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

A/N: Thanks to everyone who reviewed, you guys are awesome! Sorry I haven't updated in a while and this chapter is kinda short, but since this is loosely based on life experience, I now have much more to draw from and add

Ashley's thoughts are italicized

Music is playing in bold italics

When last we left our Spashley…

"I was just wondering if you'd be up for hanging out tonight. We could watch Jeopardy…"

She loves Jeopardy, it's probably her favorite show.

She smiles, "Sure, I'd like that."

Now I'm smiling, "Great, so I'll come over to your room around 7?"

"Yea, that sounds good to me."

Yes! One on one time is just what I need. I'll just be my charming self and maybe she'll realize how amazing that kiss really was.

So needless to say, the rest of the day flew by for me.

Now it's 7:00 and I'm standing outside Spencer's door.

I can't even describe the intense butterflies I'm feeling in my stomach right now.

I raise my hand and knock on her door.

My heart feels like it's about to pound right out of my chest as her door swings open and I see her smiling face.

"Hey Ash, come on in!"

I take a step in and she closes the door behind me.

"My roommate's on a debate team trip or something. So I've got the room all to myself."


She motions for me to sit down on her bed as she flips on the tv.

We play a competitive round of Jeopardy until the commercial break. Then we find ourselves sitting on her bed in a kind of awkward silence because, let's face it, the commercials on channel 4 on a Thursday night just aren't that engrossing.

"Soooooo, let's not sit here in an awkward silence."

She giggles, "Alright. Well, we could play the question game like in that movie the other night; that should be interesting."

"Ok, so why were you really so upset about kissing me last weekend?"

"Wow! Way to ease into this game! …um, I think I was scared. So are you just into girls or are you bi-sexual?"

"Girls only. What were you so scared of?"

"The way it made me feel. So what's your type of girl?"

Did she really just say it scared her because of what she felt? Oh my gosh, she's totally into me!

"I don't really have a type. If I feel a connection with a girl, then she's my type. So what's your type?"

"Ugh. That's a tough question recently. It would be SO easy if I could just like Ben (a guy who lives on her floor and has fallen under the Spencer Carlin charm). He's a great guy and I really like him. He's funny, he's smart, he'd do anything for me, but I just don't feel anything though. You know?"

"Come here," I say as I pull her closer to me.

I stare into her eyes and say, "I know exactly what you mean."

I lean in, my hand cupping the side of her face, and our lips gently touch.

I close my eyes and just soak up the feeling for a minute.

Then I pull back a little and say, "It's nothing like that."

Our eyes still locked, she nods.

"But Ashley, I'm not gay! It's hard to explain. I like guys. I just haven't found any that really impress me yet."

"Spencer, have you ever felt anything around a guy like what you just felt when I just touched you?"

"Well no, but I've never had a boyfriend before. Oh look! Jeopardy is back on!" she says and averts her glance to the tv.

I give in and we finish up our game of Jeopardy.

After the show ends, Spencer clicks off the tv and exclaims, "Wow! Look at it snowing outside! It looks like a blizzard!"

I follow her gaze and sure enough it's snowing.

"Well I guess I should start walking all the way back to my dorm in this blizzard."

Spencer took my hint, "Ash, don't be ridiculous, you can stay here for the night."


"Thanks Spence. Can I borrow some pj's though?"

"Of course."

Spencer walked over to her dresser and began shuffling through her drawers until she found an outfit she deemed suitable for me to borrow.

She threw me the clothes and then began undressing herself.

Then she crawled into her bed.

I climbed in and laid down behind her.

I wrapped my arms around her and at first she tensed up, but then she quickly relaxed into me.

"You comfortable Spencer?"

In a somewhat hesitant, but yet pleasantly surprised voice she whispers, "Yea, are you?"

"Yea," I smiled.

I just laid there for quite a while; soaking up everything that is Spencer Carlin. The smooth curves in her body, how good it felt pressed against mine, the light tickle of her hair against my skin, the quiet rhythm of her body moving up and down with her breath; yes, heaven exists, and yes, I spent the night there.