Title: New York! New York!
Chapter 2: Whole Day
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 three day weekend in fear of spending two weeks 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- G
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The scene from the night before repeated itself with two missing as the other four sat around the large mahogany table. He drew the tie up to his neck and cleared his throat. "Honey, why don't you sit down and have breakfast?" He clicked the latches of his briefcase closed and turned to his wife with the apron on, placing the plates in front of the ones she served her breakfast to. "We've gone through this every day for twenty-five years Helen, I've got a business to run, no time for breakfast." Miles picked up his fork. "All hail the Chrysler Building!" Mindy picked up her glass of orange juice and held it like Miles did his fork. "Here, here!"
"Shut up!" Their father retorted before leaving the room and a slam of the door was heard. The housewife untied her flowery apron and walked into the dining room, seating herself at what both girls thought obvious as 'her' seat. "So, what is everyone planning on doing today?"
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"Not much Mom, I just thought that since Miles and his friends are going to be out sight seeing all day, I'd go down to Washington Square and buy things with Daddy's money."
"Good for you dear."
"What about you, Mom?"
"I'm going crocheting with my friends from the Church Group. You know I-"
"Look at the time!" Miles and Mindy said in unison, cutting off their mother. "We really should be going Mom." Miles pulled out his chair and grabbed his plate, walking out of the kitchen, Mindy following. Leaving the unsure girls with the mother whom continued her speech on crocheting.
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They walked along the sidewalk of the busy street Mile's hands filled with large paper and coated bags.
"Here." Sabrina pointed to the glass of a shop. "A coffeehouse?" She watched Sabrina walk into the shop. "Who cares where we eat. I just want to put these bags down." She ran in front of Miles and stopped Sabrina in her tracks.
"What is it with you and guys in coffee shops?" She was ignored and turned to see whom Sabrina had locked eyes with. "Josh?"
"Oh my God, Sabrina?" Roxie couldn't help but roll her eyes. "Why am I not surprised?" She walked over to the sofa where Miles had plopped down after unloading the bags onto the floor.
"What are you doing here?" They pulled away from the hug they had acted on and smiled at one another. "I'm here with Miles and Roxie. What are you doing here?"
"I'm here with my cousin, Lori, she lives up here. My parents thought it would be nice if I came to see the little brat."
"I am not a brat!" There was a scream from a small dark hair girl appearing to be about ten. She looked up at Josh. "Cassie, this is Sabrina. Sabrina, this is Cassie, my cousin." The girl looked back at Sabrina and grinned. "So…this, is Sabrina. Joshie's told me a lot about you. Like how he just loves-" Josh slapped a hand, stifling her, "peaches. I just love peaches."
"Uh… yeah, me too!"
"Hey, I've got an idea, why don't we have some peaches together?"
"Great!" The girl looked back over to the new encounter's friends. "Aren't you here with people?" Sabrina threw a hand, oh, them? No! Well, yes, but they don't mind!" She went over to Roxie who was indulging herself in a mug and to Miles who was falling asleep over one of the bags. "Hey guys, Josh and I are going to go out on are own, you don't mind, do you?" Roxie looked up slowly at the girl. "Cappuccino. Go away." Sabrina raised her brows and moved to Miles. "Miles?" No response other than his snoring was enough for her. She walked back to the two. "See, don't mind at all!"
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Hilda knelt down rummaging through her closet, loud clanging and bangs filling the air. "Aha!" She pulled out a large Golden Horn from the closet. "Well, what about this?"
"Hilda…it's a gold horn."
"Atilla gave it to me after conquering Rome." Zelda shook her head and spoke firmly. "No." Hilda went back to searching. "This?"
"A battle axe?"
"This?"
"It's you…in stone." Hilda sat back and grinned. "Yeah…Erick the Red was mad about me."
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She dried the plate with the free cloth on the rail of the stove and hummed to herself as she finished the washing of her last dish. She walked to the drainer and suddenly squeezed her eyes shut at the pain she was abruptly experiencing. She cried out, her mind feeling pangs of agony and unease. She held a hand on her temple; the plate shattering on to the floor as she waited for the wretchedness to subside like it always did, ignoring the intensity of this particular one as she went on with her work.
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She placed her Carmel flavored coffee on his vacant desk beside her and looked over at Miles who she had accidentally spilled coffee on during his sleep at the coffeehouse where he had been resting his head on her shoulder. She watched him return from the bathroom and drop down beside her. She looked down at his pants and smirked. "Quite the brown stain you've got there, Galacticboy." He looked over at her. "Yeah well," he glared at her through the corner of his eye and she concealed a smile. She fell on her back and looked up at the ceiling while he busied himself with his books on abductions and astronomy. He turned his head to her when he heard the small sound of awe she made. "What?"
"That's incredible." She mumbled to herself, but he heard all the same. He looked up. "Yeah…. My dad helped me put it up when I was younger. Number one reason I painted my room black was so that I could look at the artificial stars and lights he had built into the ceiling." There was silence as they both looked up at the great mass of falsified constellations and fake signs of burning fire. "Why-"
"I was a kid. It was just one of those things where they tell you that you can be anything you want to be. I guess he figured it was just a phase." She sat up remembering the bitterness of the words that were first said to Miles during his return, and how easily they had come off his father, how easily Miles overlooked the fact that they might of hurt, only a little. "Miles-" They both jumped slightly when the door was swung open and the sound of Mindy's voice interjected. "Hey, Roxie, come on."
"We're leaving?"
"Of course not. It's not even nine yet, we have to get ready. Sabrina's back from her orgy." Roxie slowly stood. "I'll see you later Miles." She stated before leaving.
She turned the door of Mindy's bubble gum room and spotted Sabrina in Mindy's "vanity chair". She stood behind her and raised an eyebrow. "Orgy?" She smacked her lips and stood, turning to Roxie. "It wasn't an orgy."
"Oh yeah? I found Perky Princess here and her coffee shop hunk making out in front of the crowds at Washington Square Park."
"You?" Roxie asked in disbelief. Sabrina turned a bright red behind the rouge she wore and bit the insides of her mouth. "Where was the kid he was with?"
"Having her picture drawn by a cartoonist. Platonic relationships can only go so far." She smirked. "Not bad." There was a slight silence and Roxie spotted the other two primped girls looking on at her. "What?"
"You haven't been made up. You're not going to Twillo looking like that."
"Twillo?"
"The club."
"I'm fine the way I am." Mindy held a black tubular object in her hand. "Mascara can't hurt you Roxie."
"Unless you poke me in the eye with it and the ink splatters itself across my eyeball, evoking blindness."
"You can't be serious." She watched them pout, Mindy waving the object.
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The florescent lights shone on her face as she flirted with the spiky hair blonde, running her finger along the rim of her cocktail glass. After fifteen minutes he had begun to bore her and she waved him away taking another sip of her drink. "For you." She looked over at the waitress who placed a drink in front of her dark hair friend. Roxy raised her eyebrows and smiled at the choice of drink chosen for her, rather than the fact that someone had sent it. "Hold on there Meryl Strepp. This is Eighth Avenue and this isn't 'Friends'. Check to make sure your sender is the right sex before taking the offer." She rose herself slightly, leaning over the bar. "Hey, Mike, you know who sent her this drink." He took the cloth, polishing the crystal glass. "Yeah, it was that guy over there." He pointed to a guy on the other side of the room that had shown up walking over to the recipient. She returned to her position with her legs crossed and leaned over to Roxie. "Don't recognize him. Cute, though."
"Hi, I'm Jack." He held out a hand and she cautiously took it. "Roxie." Mindy grinned and turned the stool away from the budding conversation. She spotted Sabrina who seemed to have become excessively horny since she came to the Apple. Her body was pressed against Josh's as they swayed more than danced, to the techno music. She spotted a new victim and flirted with him from across the room, an art she'd learned from many nights through the obstacle of fake smog and lights at the 21 Club and the Twillo. He tilted his head to the side and slyly smiled at her. She jumped from her stool and slowly approached him, navigating through the crowd. They were silent, still smiling at one another, and took one another's jackets, preparing to sit at one of the many round tables in the club. "Whoa…." She raised her brows and bulged out her eyes when she saw that her admirer had…unlikely male parts. She took her jacket from the seat she placed it on and walked back to her spot on the stool. She looked over at Roxie. "What happened to your loverboy?"
"He had a friend."
"And that's a bad thing?"
"They were looking for a third."
"And that's a bad thing?" Roxie continued to look at Mindy like she'd lost her mind and the blonde raised her hands. "So you're not into that, no need to judge. More is better." She took another sip of her drink. "Hey, Roxie, seen my little brother?"
"Yeah, he's lounging by a table over there. The party animal."
"Do me a favor and keep him company?"
"Miles? What for?"
"He's a college kid with no social life and has an obsession for extraterrestrial beings." Roxie sighed and walked over to the boy hunched over to the table, two new drinks in hand. "Hey Goodman, having fun, yet?" She sat herself down across from him. "I'm havin' a blast." He looked up and smiled slightly. "You look nice."
"Thanks. Brought you a little something." She placed the drink in front of him. "Fruity." She chuckled as he said the word, remembering her encounter. He sipped the multi flavored Bacardi.
She looked on at the two. Both looking tame, upsetting her hopes. She smiled as she actually saw her brother laugh for a second, opposed to the seriousness he's been sporting since he got here. She grinned when they began talking steadily, without pause, imagining Roxie's cynicism and her brother's descriptive vision of spaceships and aliens. "Hey Mindy!" She turned to face the highlights behind the counter. "Phone call for you." She jumped off her stool yet again and headed for the thin twisted railing and thanked a waitress for holding the receiver. "Hello?"
They laughed and she put a few strands of hair behind her ear. A panicked Mindy came running towards their table and the two shot her questioning looks. "Miles! We've got to leave."
"What's wrong?"
"It's Mom, she's in the hospital!"
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This part was shorter than the first, but chapter three is coming soon.