Well hellooooo there. :) New author here. So, I couldn't resist. SOUTH OF NOWHERE AND TWILIGHT. TOGETHER. It's just all so...sexy haha! I don't know if someone's already done this, but you know, like I said, I couldn't resist :). So the cast of characters is in there, but it's tentative! Names could change...Aiden shows up later, I bet you can all guess who he is! Enjoy, and please, be kind with reviews! Feedback is loveeeeeeee :)

Pairings: SPASHLEY, OF COURSE :)

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or South...as much as I would like to! Stephanie Meyer and Tom Lynch are up there on my heroes list :)

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"I'd never given much thought to how I would die, but even if I had, I would not have imagined it like this. Surely it was a good way to die, in the place of someone else, someone I loved. Noble, even. That ought to count for something."

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I pulled up to what I assumed to be King High, judging by the obnoxiously large, hard-to-miss sign labeled KING HIGH FRONT OFFICE. As soon as I jumped down from the driver's seat, it immediately felt like every eye in the parking lot was focused on me. Maybe that's because they were. I knew I should have asked Arthur to have my truck painted a different color. Green, maybe, or blue. Orange was just too noticeable, especially when most of the cars in the lot were silver, or some other dark shade. I stood out, the opposite of my goal for the day.

The problem with transferring to a new school in the middle of the school year is that everyone knows each other already. I was new, therefore I was interesting. I don't want to be interesting. I just want to blend in.

As I followed my schedule to building three, my English class, I kept close to the wall with my hood pulled up. Hopefully nobody notices me at all if they can't see my face. I cautiously approached the teacher, careful not to glance behind me at the numerous students already taking their seats. I knew they were staring, I could feel their eyes boring into the back of my head.

"Yes?" the balding teacher, Mr. Mason, asked, not even bothering to look up from his paper work. Teachers never cease to amaze me with their enormous capacity to keep completely concentrated on all things seemingly boring.

"I'm Spencer Carlin," I informed him. This time, he raised his gaze to mine, studying the fresh face.

"Ah, yes, Miss Carlin," he murmured after a moment of staring. I felt a blush start to creep up into my cheeks as the class chatter died behind me. "You transferred from…where?"

"Ohio," I said quietly. He didn't really acknowledge this, though. He handed me a sheet with the reading material for the year and gestured to a seat in the second row. I smiled shyly and shuffled over to the seat, keeping my eyes down.

"Miss Carlin?" I looked up at Mr. Mason. "We don't permit hoods inside."

"Oh…sorry," I said, taking my hood down. I leaned forward, pretending to be absorbed in my reading list as I felt my cheeks flame with embarrassment. With a sigh of relief, I realized I've read all of these books. I doubt my mom would send me any of my essays though, not after…well, that's a different story.

Just then, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I tucked a piece of blonde hair behind my ear and came face-to-face with Clay. I only knew his name because I heard Mr. Mason call on him to answer a question. He didn't have much in the way of hair, and he had startlingly white teeth.

"Hey. Spencer, right?"

"Yeah, that's me," everyone within one mile must have turned their attention to me.

"How do you like L.A.?" he asked politely.

"Well, it's very…rainy," I couldn't come up with any other adjective. It really was rainy in Forks. That seemed to be the only weather setting.

"I bet it rained a lot less in Ohio," he smirked.

I smiled tentatively. "Three or four times a year. Maybe." Clay laughed a little.

"Well, you don't look very tan."

"Yeah, maybe that's why they kicked me out," I trailed off. He snickered again, but I could tell he didn't understand. Maybe sense of humor didn't mix around here.

"Could I maybe, walk you to your next class?"

A little over-helpful. Nevertheless, I accepted his offer. I might as well make some sort of feeble attempt to be friends with people in this town.

There was a brown-haired girl in both my Spanish and Trig classes. Her name was Sherry, and she decided she would walk me to lunch. Soon, I was introduced to everyone at her large table, but I forgot almost all of their names. A black haired, African-American girl--Chelsea, I think her name was,--turned to me and asked me the same question I had been asked at least eight times already today.

"Spencer, how do you like L.A.?" I grinned a little and told her it would take some getting used to, and that it was much colder here. Sherry then proceeded to take over our conversation and turn it into a full-on debate about the color of prom dresses. I nervously looked down at my food, attempting to avoid the eyes of everyone at the table.

That's when I saw them.

By them, I mean the Davies'.

"Who are they?" I interrupted Sherry, who looked mildly irritated that I had done so. She followed my eyes, and hers widened to enormous proportions as the five Davies strolled to their lunch table.

"They are the Davies kids," Sherry stressed the "they" as if they were some immortal beings. To me, they looked that way, for their faces were so devastatingly, inhumanely beautiful that I almost felt as though I was unfit to even look upon them.

"The big, brawny-looking one with the curly hair is Glen," Chelsea said, nodding to the one who resembled a body builder. "The boy next to him with the blonde hair is Jake. He always looks like he's in a permanent state of pain." I bit my lip to keep from smiling at Jake's expression of apparent concentration.

"The girl sitting next to Glen, with the brown hair, is Madison," Sherry nodded in her direction. She looked so incredibly perfect to me, it was almost ridiculous. "The one sitting next to Jake is Kyla." Kyla seemed almost pixie-like to me. I remember she looked almost as if she was dancing as she walked with Jake. "They're all together. Madison and Glen, Jake and Kyla."

I found myself staring intently at the last Davies girl. She had chocolate brown curls that framed her stunning face. If I hadn't been so shy that day, I might have just fainted on the spot. Out of all the Davies', she was easily the most overwhelmingly beautiful.

"Who's that one?" I asked softly.

Chelsea smirked. "That's Ashley, the youngest."

"She's…" Incredible. Magnificent. The most beautiful human being to ever walk to face of the Earth. Adjective after adjective popped into my head to describe this Davies girl. This angelic being that just met my gaze, but quickly looked away.

"Gorgeous? Yeah, they all are," Sherry spat. I tore my eyes away from the Davies' table and looked back up at her. I detected a hint of jealousy in her voice, but I decided not to dwell on it.

"They also live together," Chelsea said in an undertone as she leaned toward me, as this was some forbidden secret.

"They don't look related," I remarked, flicking my eyes between their perfect faces. They certainly looked similar in the fact that they were all ghostly pale, but that seemed to be the only remnant of likeness.

"Oh, they aren't. Mrs. Davies can't have kids," Sherry explained, again speaking as though she was revealing a classified code. "So, she and Dr. Davies have taken care of them since they were eight."

"That's really nice of them, you know, to take care of all those kids," I eyed Ashley's flawlessly full lips move at an unnerving pace as her "siblings" watched her with intense focus. She looked up again and we locked eyes, this time I could see clear interest in her features. I swiftly looked away, telling myself I saw the ghost of a smile on her face, and blushed profusely.

"Geez, Spence. You look like a tomato," Chelsea playfully pushed my shoulder, and grinned. That only made me turn a deeper shade of scarlet.

"Don't waste your time. Glen and Jake obviously aren't looking to date," Sherry scoffed, and looked mournfully in their direction. I wonder when the boys turned her down.

I glanced at Ashley. Her face was turned away towards Kyla. After a few moments, the five of them stood up together, and gracefully made their way out of the cafeteria. I kept my eyes on my food, too bashful to meet Ashley's exquisitely questioning gaze again.

I didn't want to be late for class on my first day, and I was getting a little tired of listening to Sherry ramble on about how none of us would ever had a chance with any of the Davies'.

"Hey, Spencer. I'll walk with you to Biology," Chelsea offered and smiled a little. I looked gratefully back at her and nodded. We walked in silence, and she took her seat next to another student as soon as we entered the class room. I felt out of place again. As the teacher, Mr. Banner, signed my slip and handed me a sheet with the curriculum printed on it, I looked around and spotted an empty seat.

Next to said empty seat sat Ashley Davies. I swear, my heartbeat picked up in those few seconds that I recognized her. She stared right back, but her expression did not contain curiosity this time. The emotion resembled fury, anger…hostility. I went red again as I stumbled toward the seat. The girl next to me giggled, and I almost wanted to punch her. As I sat down and caught her eyes again, I noticed the strange color of her eyes.

Black as night. Coal black.

I tried to pay attention to Mr. Banner, letting my blonde hair fall in front of the left side of my face, creating a curtain between us. I couldn't help sneaking glances at her, though. I was bewildered even more when I observed that she was sitting at the very edge of her chair, leaning as far away from me as possible. One of her fists was clenched to the point that I could visibly see the strain in her knuckles, even though her skin was pale white. The other hand clutched her temples, and she continued to stare at the table antagonistically.

If looks could kill.

I wondered what I had ever done to her. Maybe it was my perfume, could she be allergic to strawberries? In no time at all, the bell rang loudly, and Ashley leapt up from her chair, hurrying out the door before anyone else could even stand.

"So, what'd you do? Drop the microscope on Ashley's hand? I've never seen her act like that before," Clay said, all in one breath. I stared blankly at the door, as if Ashley would simply walk through it again with a smile on her angelic face.

"I don't know, we didn't really talk."

"She's weird. If I were lucky enough to sit with you, I wouldn't stop talking to you," he smiled. I suddenly felt a little uncomfortable, and busied myself with gathering my books. I didn't want to give Clay the wrong impression.

He was so not my type.

"I'm going to head over to the front office to drop this slip off. I'll see you later, okay?" I told him quickly. I scurried out the door before he could offer to come with me. I didn't slow down until the office was in sight.

As I entered the warm atmosphere, I glimpsed the receptionist, who looked extremely peeved, arguing with a student. I immediately knew it was Ashley, her dark, bouncy curls gave her away.

"There must be another hour. Any other hour," she urged in a low, pleading voice. I instantly knew this was about me. Why would she hate me so much if we've never spoken before? The door slammed shut behind me, causing Ashley to turn around. Her black eyes glared at me from under long, perfectly symmetrical eyelashes. Her dazzling features conveyed hatred towards me in an absurd amount, making the small blonde hairs on my arms stand up.

"Never mind," she said hastily to the receptionist. Her voice was strained, yet it still reminded me of velvet. "I can see that it's impossible. Thank you so much for your help." She turned around, taking great care to walk as far away from me as possible, and disappeared out the door without looking back.

"How was your day, sweetheart?" The receptionist asked warmly. It occurred to me that this poor woman, most likely still as taken aback as I was at Ashley's sudden change of heart about Biology, had to put on a mask for me and act like absolutely nothing was wrong.

Honestly, I could feel her pain.

"It was fine," I lied weakly and managed a small smile. I handed her the slip and traipsed through the rain to my truck, which was now the only one in the lot.

I simply sat, staring blankly out the windshield for a few moments until I needed the heater. I listened tentatively to the rain splattering down from all sides, then drowned it out by starting engine. It roared to life and I drove back to meet Arthur at home.

I fought back tears the whole way.

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