Disclaimer: I don't own any thing!!! All South of Nowhere characters belong to Tom Lynch.

hugbuddy13: Yes, Spencer is unfortunately still with Aiden at this point in time.

lier: It doesn't bother me that you asked, but just so know about 85% of this story actually happened to me and believe me, I'm well aware of how lucky I am. 

A/N: And to everyone else who reviewed thank-you SO, SO much!

All thoughts are italicized!!!

Songs are bold and italicized!!!

Before long we were in my driveway and I was walking around my car to open the door for Spencer.

She smiled, "Wow, what a gentleman!"

"Gentle woman," I reminded her.

She giggled as I unlocked the front door and led her inside.

"So what first? Movie times? Dinner perhaps?"

"Hmm, why don't we check out the movies first and then we could plan dinner around that?"


We walked up to my bedroom and I booted up my laptop.

I glanced over at Spencer and began, "So, how did you do in the game. Sorry I didn't really get to see too much of it."

"It's cool. I totally understand. I did alright though; I had 2 hits and a pop-up to right."

"Nice, sorry I missed it. So what position did you play today?" (because they're on JV they play almost every position except pitcher really)

"Um, today I played second."

"Awesome, how was that?"

"Good, no errors, but not many balls came to me either because our pitcher is pretty good."

Go ahead, you can do it. Ask her about the hottie you saw on third.

"Hey Spence, who was the girl who got thrown out at the end trying to steal home?"

"Oh, that was Carol. She's going out with my brother."

Glen is one lucky son of a-

"Why do you ask?"

Because she's gorgeous! "I was just wondering."

I pulled up Google and typed in the search bar "Los Angeles AMC movie times." I clicked on the first search result and started reading them aloud to Spencer.

"Well we have

Confessions of a Shopaholic

Fired Up


Friday the 13th

Gran Torino

He's Just Not That into You


Paul Blart: Mall Cop

Slumdog Millionaire

Street Fighter: The Legend of Chun-Li


The International

The Pink Panther 2

The Reader

and Watchmen. . . anything sound interesting to you?" Please say Friday the 13th, please say Friday the 13th, please say-

"How about 'He's Just Not That into You'?"

"Alright, it's playing at 7:15 and 9:50 which one do you want to go to?"

"Let's try for the 9:50 because it's already after 6 and we haven't even eaten dinner yet."

"Ok, sounds good to me. Do you want to see if we can find something in the fridge or do you want to eat out?" Thank God Spencer's so innocent or she'd be laughing at the last half of that question right now.

"No offense, but you're not that great of a cook, so can we go out?"

"Of course, is Jumboland ok?"


So a few minutes later I find myself sitting across from Spencer in a booth at Jumboland.

A waitress walks over, "What can I get you girls to eat tonight?" She sounds like she's been smoking five packs a day since she was 10.

"Um, I'll take the cheeseburger and curly fries with unsweetened ice tea please," Spencer politely places her order.

"And I'll have a Taylor ham, egg, and cheese sandwich with a coke."

"Ok, coming right up," she grunts as she takes our menus away.

"So how are things with Aiden?"

"Alright. . . I guess."

"Ok, sorry, that wasn't a good topic of choice. So, why do you want to see 'He's Just Not That into You'?"

"Well it looks pretty funny and I'm kinda in the mood for a chick flick."

"Alright, fair enough."

So after Jumboland we found ourselves with about 40 minutes of time to kill before we should head on over to the movie theater. I asked Spencer if she wanted to go anywhere or do anything in particular. When she said no, I had already made up my mind to take her to the beach.

"Here we are," I announced, turning off the car.

I walked around and opened Spencer's door for her.

"Thanks," she responded.

We walked down the sand, the stars were just beginning to come out and the way they sparkled over the water was simply breathtaking. We took off our shoes and held them in our hands. Feeling the sand between my toes and under my feet was almost as exuberating, but not as transient, as kissing Spencer at lunch.

I looked over to my side to see Spencer smiling at me, her hair glowing in the starlight.

I reached out my spare hand and brushed her fingers with mine. Just that light touch was enough to make her blush and my insides feel like jello.

I played with her hand, gently running my fingers through the spaces between hers.

Then finally, I decided to go for it. I intertwined by fingers with hers and lightly squeezed her hand. OMG! I did it! I'm holding Spencer Carlin's hand!

She tilted her head towards me and her smile grew even wider.

We walked down the shoreline hand-in-hand; I was content as I have ever been in my entire life. Just being so close to her and feeling her warm skin in contact with mine, sent tingles through my entire body.

I could have stayed lost in that moment forever, but it was getting closer to 9:50 and Spencer's movie. So we put our shoes on and walked back to my car.

I open the door for Spencer and then walk around and climb in myself. I sit down and glance over at the blonde angel next to me.

She smiles, "Thanks, I really enjoyed that."

"Anytime," I smiled in return.

I started the car and before long we found ourselves in theater 8B watching trailers and waiting for the actual movie to start.

I looked over at Spencer for like the millionth time tonight. Wow, I really can't believe she's actually giving me a shot. I never would have thought she liked girls, let alone me. This is DEFINITELY the best night of my life so far!

The movie finally starts and I breathe a sigh of relief when I see Jennifer Aniston on the big screen. I don't particular care for chick flicks, especially when I wanted to see Friday the 13th, but I don't really mind watching Jennifer Aniston. . .

I sat there throughout the entire movie trying to decide if she wanted me to hold her hand again or not. I didn't want to move to fast or really to PDA since I knew that's what she hated about Aiden. So I sat back and watched Spencer when Jen wasn't on screen.

We walked out to my car and entered as usual, Spencer still smiling when I held the door open for her.

"So what did you think of the movie?"

"I think if Jennifer Aniston wasn't in it, you would have heard a lot of complaining blondie."

"Yeah, it wasn't really as good as I thought it was going to be, but I liked seeing it with you."

Awe. I think I almost blushed. Damnit! Quick, recover! "So I guess I should get you home before you turn into a pumpkin or something right?"

"Yeah. I don't really want you to, but I really should."

"Alright, no problem."

The ride to her house was pretty uneventful.

When we were stopped in her driveway, I turned to her, "Thanks for a great night!"

She responded, "No, thank you." Then she flashed me one of those brilliant smiles that makes my insides melt.

She opened her door, "So I will talk to you tomorrow, maybe we can do something then?"

"Sounds great."

I watched her ass as she walked to her front door. Then she turned and waved to me before going inside.