Title: New York! New York!
Chapter 1: The Family
Author:
Disclaimer: None of the characters in this story are mine. I am left my little fantasies of what would happen to these characters.
Summary: Miles invites Sabrina and Roxy to come to New York with him for a three day weekend in fear of spending three days alone with his family. R&R
Author's Note: I don't really remember that episode, "Do you see what I see?" and the story would probably have been better in the description of Mile's mother, if I remembered.
Category: Sabrina the Teenage Witch- Drama- G
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"Please Sabrina?" He pleaded, his hands laced together as he begged. She sighed and sat up from her position on the couch. "Miles, what could possibly be so terrible about spending two weeks with your family?"
"There're my family Sabrina!" He paused for a second and sprang up, whining again. "Please!"
"Okay, Miles! I'll go!"
"Go where?" They looked over at Roxie who stuffed a Cheeto in her mouth, throwing herself down on the couch. "To New York and spend a three day weekend with Miles and his family. Hey, want to come?" The last part asked excitedly, praying for a yes. "Nope. One Goodman is more than enough."
"Well, what are you doing this weekend?" Miles inquired.
"Going home to Barbie and Ken, that's what."
"Barbie and Ken?" She took in another cheese puff. "My bubbly older sister and her plastic husband with the plastic hair."
"And that's better than going to New York?" Sabrina looked hopefully over to the roommate on the couch. "Sabrina…"The blond pouted, her eyes pug. "Please, Roxie… please."
"I guess it's better than spending an eternity in my living room listening to stories about pet names and first kisses."
"Great!"
"But what makes you think your aunts are going to say 'yes'?"
"I'm a responsible, mature adult. Why wouldn't they say 'yes'?"
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"Absolutely not!" Sabrina huffed, "But why not?"
"Hilda and I had a hard enough time with you living away from home, so I-"
"It's only for two weeks!"
"No!"
She looked around and then called out. "Aunt Hilda!" A few moments later Hilda was hidden behind a barrage of armor and shields. "Not this again."
"What?" The six hundred-year-old witch asked innocently. "You know what. We've been through this already. You were supposed to throw this junk out."
"It's not junk. I'll have you know that this genuine artifact is the first thing Henry VIII took me out in." She patted the iron front. "And that was five centuries ago!"
"Memories are forever." They had been ignoring Sabrina's yells at trying to get their attention and know found metal bars attached to their faces. They mumbled something to the young witch who removed the two seals. "Sabrina, what is this about?"
"Sabrina wants to spend an entirety of two weeks in New York." Hilda turned to Zelda. "And who says she can't?"
"Hilda!"
"Memories are forever, and Sabrina should be making her own." She paused and smile, "After all, I wouldn't want her to be six hundred-years-old and never had a day of fun in her life…like some people I know."
"I'll have you know that I've had plenty of fun!"
"Oh yeah like what?"
"Like the time…like when I was almost engaged."
"Oh please! He ran off with Marie Antoinette, a day before the wedding. Not much you could do!"
"Mm-" Zelda mumbled, and realized the bars had returned. "You're wandering off the topic here!" She zapped, allowing their free speech. "Have a good time Sabrina."
"Woohoo!" The excited witch held up her arms in the air in celebration.
"What?" Zelda looked genuinely shocked. "I think Sabrina should go." Zelda exhaled. "Fine, but if anything happens it's on your head, sister!"
"So I can go?" Sabrina looked hopeful. "Yes you can Sabrina." Hilda said finally and accepted the grateful hug from her niece. "Woohoo!"
"On one condition." She waited impatiently. "Well, what is it."
"Your magic." Zelda pointed and watched as her niece's magic finger was transported into a small box. "Why my magic?"
"There a lot of people in a city that big. You can't take the risk." Sabrina exhaled and contemplated for a second before shrugging and shouting out again. "Woohoo!"
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They passed the shined lobby of immense building with its golden numbers securely fastened on the front of the teal covering. The building was the odd ball in the brownstones of Soho. The large room stretched towards the elevator at the turn of the corner and the entered the lit room. The elevator was lavishing just the same and the two girls continued to look around in awe as they had at the departure from Grand Central. There was a ding as the door opened and they entered the narrow crème decorated hall of simulated orchids. He rang the tiny black buzzer centered on the door and waited for a reply. It was a little while and a couple more buzzes later when the door opened and a broad suit clad man appeared in the door way. He eyed the three silent 19 year olds and called back into the house. "Look Helen, it's the idiot that ruined his life for alien hunting!" He ignored his wife disapproving look and went on. The man's face was carefree in his nonchalant disposition and even the black hair that peeked through the gray seemed to brighten him.
"Hi Dad." The man stepped aside and three stepped in placing their luggage on the wine colored carpet. The girls eyed the glass cabinet with the small crystal figures and the bookshelf stacked full with what you could plainly see were all books financial. They noticed the high burgundy padded armchair and the smaller crème sofas and settees on the other side of it. There was even a brick fireplace whose mantel had been adorned with wooden and dark modern looking objects. All this before Mrs. Goodman rose to greet them. She was obviously a fairly kind woman, all shown in her smile and she embraced her soon with an open heart Her smell of cinnamon enveloping him. "Oh Sweetie," she pulled away and looked him up and down at adoringly. "Let me get a look at you." She grinned and then looked over at the two girls who were at their own devices, looking on at the home. "And who are these lovely young ladies?" They turned to her and smiled politely. Her husband, who had sat in the large chair, held his pipe in the ashtray on the small table. "Looks more like the boy's planning a menage a trois. There's hope for you yet." The comment was ignored, more being that no one had a way to reply to something like that. "Hi, I'm Sabrina and this is Roxie." She graciously shook her hand and Roxie smiled again, shyly and almost hidden as she repeated Sabrina's greeting of hand shaking. "Friends from college, Mom. They've never been to New York before."
"Well then, there's a lot to see, isn't there? It's a bit late now, you'll be better off sight seeing tomorrow. Uh… I'll show you where you can put your things." They walked with their bags down a corridor as the scent of cider and smoke was smelt. Roxie and Sabrina took notice of the black and white photographs and paintings on either side of the walls. "Do you girls mind sharing a room, Mile's sister is staying here also."
"No we don't mind." They said almost in unison. They entered room, struck with the color of lavender and dropped their bags on the white carpet. "I'll leave you to unpack. Make yourself at home. The guest room drawers are always empty." They turned to her and smiled, as she left with Miles.
"I feel like just walked into an episode of 'All in the Family'." Roxie said aloud while seating herself down the over padded full sized bed on one side of the room. "Really? Reminds me more of a 'Country Time Lemonade' commercial. His mom sure is nice though."
"Hence, Edith Bunker. His father's not the welcoming type though." Sabrina just nodded. "This room is huge."
"And there's still space for two dressers, a night table and matching sheets. It's scary." Sabrina ran her hand along the lace that covered the top of the oak furniture, more cheapened versions of the porcelain decorated the lace with small jewelry boxes and figures. They unpacked their bags in the next hour having the occasional arguments concerning space, but made it through well enough. They left the room closing the door behind them. Mrs. Goodman's voice piped up. "We're having a bit of a late dinner girls so just follow me into the dining room. This room matched the first in elegance and comfort just as much as the rest they had seen and Miles greeted them at the table, seating himself next to Roxie, Sabrina on her other side. The places were set at the table and Mile's parents sat at each head of the table. They began eating making conversation in between bites. "You have an amazing home, Mrs. Goodman."
"Thank you, Sabrina."
"That's curtsey of the accounting business. You hear that boy?" Mr. Goodman added. "So what are you majoring in, Sarena?" She ignored his mistake, getting the nature of this guy and answered his question. "Journalism, Sir."
"Journalism, eh? Those tabloids and papers fill your head with junk. Become a real writer and write somethin' great like 'Conan the Barbarian'."
"It's Sabrina, not Sarena, Dad and she is a real writer. The tabloids and newspapers aren't just filled with junk. In fact, I don't think that 'Conan the Barbarian' is even a real book."
"Sure, I'm going to take that coming from someone who believes in little green men from Mars." Miles mouthed a word that came out stifled when a voice interrupted him. "Oh the battle of the Titans. This is why I love these family dinners." All eyes turned to the voice as she sat, her blonde hair upturned on the ends, with that infamous 'Farrah hair'. "Watch your mouth girl. I'm not going to take smart ass comments from a twenty three year old with pounds of make up splattered across her face like some pubescent teenage girl." She rolled her eyes at him and turned to Mile's guests. "Miles hasn't run screaming with embarrassment yet, so I take it the 'There is no proof of aliens' speech has yet to be given?" Miles answered for the two. "Nope, he's holding out tonight."
"I'm disappointed." Her tone was dull as she commented on her father. "You can deliver your smart ass comments when you get your ass back in college and finish medical school."
"Mindy was studying to be a doctor-" Mrs. Goodman's informing was cut off by her daughter.
"Not by choice."
"She had a change of heart." Her daughter nodded and smiled. "Right."
"This was before she blew her future. Don't know why you kids do this to yourselves."
"Must be genetic."
"Probably from you're mother's side."
"You mean staying at home and caring for your kids is more of a failure than spending your waking hours filing taxes and handling finances until you drop dead?"
"Stop twisting my words little girl. I never said that."
"It was implied." Through the dinner Roxie smiled, chuckling to herself, wondering how Miles came from a family quite like this one. Sabrina wondered the same thing, only a little less amused. The tables were cleared and Mr. Goodman sat smoking his pipe in the living room and his wife, after much persuasion sat in her room, reading a book her daughter had given her. "Here Mom, I think you should have this, and remember, it's the 21st century now. If you get any ideas, they can't condemn you for acting on them." She read the title. "The Scarlet Letter?" Miles was brushed off by Mindy and like the others, went to his own devices.
The gushing of the water filled the air of the kitchen and clashes of dishes rubbing against one another in the dish drainer had become rhythmic. "So what are you really doing with Miles?"
"We share a house on campus." Sabrina informed. Roxie continued the filling in. "Our living situation with Galacticboy was just a technicality. We're still waiting for the Martians to come collect him." Mindy smiled, "I like you. Why are you so quiet anyway?"
"You're father's…"
"You can say it."
"A neurotic sociopath."
"I was leaning towards jackass, but okay." She packed the last dish in the drainer and all three dried their hands on the towels on the tiled countertop. "Miles is probably going to take you to the famous sights. So when you get back we're going to Studio 51 or the 21 Club tomorrow night. Introduce you to a some urban college guys."
"God…" Roxie said in a bit of disgust as she sat in the effeminate room.
"What?"
"It looks like someone puked pink all over your furniture." Mindy took a small tube from her pocket, undid the cap and ran it across her lips. "It matches my favorite gloss." The scent of strawberry filled the room and Mindy smacked her lips.
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She knocked on the door, and heard the muffled voice of acceptance from behind the door. It creaked as she turned it slowly. She stepped inside and left it narrowly open. She spotted him on the floor, kneeling as he fiddled with his telescope. "Hey." He absentmindedly answered, "Hey." During the excited silence after his greeting she viewed the room. Every corner of the room to no surprise of Sabrina was covered in thick black paint. There were various posters and pictures of starry skies and aliens. There was an alien on every side. Aliens on skateboards, aliens on rails, and aliens pointing like Uncle Sam. "Having fun yet?"
"Loads." She sat herself on the bed. "Now I understand why you didn't want to come."
"At least you guys are here, so it shouldn't be all that bad." There was a pause again and then he asked, "So," he sat beside, "where is Roxie?"
"Where else? Rox is with Mindy, most likely making fun of you."
"Who's idea was it to bring her along?"
"Uh…don't remember."
"Why aren't you with them?"
"Just not my scene." He looked on at her and then nodded to himself. "Kicked you out huh?"
"Apparently I'm too perky." He stood up, "Come on." He left his room with her following.
"Wow…"
"I know! Didn't he have the biggest head?"
"And all this time I thought it was just a technicality that he would one day grow into."
"I used to think the same thing." He cleared his throat, interrupting their awe. "Hey Little Brother, nice to see you could join us." She looked up from her spot on her carpet in the middle of her room. He seated himself on a chair by her desktop computer and Sabrina on the bed avoiding the stacks of photo albums sprawled across the floor.
"It was a glandular problem." Roxie looked over to the defensive brother. "At least now I know your connection to the aliens." Mindy made the connection of Roxie's words.
"Abnormally large heads." They laughed to themselves and Mindy grabbed another book of memories. "Here's a picture of Mile's wearing my life size Barbie's clothes." Roxie grinned, but Miles snatched the book before she was able to dabble in his pain. "I was seven!" Mindy rose to her knees and pinched his cheeks in a tease-filled voice. "And what a cute little girl you were."
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Maybe I over did it on Mile's house. God knows I don't live in a "Country Time Lemonade" commercial, but for $20, 000 a month, I should be. I'm living vicariously here, people.