Title: Fumbling Towards Ecstasy
Author: WickedWillow1 aka Isabela aka Steph
Summary: It's the journey that counts, not the destination. Can the ever-
growing love between Josephine and Ephram withhold a whole new set of
obstacles? Sequel to Southern Rose. Read and Review, all your favorite
characters are back, and a few fresh faces!
~*Maybe I'd be better on my own
no one ever seems to understand me*~
21 year old Josephine Lawson sat contently on her old, floral print couch, desperately trying to think up an idea for a song. She had been living in Spain for almost a year, going to a small college by day, and working as a waitress at a little bistro by night. Chasing her dreams had been harder then she had imagined, and a rock hit just didn't come to you easily. Listening to her mother's words, which were that you could never be successful with out having truly experienced life, she moved to Europe to try to pursue a singing/song-writing career. So far, there was no such luck.
~*It's easier for me to be alone*~
Joe, or Josephine as most people called her now, had a cramped apartment, that always had some kind of a leak, or squeaky door. It was home though. The furnishings weren't much better. All she had been able to afford was a horrible looking floral print couch, with a matching chair, a rickety coffee table, and a small twin sized bed with a dresser to match. Her kitchen was where she spent most of her time. It was the nicest room in the apartment, with its marble imitation counter tops, and a nice table with French style chairs left behind by the last owner. There was a window next to the table with a beautiful view of the ocean. Most of her songs were written while sitting next to that window.
~*But there's still a piece of me that feels so empty*~
Leaving Everwood hadn't been as easy as she thought it would. She and Ephram had dated all through high school, ever since the summer after her first year in Everwood. When graduation rolled around, things were still left unsaid, and Joe wasn't sure what she wanted at that point. Ephram was off to New York, to go to the prestigious Julliard, and asked Joe to join him. Of course, she accepted, thinking she'd be happy living in New York again. Boy was she wrong. Something about New York was just suffocating her. Maybe it was the fact that she knew Ephram was ready to propose. Commitment was never Joe's specialty, and she just wasn't ready for marriage. So, without much notice, she ran off to Europe. Since then she had only spoken to Ephram once, in a letter she had written to him, just to be courteous and let him know she was all right.
~*I've been all over the world
I've seen a million different places*~
Joe had first tried living in Paris, upon her father's wishes. It hadn't worked out though. Living in the "city of love" was pretty uncomfortable when you had no one to call your own. So then she tried Italy, and Germany, and finally settled in Spain. At one point she had contemplated going back to Everwood, or possibly Texas, but she knew that it'd be too painful. There'd be to many reminders of what she had given up.
~*But through the crowds and all the faces
I'm still out there looking for you*~
Everyday she wondered if she had made the right choice. She wondered if Ephram hated her for it. If he was as unhappy as she was. Everyday she had to stop herself from buying a ticket to New York. From going back to what she once had. There was no doubt in her mind that he had someone new. That he had moved on. That she was no longer in his heart. It hurt to think that, and it hurt even more to try to move on. But she tried anyways. Even if she was lying when she told herself she was over him.
~*Where are you now?
I'm trying to get by with never knowing at all
what is the chance of finding you out there?
Or do I have to wait forever?*~
The salty Mediterranean breeze made the white curtains dance, taking Joe's
hair with it. She smiled to herself, watching a few children play together on the narrow cobblestone path below. She had always dreamed up living in Europe, but not like this. Not alone, not wishing for something else.
~*I write about things I'll never know
and I can't find a moment just to slow down*~
Joe looked down at her yellow legal pad. There were a few lines of a song scribbled out on it in red pen. It was a song about a woman happily living on her own, trying to stay as far away from loving as possible. It was just the opposite for Joe. She wanted to love, and be loved, more than anything, but she couldn't bring herself to be with someone else. Sure, she had went out a few times, but after the first or second date, she broke it off. No matter what she never could fully open herself to anyone else. Work was hectic anyways. The area of Spain she lived in brought a lot of tourists, so she was needed at the restaurant to translate.
~*It makes me think I'll never have the chance
to figure out what it's all about
so tell me what it's all about*~
Eyeing the small stack of mail on the table, Joe lent forward to grab it. A certain postcard caught her attention. It had a picture of snow-capped mountains on the front, so she pretty much knew whom it was from. She turned it around carefully, and read the message.
"Dear Joe,
How're you? Everyone around here is doing pretty well. Well, it's almost November, meaning the holiday season is just about here. How about you come home for Christmas? We all miss you so much, and it'd be great if you could come home this year. Well, you know how to reach me. Please consider it, Joe.
Love,
Aunt Nina xoxo"
Joe set the letter down, and looked out the window. She missed her family more then ever, and maybe a trip to Everwood was just what she needed. Maybe it would give her the closure she had been seeking.
~*Where are you know?
I'm trying to get by with never ever knowing at all
and I still don't know
where are you now?
I'm trying to get by with never ever knowing at all
what is the chance of finding you out there?
Or do I have to wait forever?*~
A/N: Finally, the long (well short) awaited sequel to Southern Rose! I hope everyone liked the first chapter. Remember, reading plus reviews equals? UPDATES! Make sure you leave your comments/questions/suggestions/thoughts, so I can make this fic as reader-friendly as possible! As the Spanish say, El Dios Bendice! Ciao!
Isabela
~*Maybe I'd be better on my own
no one ever seems to understand me*~
21 year old Josephine Lawson sat contently on her old, floral print couch, desperately trying to think up an idea for a song. She had been living in Spain for almost a year, going to a small college by day, and working as a waitress at a little bistro by night. Chasing her dreams had been harder then she had imagined, and a rock hit just didn't come to you easily. Listening to her mother's words, which were that you could never be successful with out having truly experienced life, she moved to Europe to try to pursue a singing/song-writing career. So far, there was no such luck.
~*It's easier for me to be alone*~
Joe, or Josephine as most people called her now, had a cramped apartment, that always had some kind of a leak, or squeaky door. It was home though. The furnishings weren't much better. All she had been able to afford was a horrible looking floral print couch, with a matching chair, a rickety coffee table, and a small twin sized bed with a dresser to match. Her kitchen was where she spent most of her time. It was the nicest room in the apartment, with its marble imitation counter tops, and a nice table with French style chairs left behind by the last owner. There was a window next to the table with a beautiful view of the ocean. Most of her songs were written while sitting next to that window.
~*But there's still a piece of me that feels so empty*~
Leaving Everwood hadn't been as easy as she thought it would. She and Ephram had dated all through high school, ever since the summer after her first year in Everwood. When graduation rolled around, things were still left unsaid, and Joe wasn't sure what she wanted at that point. Ephram was off to New York, to go to the prestigious Julliard, and asked Joe to join him. Of course, she accepted, thinking she'd be happy living in New York again. Boy was she wrong. Something about New York was just suffocating her. Maybe it was the fact that she knew Ephram was ready to propose. Commitment was never Joe's specialty, and she just wasn't ready for marriage. So, without much notice, she ran off to Europe. Since then she had only spoken to Ephram once, in a letter she had written to him, just to be courteous and let him know she was all right.
~*I've been all over the world
I've seen a million different places*~
Joe had first tried living in Paris, upon her father's wishes. It hadn't worked out though. Living in the "city of love" was pretty uncomfortable when you had no one to call your own. So then she tried Italy, and Germany, and finally settled in Spain. At one point she had contemplated going back to Everwood, or possibly Texas, but she knew that it'd be too painful. There'd be to many reminders of what she had given up.
~*But through the crowds and all the faces
I'm still out there looking for you*~
Everyday she wondered if she had made the right choice. She wondered if Ephram hated her for it. If he was as unhappy as she was. Everyday she had to stop herself from buying a ticket to New York. From going back to what she once had. There was no doubt in her mind that he had someone new. That he had moved on. That she was no longer in his heart. It hurt to think that, and it hurt even more to try to move on. But she tried anyways. Even if she was lying when she told herself she was over him.
~*Where are you now?
I'm trying to get by with never knowing at all
what is the chance of finding you out there?
Or do I have to wait forever?*~
The salty Mediterranean breeze made the white curtains dance, taking Joe's
hair with it. She smiled to herself, watching a few children play together on the narrow cobblestone path below. She had always dreamed up living in Europe, but not like this. Not alone, not wishing for something else.
~*I write about things I'll never know
and I can't find a moment just to slow down*~
Joe looked down at her yellow legal pad. There were a few lines of a song scribbled out on it in red pen. It was a song about a woman happily living on her own, trying to stay as far away from loving as possible. It was just the opposite for Joe. She wanted to love, and be loved, more than anything, but she couldn't bring herself to be with someone else. Sure, she had went out a few times, but after the first or second date, she broke it off. No matter what she never could fully open herself to anyone else. Work was hectic anyways. The area of Spain she lived in brought a lot of tourists, so she was needed at the restaurant to translate.
~*It makes me think I'll never have the chance
to figure out what it's all about
so tell me what it's all about*~
Eyeing the small stack of mail on the table, Joe lent forward to grab it. A certain postcard caught her attention. It had a picture of snow-capped mountains on the front, so she pretty much knew whom it was from. She turned it around carefully, and read the message.
"Dear Joe,
How're you? Everyone around here is doing pretty well. Well, it's almost November, meaning the holiday season is just about here. How about you come home for Christmas? We all miss you so much, and it'd be great if you could come home this year. Well, you know how to reach me. Please consider it, Joe.
Love,
Aunt Nina xoxo"
Joe set the letter down, and looked out the window. She missed her family more then ever, and maybe a trip to Everwood was just what she needed. Maybe it would give her the closure she had been seeking.
~*Where are you know?
I'm trying to get by with never ever knowing at all
and I still don't know
where are you now?
I'm trying to get by with never ever knowing at all
what is the chance of finding you out there?
Or do I have to wait forever?*~
A/N: Finally, the long (well short) awaited sequel to Southern Rose! I hope everyone liked the first chapter. Remember, reading plus reviews equals? UPDATES! Make sure you leave your comments/questions/suggestions/thoughts, so I can make this fic as reader-friendly as possible! As the Spanish say, El Dios Bendice! Ciao!
Isabela