Title: Technicolor Girls

Author: sayanythinglover

Rating: T for language and sexual content

Pairing: Spashley

Disclaimer: I do not own South of Nowhere or anything affiliated with it, I'm just a rabid fan

Summary: A collection of oneshots weaved together with songs purely based on feeling

Author's Note: I am well aware that I have other stories that I have put on the backburner. But this idea won't go away and it's exactly what I want to write right now.

Feedback: It's what I truly live for, because I don't just write for myself. Any sort of feedback would be much appreciated, regardless if it's good or bad.

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Title: Portions for Foxes

Artist: Rilo Kiley

There's blood in my mouth cause I've been biting my tongue all week.

The music pulsated in her ears. Teenagers were all over the place, on the stairs, dancing on the tables, passed out on beds. Ashley realized how much she hated the high school party scene. All these people came together for two reasons: alcohol and sex. She couldn't really blame them though, because she was here for the same thing.

I keep on talking trash but I never say anything.

She saw her as soon as she walked in. They had all come together in a group, the cheerleaders in all their glory. Led of course by Madison but following close behind was Spencer. Her doe eyes scanned the crowd as if she was truly looking for something, but wouldn't be able to find it.

And the talking leads to touching and the touching leads to sex and then there is no mystery left.

Ashley leaned against the wall, utterly invisible to everybody around her. That's the way she liked it. She watched her closely and didn't make any attempt to hide it. Some guy was talking to Spencer, but she didn't show any interest in his words much less himself. She held herself with such confidence and that's why Ashley was so infatuated with her.

And it's bad news, baby, I'm bad news. I'm just bad news, bad news, bad news.

Spencer made a move to go upstairs. This was her chance, her opportunity. Ashley quickly left her spot and followed. People stood on each step, becoming a roadblock and distraction for Ashley. She heard the bathroom door shut and knew where Spencer was.

I know I'm alone if I'm with or without you.

She knocked on the door with authority. "What?" Ashley paused for a moment, she hadn't thought of anything to say. "It's an emergency." Lame excuse was the proper term to describe what came out of her mouth but it worked. The door opened.

But just being around you offers me another form of relief.

She saw Spencer standing there by the window, cigarette in her hand. She gave her a cold glance and then inhaled. Ashley felt like a deer in headlights, wondering what to do next. She shut the door behind her and leaned her back on it. Spencer opened her mouth to speak. "Well..." Ashley stood silent, not saying a word. "You said it was an emergency." Spencer took another inhale of the cigarette before throwing it out the window.

When the loneliness leads to bad dreams and the bad dreams lead me to calling you and I call you and say "come here!"

"It was an emergency, do you have another cigarette?" Spencer scoffed at the remark before taking a cigarette from the pack that lay on the sink. She handed the cigarette to Ashley along with a lighter that she hid in her hand. "Thanks." Spencer just stared at her, almost like she was judging her.

And it's bad news, baby, I'm bad news. I'm just bad news, bad news, bad news.

Ashley looked around the bathroom, noticing the smallest details like each crack in the tiles on the floor. She walked over to the window, where Spencer was still standing there. Her cigarette smoke was floating out into the sky. And she was mere inches from everything she wanted.

And it's bad news, baby, it's bad news. It's just bad news, bad news, bad news.

"Enjoying the party?" The question caught Ashley off guard. "I hate parties." Simple answer to a simple question. Spencer had a smirk on her face, like she felt the same way. She looked down at her feet, brushing her blonde hair away from her eyes. Ashley felt an awkward silence starting to form. "I'm Ashley." Spencer turned her attention to her. "I know who you are."

Cause you're just damage control for a walking corpse like me, like you.

Ashley threw her cigarette out the window, hoping it would land on one of those pricks outside. She let her back rest on the wall, feeling the cool tile through her shirt. Spencer kept looking at her, watching her. "How do you like it?" Ashley became confused, wearing a puzzled look on her face. "Like what?" Spencer didn't hesitate. "Staring. Because you've been doing it to me all this time."

Cause we'll all be portions for foxes. Yeah we'll all be portions for foxes.

Ashley froze, her whole body became paralyzed. She couldn't give her a legitimate answer without sounding crazy. Thankfully, she didn't wait for one. "Don't worry, I find it cute." Spencer moved ever so slightly closer to her. Both backs were on the wall, not facing each other.

There's a pretty young thing in front of you and she's real pretty.

Ashley's mind and heart were racing with each passing second. She might not have another moment like this. She turned to finally face Spencer and put her hands on the sides of her face. She pulled her towards her and before either of them knew it, their lips had collided with such force that it hurt.

And she's real into you and then she's sleeping inside of you.

Spencer became horizontal on the floor as Ashley laid on top of her. Her hands traveled over the blonde's skin, soft and warm. Spencer put her hands through Ashley's hair, brushing away any doubt she may have had. Ashley's lips were screaming passion inside Spencer's mouth.

And the talking leads to touching and the touching leads to sex and then there is no mystery left.

Making out on the bathroom floor wasn't exactly the first interaction that Ashley thought she would have with Spencer. But she was not complaining. Her mouth tasted like cigarettes and alcohol, tainted with chemicals. The blonde cheerleader was full of corruption and Ashley loved it.

And it's bad news, I don't blame you. I do the same thing, I get lonely too.

The door opened with a violent burst. Ashley and Spencer were still in a compromising position. There was a shriek heard next. "Spencer, what the hell are you doing?" Madison was standing there with her jaw wide open. They both quickly got off each other and stood up, forming an uneven triangle.

And you're bad news, my friends tell me to leave you. That you're bad news, bad news, bad news.

"Shut it, Madison." Spencer said as she gathered her pack of cigarettes and lighter in her hand. Ashley stood in the corner, watching the two girls fight for control. "You're lucky it was me who came up here and not someone else." Madison said as she stood like she belonged there.

You're bad news, baby you're bad news and you're bad news, baby you're bad news.

"Whatever." Madison walked out of the bathroom and slammed the door behind her. Spencer was just standing there, looking proud of herself. "You should have done that a long time ago." Ashley's face broke out into a smile that engulfed her entire face. "Yeah, I guess so."

And you're bad news, I don't care I like you and you're bad news, I don't care I like you.

Spencer started to walk towards the door but stopped before she got there. "I'll be seeing you around, Ashley. And it's Spencer." Ashley looked into her eyes, almost getting lost in them. "I know who you are." Spencer flashed a smile before walking out.

I like you.