Author: sk9975 PM
Four lives intertwine one night. SpencerxOC. AshleyxOC. OCxOC. Spashley. I suck at summaries, but please read and review! Rating is subject to change. Update: ON HIATUS!Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Romance - Chapters: 7 - Words: 14,294 - Reviews: 50 - Favs: 8 - Follows: 16 - Updated: 11-25-07 - Published: 10-20-07 - id: 3846147
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We Intertwined, Chap. 1:
Disclaimer: I do not claim ownership to anything pertaining to South of Nowhere! However, I do own the characters Ryan Lancaster and Stephanie Kingston.
Author's Note: This is my first fanfiction, so any reviews are greatly appreciated!
Meet the amazing Ryan Lancaster.
The club was noisy and crowded, the booming music a perfect companion to the writhing bodies on the dance floor. Spencer looked around, trying to find Ashley's wild dark curls somewhere in the mix. As soon as they had gotten in there, she'd left to go dance with Aiden. Of course, the minute Spencer had accepted her invitation, she knew they would be all over each other…that's the way it had been ever since she had "okayed" their relationship. In reality, a blind man could see that Spencer still wasn't over her, but a blind man could also see that Ashley and Aiden were too busy with each other to notice anything else. After a while, Spencer had given up trying to look "extra pretty" or playing Ashley's favorite songs every time she came over. A girl could only do so much before she realized she wasn't wanted anymore.
She had tried, naturally, moving on from Ashley with other girls, but things just didn't feel the same…for a while, she'd really hoped that what she felt for Ashley Davies hadn't been true love, but in the end, she realized it definitely was. She had ruined Spencer for anyone else with the way she had touched her, kissed her, caressed her…everything she had done felt so perfect and graceful. Every other girl Spencer had been with just felt awkward and lame, as if it were their first time having ever been with someone. She felt pathetic, loving someone who couldn't love her back, but what made it harder to move on was that she knew she had had Ashley; she'd had her and let her slip away…with no closure, nonetheless. She simply hadn't given enough to keep her by her side.
Spencer sighed and looked around the club again, a weary look in her eyes. She wasn't exactly sure she wanted to be here right now. So far this night, she had been hit on five times and she had ignored all five girls. She was in no mood to hook up with anyone when she was feeling especially terrible tonight. Then again, the fact that she was feeling so terrible should've been motivation to hook up with anyone in sight, but it really wasn't. She just wanted to go home, curl up in her favorite pajama's, watch a disgustingly sweet romance movie, and eat Ben & Jerry's. Was that too much to ask for? Evidently it was because every time she tried to relax, some other problem arose.
Suddenly, she felt a body settle down on the stool next to her, snapping her out of her thoughts. Spencer turned and felt her breath catch in her throat; the girl sitting down was breathtakingly stunning. She had long, shiny raven hair that fell gracefully past her lightly tanned shoulders in layers and framed her face perfectly. She had gorgeous facial structure and full, sculpted ruby lips. However, Spencer quickly noticed that the girl's most beautiful feature were easily her eyes: they were large and slightly almond shaped, framed by a thick, luxurious fringe of lashes. Their colors (yes, plural) were absolutely piercing; her left eye was a shocking blue--almost violet--and her right eye was a deep emerald.
"Ryan," Spencer heard a throaty voice snap her out of her reverie. The girl was grinning at her, showing off an adorable pair of dimples. "And, no, I'm not wearing contact lenses, but I do wear glasses when I read."
"Spencer Carlin," said Spencer. She felt a hot blush creeping up into her cheeks at seeing Ryan's positively cute smile and gorgeous eyes fixated on her.
"Nice to meet you, Spencer Carlin," answered Ryan. "If you prefer to go by first and last names, you can call me Ryan Lancaster. Now, what's a pretty girl like you doing alone? Vying for my company, are you?"
So this girl was obviously a flirt…a very confident flirt. Well, who wouldn't be confident with looks like hers? Spencer smiled sweetly and said, "How'd you guess?"
"Special talent of mine," winked Ryan. She oozed charm and charisma, Spencer also noticed.
"Yeah? Can you tell me what the hell I'm doing here when I really want to be at home?" Spencer blurted. She normally wouldn't say anything like that to a girl, but Ryan's steady gaze on her gave her a bit of security even though they'd only exchanged about three sentences. Ryan's eyes didn't roam anywhere else but Spencer's own stare, unlike most girls.
"You've been waiting to go home with me," said Ryan, her lip curling up to the side and deepening her dimple.
Spencer chuckled and felt herself easing up. She liked Ryan's sense of humor…her sinfully sexy smile didn't hurt either. "What makes you so sure about that?"
"Where to start?" Ryan lightly touched a finger to her deliciously pouty bottom lip and continued, "You've been staring at me like I'm a piece of meat and I can tell you're upset about something--possibly someone--and you're begging for the chance to forget."
Spencer felt her eyebrows shoot up in surprise. Did she really give off that impression? "Really?"
"And don't worry, no one thinks you're desperate-looking. I'm just good at guessing these things," Ryan lit a cigarette and took a long drag. "God, I hate these cancer sticks. So, what do you say, Spencer Carlin? Do you want to take me up on my offer or spend at least a month wondering why you didn't?"
Spencer laughed again, saying, "I don't know…I mean, for all I know, you could be just messing with my mind. How do I know your grand scheme isn't to just humiliate me and leave me brokenhearted?"
Ryan let out a carefree, slightly hiccupy laugh that provided a little flutter in Spencer's stomach. "Step out of the routine and take your chances." She finished her cigarette with another long suck and blew a ring of smoke in Spencer's direction.
It was slightly scary how Ryan knew her mannerisms so well within just twenty minutes of talking to her. Even though they'd barely met, she felt as if Ryan knew her inside and out. It could have been attributed to the fact that she was so affable and likeable, but Spencer had a feeling it was something else. They had great chemistry: that rare, powerful kind you only found when both persons were really attracted to one another. She could feel it when her own blue eyes connected with Ryan's different-colored ones and that surge of electricity charged up her spine.
"I guess I'll have to find out for myself," Spencer replied after a long minute of thoughtful silence.
Ryan broke out into another one of her slightly crooked, loveable smiles. "It's a good thing I already told your friends you were leaving with me then."
"What?" asked Spencer incredulously. How was it possible that she knew Ashley and Aiden?
"It was an unlikely chance, but I saw you looking at the curly-haired girl and dark-haired guy a couple of times so I figured you knew them. Either that or you were checking out the girl, but I took my chances again," explained Ryan. "So I just walked up to them, said you were leaving with me, and left. I don't think your girl likes me too much."
"Who, Ashley?" Spencer realized then that she hadn't thought of her the whole time she had been talking to Ryan. Usually, she couldn't stop comparing girls to her. "She's not my girl."
"That's the one," Ryan smirked. "In fact, I'm pretty sure she wants to kill me, but that doesn't really matter. I'm the one going home with the hot blonde."
On one hand, Spencer wanted to reject Ryan and see her security deflated, but on the other, she found Ryan's confidence incredibly sexy, just like the rest of her. So instead, she stood up and said, "Wouldn't want to make them think you lied to them, would we?'
"No, we would not," Ryan stood up with her and the two weaved their way out of the club, unsuspecting of the envious pair of eyes watching them the whole time.