Ashley: Well, now you know.

Spencer: I’m Spencer. I just moved in.

Ashley: Lucky me.

Her sarcasm didn’t go unnoticed.

Spencer: Have you lived here long?

Ashley: Long enough to have earned the right to not be bothered.

Spencer could take a hint.

Spencer: Ok, well, it was nice meeting you.

Ashley flashed a fake smiled.

Spencer: See ya around.

She turned and walked back into her room closing the doors behind her.

Spencer: So much for the welcome wagon.

The door to her bedroom flung open and Glen stood outside the door.

Spence: Knock much?

Glen: Cut me some slack, I just carried Madison’s king sized bed up the steps…by myself!

Spencer: Well, whose fault is that?

Glen: Fair enough. Do you need help with anything?

Spencer walked to her brothers side.

Spencer: Nope, I’m all set.

Glen: When do you start classes?

Spencer: Monday. And when do you start work?

Glen smirked.

Glen: As soon as I find a job.

Spencer: Jesus Glen! I thought you found one.

Glen: I did but they fired me.

Spencer: I though you didn’t start yet.

Glen: I didn’t. But after I got hired my new boss caught me with his girlfriend and fired me.

Spencer: You’ve got to start using your brain!

Glen: I was! She was hot and my brain said go for it!

Spencer: I have news for you, that wasn’t your brain.

Glen: I just want to have fun sis. Meet some new lady’s in the neighborhood…

Spencer: Good luck with that.  I just met our next door neighbor and if she is any indication of things to come, meeting the ladies won’t be easy.

Glen: Was she a bitch?

Spencer: Let’s just say she won’t be bringing us a welcome pie.

Glen: Who cares? Is she hot?

Spencer: Glen!

Glen: What? Is she?

Spencer: Yes Glen. She’s hot!

Glen: How hot?

Spencer: Really hot! Now get out of my room.

She pushed her brother out and fell back on to her bed. It was then that she heard it, singing. It was faint but it was definitely singing. Jumping up she raced to her window and carefully pulled back the curtain. The last thing she wanted was for her new neighbor to see her spying. The brunette was singing with a guitar in her hands. Her voice seemed familiar somehow. Funny that the girl who had been so quick to rip her head off just moments ago was now sweetly singing the loneliest song Spencer had ever heard.