Choices

Cyndi Smith

My first MX fiction. Based on a television show that I enjoy I don't own the characters or the Idea. I do this for my enjoyment not for any money. Any poetry belong to the various listed poets. I have no current beta so forgive any grammar, spelling or punctuation.

Brennan sat on his jacket beneath the largest oak he could find. the park was so beautiful as the first morning light shimmered off the lake. The subtle sounds of the near by city seemed to be muted by the soft sounds of birds in the trees and the gentle splash of the fish in the lake. "God, made this day for poets." he thought as he opened a small paperback book of poetry he pulled from his jacket pocket just moments before laying it down on the wet ground, and settling on top of it.

Brennan figured it wouldn't take long for them to notice him missing and sure enough a few hours later he looked up from his book and smiled when he saw his friends standing over him. Jesse was beaming as he held both Emma and Shalimar close to him by the waist.

"What is wrong with this picture." Jesse announced. Then for a moment his smile seemed to get bigger (if that were possible) then he gave the closest thing to a serious look he could feign, then he smirked. "Well frankly from where I am standing there is nothing wrong with this picture. I mean, me with two beautiful women and you with a book… Actually forget I said anything. This works for me. Come ladies."

Everyone laughed as Shalimar gave him a playful slap on the back of the head. Then both she and Emma collapsed on to the jacket and snuggled in next to Brennan and the Tree.

"What ya reading" Shalimar giggled as she snatched the book from his hands "OOO poetry."

"Duh poetry" Jesse mocked, "have you ever seen the man with out a book? You really are blonde."

Instead of knocking Jesses head off his shoulders she decided to have a little fun. 

"Who wrote this one… its pretty." She cooed in her best "Marilyn" voice

" William Shakespeare," Brennan replied, not really impressed with her act.

"Hey heard I've heard of him." She laughed flipping her blond hair around as if she were a Typical Blonde, and winking at Emma to get her involved in her fun.

"Yea," Emma hummed in valley girl coos "Like isn't he the one who directed that movie Romeo Dies .. or something like that."

Brennan just rolled his eyes and groaned.  "Shakespeare wrote Romeo and Juliet and that was one of his plays, this is one of his sonnets." He replied trying to keep a straight face as he snatched back his book.                                 

"Sonnet? Isn't that a floppy hat women wear to church?" Jesse questioned giving an innocent smile knowing they would eventually begin to ruffle Brennan's feathers.

Brennan buried his head in his hands "ugh, don't you guys have someplace to be…"

"Funny, that is exactly what Adam said when he kicked us out of Sanctuary."

By now even Jesse too had laid his jacket beneath the tree and lay on top of it sporting a long blade of grass between his teeth.

"Ok, professor, read to us."

"UH I don't think so."

"Then I'll read it." Jesse announced as he rolled over and snatched the book again from Brennan's hands.

"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?" He said sounding deadpan and disinterested.

"A summers day!!! geesh, if I told a girl she was around too long and full of hot air she'd kill me." He growled as he handed back the book.

Brennan took the book back and gently closed it returning it to his jacket.

He said "Maybe it is in the way you tell it. This is poetry not gangster rap"

"There's a difference?" Jesse quipped.

Brennan then turned to Shall who was still laughing at Jesse.

As soon as his eye met hers her laughter ceased but her smile never left.

"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?" Brennan softly whispered

"Thou art more lovely and more temperate."

"Shakespeare obviously never met Shal," Jesse added only gaining a nasty look and a pop on the back of the head from Emma. But Brennan and Shalimar didn't seem to notice he existed.

"Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,"

"And summer's lease hath all too short a date."

"Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,"

"And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;"

"And every fair from fair sometime declines,"

"By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;"

"But thy eternal summer shall not fade"

"Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st;"

"Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,'

"When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st:"

 "So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,"

 "So long lives this, and this gives life to thee."

Jesse noticed Shall's eyes never left Brennan's and Emma clung to his every word.

By the time Brennan was finished it was as if even the birds had hushed to listen to his words.  It wasn't till Brennan smiled over at him that Jesse realized he too was staring like a lovesick child.

"Ok so there is something to this Poetry thing." Jess admitted, "Chicks dig it."

"I would lend you the book Jess but there are no pictures."

"Ouch! And I was going to invite you to go to the movies with us." Jesse pouted

"Yea, come on Bren, Jess is buying." Emma added quickly slapping her hand over Jess's mouth before he could object.

"Ok, I guess," Bren smirked as he stood up from the ground, "I have never seen the rich kids wallet before, I can't wait to see how much someone can buy with two moths and a piece of lint"

"Hey, did he call me a skin flint." wincing as everyone walked past him.

"Yes, he did." Shalimar giggled.

"Oh, Ok!. I just didn't want him talking over my head."