Cry Me A River
Fenmore returns to Genoa City. There will be a Fen/Summer/Kyle triangle that leads to an interesting place (I think!). I feel like Kyle needs some competition. He just has it way too good lol It will feature other YR characters we love ... and love to hate.
Preface
There's something about Nashville nights.
Lounging in a deck chair beside the above-ground swimming pool, left ankle resting on right knee, soda bottle in his fist; Fenmore Baldwin is full of whimsical thoughts. Lyrics to country songs he'll never sing run through his head. If he had a notebook handy, he might scribble them down.
He's done his best to eke out a life here. He has a job. It's mostly grunt work as the assistant to a small-time music producer, and it doesn't pay well, but it's something. He's clean. He hasn't had so much as a whiff of beer in months. Alcohol was never his drug of choice, but he avoids it anyway. He's trying.
He shares a small two-story house with five other guys and one girl—a petite brunette named Rose. She's cute enough in a doll-like sort of way, and she's shown interest in him, but Lord help him, he's still attracted to blondes. Maybe he always will be.
He shakes his head. Best not to think about blondes, especially not any particular blonde. There's a good thousand miles between him and his past. It's best to keep said past back in Genoa City.
Sitting under the clear, midnight sky, he thinks perhaps he's escaped the intrusion of another potent memory.
And then the phone rings.
Xoxoxo
It's Summer. The last person he expected to call him.
His hands falter on his cell phone, big, clumsy, useless. He catches the mobile before it falls to the dirt.
A million torturous thoughts piston about his brain. What does she want?
Summer sent him a couple of letters. Most recently, a birthday card. He never answered any of the messages. Truthfully, he didn't even read them. Just shoved them into a box underneath his bed. He told himself to leave Summer back in Genoa City, where she belonged.
But he can't, because she's reaching out to him now.
The phone continues to ring. Fenmore finally answers, but only because he's half-convinced himself this call is about his parents. They're getting older. Maybe they're hurt or sick. Never mind that his uncle Kevin would have been the one to call him up if they were in danger.
"H-hello?" His voice wavers.
"Fenmore!" Summer cries. Her voice is high, emotional, frantic. "Fen, I need you!"