NAYERT
Chapter One-The Arrival
"Hey Becky? Isn't your sister supposed to be coming here to visit this week?" asked Danny Tanner.
"Yeah. She's flying in from New York tonight," Rebecca Consopolus said grinning. "Sorry I forgot to tell you sooner."
"That's okay…we'll just have to clean the house starting now," Danny said, smiling. "I can't believe that your mother never mentioned her."
"Mom kind of shunned her if you will," Becky said, slowly as she sat down at the kitchen table.
"Why? Is there something wrong with her?" Danny asked, also sitting down.
"No…she's a singer," Becky replied, looking up at Danny. "My mother felt that singing didn't really put food on the table, or was a worthy profession."
"Look at Brittany Spears," Danny replied. "She made it."
"That's exactly why my mother hated singing," Becky said, grinning.
Danny chuckled and shook his head.
Just then, the back door opened leading into the backyard and Danny's two eldest daughters, D.J and Stephanie entered, followed by Joey Gladstone.
"Hey. Dad? Is Becky's sister coming tonight?" Stephanie asked, eagerly.
"Yes. We're going to pick her up around seven?" Danny asked, turning to Becky.
Becky nodded. "Her flight lands at six fifty five,"
"Hey, at least we'll be right on time," Joey said, grinning.
"I'd better go check on Niki and Alex. Jess should be home soon," Becky replied as she got up from the table and headed up to the attic.
"Hey Dad? How come Becky's mom never told us about her sister?" D.J asked, as she went over to the refrigerator and took out a container of apple juice out, then reached for a glass.
"Because she's a singer," Danny replied. "You see, Becky's mom felt that singing wasn't a good profession."
"That's cruel just to not tell people you have two daughters and just because one of them does something that you don't approve of? She still should've been behind her regardless," D.J replied frowning.
"I know…that's mean," Stephanie added sitting down.
"What's the sister's name?" Joey asked, sitting down at the kitchen table next to Stephanie.
"Emma, I think," Danny replied.
"That's a beautiful name," D.J said as she took a sip of the apple juice.
"Well, that's good…at least we won't be standing at the airport shouting "Becky's Sister, over here!" Joey replied.
Stephanie giggled.
"Or we could always use the more familiar term "Hey you"," Joey continued.
D.J grinned this time.
Then, Michelle, Danny's youngest daughter, came down the stairs. She was four. D.J was 15 and Stephanie was 12.
"Hi people," she said, brightly.
"Hey Michelle…are you excited about meeting your Aunt Becky's sister?" Danny asked, picking Michelle up and putting her on his lap.
Michelle was dressed in pink overalls and a white turtle neck shirt beneath. Her blond hair was pulled into pigtails.
"Yeah," Michelle said, eagerly. "I hope she likes chocolate cake!"
Danny laughed and set Michelle down.
"Um, Dad? I have a bit of a problem," Stephanie said, slowly.
"What's the problem?" Danny asked.
"I need to do a report on someone I look up to," Stephanie continued slowly.
"What's the problem then?" D. J asked.
"The problem is…I don't know who to pick…I look up to a lot of people,"
"Well, you could do one on your old Dad," Danny replied humbly, running a hand through his black hair.
"Or me," Joey said, then changed his voice into Abraham Lincolns. "I got a lot of stories I could tell."
Stephanie was torn. Now she had an even bigger problem…if she chose Joey, would it bother her father? And if she chose her father, she didn't want to hurt Joey's feelings either.
"Ugh…I'm going to decide this later," Stephanie said, getting up from the table and she jogged upstairs.
"She's got issues," Michelle said.
Jessie Consopolus, Becky's husband came home shortly from running an errand. They all talked excitedly about Emma coming to visit them for a week.
6:55 PM.
SAN FRANSICO INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT.
EMMA DONALDSON
I eagerly stepped off the plane and onto the Jetway. I was carrying my duffle bag on one shoulder. I was excited to meet the Tanner family. Becky has told me a lot about them.
The father, Danny, loved to be neat. That didn't bother me too much since I was the same way. Joey was basically a big kid. I loved that too. I was also the same way. I had a pretty good sense of humor. D.J and Stephanie are growing up nicely and Becky sent me pictures of her twins, Niki and Alex. They were just adorable!. Jess, her husband, was a hottie and Michelle, the youngest daughter, was just a cutie.
I was 31 years old with shoulder length dark, curly brown hair and honey colored brown eyes. I was dressed in jeans, a white tank top with spaghetti shoulder straps and a red shirt left unbuttoned over it. I had pulled two strands of my hair back and fastened it with silver clips. I had light pink eye shadow on and clear lipgloss. Around my neck, I had a gold plated name necklace and small diamond stud earrings in my ears.
I stepped into the terminal. I spied Becky right away. I squealed happily and rushed over to her.
"Hey! Oh my God you look great!" Becky gushed happily as we hugged.
"So do you!" I cried pulling back from the embrace.
Her shoulder length medium brown hair was pulled back into a ponytail. She was dressed in jeans and a white shirt.
She was standing with two guys.
"Emma? This is Danny and Joey," Becky introduced me to each one.
Danny was tall. He had short, thick black hair and blue eyes.
His jaw had dropped slightly when I had first stepped off the plane. I smiled and shook his hand.
"Hi Emma. I hope you had a nice flight from New York," Danny said, shaking my hand back.
"I did, thank you," I grinned.
I turned to Joey.
"Hi," Joey said, shyly as he too, shook my hand.
"Hey," I grinned.
Joey was about my height with short, light brown hair and green eyes. He was dressed in jeans and a baseball jersey.
"Let's get going," Becky said, brightly as she linked arms with me and we began heading out of the terminal.
"Emma? Don't you have other luggage?" Danny asked.
I turned around.
"Nope. This is all I need for a week," I said, gesturing to the blue duffle bag hanging off my shoulder. "I travel light."
I added, grinning.
Danny grinned back.
"Would you like me to take that?" Danny asked politely.
Becky and I looked at each other before breaking into identical grins.
"Sure. Thanks," I said, sliding the strap off my shoulder and handed it to Danny.
We continued out to the parking lot and climbed into a tan Ford Taurus.
Danny was driving. Becky was in the passenger seat and Joey was sitting beside me in the back seat. We pulled on our seat belts and Danny started the car. He put it in drive and we pulled out of the parking lot.
"So, Becky tells us you're a singer?" Joey asked.
"Yeah," I said, softly. "If you'd like, later on I could sing for you?"
"That would be lovely," Danny said, glancing in the rear view mirror at me.
"How'd you get started?" Joey asked.
"When I was sixteen. I used to sing in the street but now, I've got a part on Broadway in the play "Sphynx," I replied softly.
"That's a popular show I heard," Danny said. "It's about this girl that is beaten so badly that she can't identify the person that did it. Am I right?"
I saw Becky watching Joey in the outside side view mirror. I glanced at him. He looked put out.
"Um, not quite," I said, chuckling. "It's really about this girl that is beaten, yes, but she can't identify the person because it turns out it was her own husband. She was torn between turning in her husband, or letting it go."
"Oh," Danny said, blushing.
I decided to talk to Joey.
"Becky tells me you're into comedy and recording with Jess?" I asked, brightly.
"Yeah," Joey said, as he too began blushing. "I'm working on having my own comedy show."
"That's great!" I said, brightly. "I hope you could show me some of your routines later?"
"I'd love to," Joey said still blushing.
I caught Becky's eye and we broke into grins.
About ten minutes later, we pulled into the driveway of their house. We pushed open our doors and climbed out, then closed them. Danny led us into the house. We were standing in the kitchen. There was a back door that led from the backyard and driveway into the house and into the kitchen.
"Kids! Come meet Aunt Becky's sister!" Danny shouted.
Four people came jogging into the kitchen. Three beautiful girls and Jess.
"That's D.J, Stephanie, and Michelle," Danny introduced.
"Hi," D.J and Stephanie said, politely.
"Do you like chocolate cake?" Michelle asked.
"Honey, I don't think Emma wants to be asked that right now. I'm sure she's tired from her trip and hungry," Danny said, gently.
"It's okay. I don't mind," I said and bent over so Michelle and I were eye level.
"I just happen to love chocolate cake. Have you ever had chocolate mousse?" I asked.
"Whoa baby! She's great!" Michelle cried as she rushed forward and threw her arms around my waist.
I grinned.
Michelle turned to Danny.
"She's pretty too, right daddy?" Michelle asked.
Danny shifted nervously onto his left foot.
"Um, why don't you drop your stuff off in the room and we'll start dinner?" Danny said, quickly.
I could tell he was embarrassed.
"I hope I'm not sleeping in the toilet," I joked.
D.J and Stephanie laughed.
"No. You're sharing with D.J," Danny replied. "That's okay, right?"
"Sure! I don't mind," I said, brightly.
"Great. Here D.J. Take Emma's duffle bag and help her get settled," Danny said, handing the duffel bag to D.J.
"Sure. Come on Emma, I have lots of questions!" D.J said excitedly.
I followed D.J up the stairs.
"Don't hound her!" Danny's voice floated after us.
As I was unpacking, there was a knock on the door to D.J's room.
"Come in," D. J called.
The door opened and Becky stepped in.
"Hey Becky," D.J said, brightly.
"Hey. Emma, can I talk to you for a second?" Becky asked.
"Sure. Would you like me to leave?" D.J asked.
"No. You can stay. I think you've noticed what I'm about to say," Becky said.
I tilted my head, wondering what Becky was about to say.
"I think your father and Joey have a crush on you," Becky said, breaking into a huge grin.
"Oh yeah…I noticed the way they were looking at you earlier," D.J said, also breaking into a grin.
I grinned too.
"That's sweet,"
"Do you have a boyfriend back in New York?" D.J asked.
"A fiancé actually. We're supposed to get married in three months," I said.
Becky hugged me.
"Oh I'm so happy for you! You've got to tell everyone at dinner!"
"I will. When is dinner? I'm starving!"
"Dinner!" we heard Danny's voice float up the stairs.
"There ya go!" Becky said laughing.
We laughed and headed back down stairs.
We all sat down at the table. Jess and Becky were sitting at the other end. I was sitting between Michelle and Joey.
Across from me was D.J and Stephanie. Danny was at the head of the table. Jess was at the other end and Becky was beside Stephanie.
"Emma's got great news!" Becky said, happily.
Everyone looked up expectantly.
I began blushing.
"I have a fiancé. We're going to be married in three months,"
Danny and Joey looked stunned.
Stephanie was beaming.
"What's his name?" she asked.
"Mike,"
"Oh…that's wonderful! Congratulations," Danny said.
Just then, the phone rang.
"I'll get it," Jess said as he got up and went over to the phone.
"Tanner residence,"
A pause, then:
"Yes…she's here. Hold on," Jess said as he covered the mouthpiece and looked at us.
"Emma? There's someone that needs to speak to you," Jess said.
From his expression, I could tell there was something wrong.
My heart pounding, I pushed back my seat and stood up. I gently took the phone from Jess and put it to my ear.
"Hello? Emma Donaldson speaking," I said.
Every eye was on me.
"Yes. My name is Sally Majoris. I'm calling for Mike Walters," a woman's voice came on the line.
"Yes?"
"He wanted me to tell you that the wedding and engagement is over," the woman continued.
I froze. I think everyone could see something was wrong.
Joey stood up. So did Jess and Danny. The girl's were watching me with solemn expressions.
"Why didn't he tell me himself? And who are you really?" I demanded.
"Because he thought it would be better to hear it from me…his girlfriend,"
"His girlfriend?" I shrieked.
Now, everyone was alert.
"How the heck would that be better than hearing it from himself? Fine. You can have the pig," I snapped as I hung up.
I hugged myself and began pacing slightly.
"Emma? What's wrong?" Becky asked alarmed.
"Mike's girlfriend just called. The wedding and engagement is off," I said.
At that point, I felt tears forming in my eyes. I walked briskly out of the house and into the backyard.