Okay so this is a new story I decided to start because the idea for it popped up on me one night, I'm not sure whether it's good enough to continue with so let me know whether I should continue with it or whether it shall forever be just one chapter:)

Disclaimer: South of nowhere and its characters do not belong to me:(

Ashley pulled up to the mansion and parked her trusty Ford pickup on the large gravel driveway. When Kyla had recommended this job to her she had been skeptical to say the least. What did she know about taking care of a blind person? She didn't even know how to take care of herself. And the only reason they'd picked her was because she was apparently the same age as this girl, 21. But the truth of the matter was she really needed this job, the only way she could actually get her demos out was if she had the equipment to produce them...and that required money.

"Hello...and you must be...Ashley?"

Ashley turned to see an older blonde, quite attractive in her business suit, standing by the doorway of the ridiculously large mansion. Steeling her courage towards talking to the intimidating woman, she walked over.

"Hi, I'm Ashley Davies." Extending her hand out for a handshake she took the time to notice the firm features of this woman.

"Hello, Paula Carlin. I trust you've been informed of all the details of this job."

"Um...somewhat." The truth is she hadn't even been told much of anything about the job. Just that she'd have to help a rich blind girl get around.

"Well I'm actually on my way out, Spencer's upstairs, just let yourself in."


Ashley made her way into the house and was immediately struck by how huge the place was. Yeah it looked big from the outside, but actually being inside made it all overwhelming. But Ashley had to admit that it was tastefully decorated, even if it didn't feel very homely, it had a sort of regal elegance that she definetly wasn't used to.

She made her way upstairs feeling a little nervous to be meeting this girl that she'd be taking care of, not really knowing what to expect. The upstairs seemed to be just as spacious as the downstairs, Ashley didn't even know where to start. Until she heard what sounded like music coming from a room down the hall.

Ashley made her way to the room, the classical music drifting to her ears as she tentatively knocked on the door.

"Come in."

Ashley slowly opened the door, peeking her head around the gap in the door. She took a quick glance around the room and noticed that it was like a whole other world compared to what she'd just walked through. The light blue walls made the room look comforting and inviting, books upon books lined the wall opposite the bed and the air was rich with the aroma of vanilla. Ashley's eyes finally reached the girl sitting behind the desk facing her patiently, and her heart stopped. The girl was undeniably beautiful, dressed in a simple black turtleneck and a pair of jeans, she made it look like it was the most sophisticated thing in the world. Compared to Spencer, Ashley thought she looked pretty plain in her hoodie, and skinny jeans. But most of all it was her eyes that caught Ashley's attention, an astounding clear blue it was almost like they twinkled.

"Hi, I'm Spencer," she said reaching out her hand.

"Hi, Ashley. Nice to meet you." Ashley took her hand in a handshake and stepped back. Not really knowing what to do next, she was wondering if Spencer would even know where to look for her of she didn't stand closer.

"It's okay, I can feel your movement. And even when you're not moving, I know where you are from the vibrations in your voice or your breathing, it kind of sends off a signal, my ears are very attune to it."

"Oh okay...I'm sorry, I'm not really sure how I'm supposed to help you." Ashley replied feeling a bit stupid for having to ask that but not really having a choice since she wasn't given much details from her sister or Spencer's mom.

"You can have a seat on my bed if you'd like?" Ashley took a seat on her bed, immediately feeling at ease by the softness of her voice.

"My mom and I just moved here from Ohio a week ago, and usually I wouldn't need any help, I'm quite self-sufficient...it's just that this is a new environment for me. Not just being in New York itself, but a new home, new surroundings, everything's different, and I just need some help getting around until I can familiarize myself with everything and then I'll basically know my way around from memory."

"You can find your way around just from memory?"

"Yeah, pretty much. It takes a while but once I get used to it it's like everything has its place and it just all sort of fits together, you know."

Ashley couldn't even imagine memorizing whole landscapes, she couldn't even remember her sister's birthday most times. And for a moment she couldn't help but feel sorry for Spencer, for having to work so hard at just getting through life.

"So what do you do? I mean, what do you do in your spare time?"

"Well, I like to write. That's a lie, I don't just like writing, I love it. I love the way that the mind can create a different world just through words. The way that one word can have so many different meanings, and the way the imagination can work wonders on a simple story."

Ashley couldn't help but get excited with Spencer, the way her face lit up when she described writing told Ashley that it was something very important to her, something that took her to another world...the way music did for her.

"I understand what you mean. I like to make music because it's something that comes from deep within, you know, like you're pouring all of your soul out into that melody and those words."

Spencer smiled at her and nodded, and Ashley couldn't help but smile back. Her smile was infectious. The atmosphere in the room was calm, like they were two friends who had just finished having a meaningful conversation.

"So...this may sound really stupid, but I have no idea where to put my stuff."

Spencer laughed. "No, it doesn't sound stupid. I'm sorry I should have told you earlier."

"Then why are you laughing." Ashley asked smiling.

"Because I can feel you tapping your feet on the floor. You're nervous."

"I am not!" Ashley replied indignant.

"Yes, you are" She smiled. "Annabelle set up the guest house for you, just turn right when you step out of the front door, you can't miss it. Well...unless you're blind that is."

Ashley didn't know whether to laugh at the joke or not, instead she opted to get off the bed and walk towards the door.

"After I'm done unpacking, maybe we can talk some more?" Ashley asked and Spencer nodded. "Oh and I was so not nervous." Ashley added as she walked out the door, not sure whether she was trying to convince Spencer of it or herself.