemed that Spencer had managed to spill the contents of the entire refrigerator and freezer onto the floor.
'Thank you.' Spencer said quietly as she watched Ashley sweeping up the mess in front of her.
'No problem, I seem to be the mess picker upper lately. That's the only reason I ever get called over here anymore.' Ashley chuckled lightly.
'Well thank you, wait? What do you mean; they called you over here to clean up a mess? Who's mess?' Spencer asked slightly confused.
'You.' Ashley simply stated.
'What do you mean me? I'm not a mess.' Spencer said slightly annoyed.
'Oh yes, I can tell by the half of a jar of sauce you have on you, and the fact that there is flower all over your face. By the way, why do you have flower out if you're cooking enchiladas?' Ashley asked amused.
'Okay, so I'm slightly unorganized, but I was doing okay before I dropped the bowl.' Spencer attempted to justify herself.
By this time Ashley had finished sweeping and walked closer to Spencer to look at what she assumed where supposed to be the infamous vegetarian enchiladas Spencer was trying to make.
'You are aware that you don't cook enchiladas on the stove right? And that enchiladas aren't a type of soup.' Ashley giggled looking over to Spencer.
'Oh whatever, I was trying, I would have figured it all out by the time they got here.' Spencer said slightly annoyed.
'With a little help maybe.' Ashley said as she poked at what was inside of the pan. It was cold, she was pretty sure that when one cooked on a stove that heat was involved.
'I don't need help.' Spencer said stubbornly.
Ashley held a wooden spoon out to Spencer, 'Try this really quick.'
'I don't need to try it, I know it's good.' Spencer said, crossing her arms.
'If you know it's good then just try it. What's the worst that happens? You like it and then I leave you alone.' Ashley pressured Spencer.
'Fine, I will, and then you will have to admit that I do know how to cook.' Spencer said haughtily as she grabbed the spoon from Ashley's hand.
She shoved as much of the spoon as she could fit into her mouth and quickly made a scrunched up face. She had to force herself to swallow the horrid creation.
'So? How was it?' Ashley asked with a big grin on her face.
'It was, great.' Spencer tried to play it off.
'So why do you look like the bitter beer guy then?' Ashley asked amused.
'I do not! This is my normal face!' Spencer said as she punched Ashley's shoulder.
'Hey, do not abuse me because you look like an old man that swallowed his face.' Ashley laughed pushing Spencer away.
'Okay, so maybe it wasn't the best in the world, but I'm not done with it yet.' Spencer tried, again, to defend herself.
'Oh yeah, okay. So what else were you going to do to it?' Ashley asked curiously.
'Well I was just going to, uh, I was going to add, uh, oh I don't know! Are you happy?! I suck at cooking, there I admitted it.' Spencer said with a frustrated growl.
'Hey, it's not that big of a deal, not everybody can cook.' Ashley said lightly, trying to make Spencer feel better. 'I can help you if you want.'
'Since when do you cook?' Spencer asked incredulously.
'Well, living on your own for over a year sure does have its perks, and not everywhere in L.A. is vegetarian friendly. I picked up a couple classed at the community college, no big deal.' Ashley shrugged.
'Fine, you can help me, but only on one condition.' Spencer said.
'Fine, what condition?' Ashley smiled.
'You stay for dinner.' Spencer replied.
'Spencer, I don't know, me and your parents don't have the hottest history. You know your mom isn't fond of me.' Ashley said sadly.
'Please, please, please?! I need somebody to take the pressure off of me.' Spencer said with a pout.
That stupid pout. That stupid adorably adorable Spencer Carlin pout that could make Ashley turn into putty around the younger girl.
'Oh, so you're just using me to take the heat off of you?' Ashley joked.
'Basically, but look at it this way, if you stay, we can hang out longer.' Spencer amended.
'So that's supposed to make up for the fact that you're using me?' Ashley laughed.
'Well I am THE Spencer Carlin.' Spencer said dramatically.
'Yeah yeah, we all know that. Fine, I'll stay, but I'm not going to like it.' Ashley agreed.
'Trust me; visits with my parents aren't my favorite thing either.' Spencer laughed.
'Well you'll have me this time.' Ashley smiled as she began to move about the kitchen gathering supplies for dinner.
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