bDisclaimer:/b Obviously, I don't own any of the characters, no matter how much I WISH I did. They belong whoever owns DAYS and/or NBC
I~ This is a kind of short chapter And I apologize for it being so late. I'm really sick right now, and having some trouble at school, and trying to figure out what I'm going to do next year, in other words, life is hectic around here, and I haven't had much time to type. Sorry! Anyway, I hope you all like the chapter, reply when your finished, tell me what ya think!
I'll try to write more soon, but it might be several days until I can get another chapter up, sorry! The end of the year is always like this around here. It sucks, I know, but I can't help it! I'll do my best to get out the chapters as fast as possible though.
Thank you everybody for your support and replies. I really, really appreciate them all. ~ /I
buLife's Lessons/u/b
IBy Jules/I
bChapter 6/b
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b** Wednesday Morning /b
Belle, Mimi, Chloe, Philip, Brandon, Hope and Taylor all went to the warehouse early in the day, ready to work. They had no idea what was awaiting them, but they were prepared for anything. Brandon had taken the day off to help with the clean up and painting, at Belle's persistence.
Brandon unlocked the huge metal door and slit it open, "Well guys, this is it!"
The place was amazing. It had three-story ceilings, huge windows, which went all the way up to the second story. The main room of the apartment was massive, to the right of the door was the kitchen, which was sectioned off from the rest of the room with a long counter over to a wall, behind which was the den. Above that was the loft. The stairs up to it were cast iron, there were two sets of stairs, that met on a landing, then joined to form a wide set of stairs up to the second floor. Under the landing was a set of French doors, which led into the den.
There was a hall to the bedrooms, one bedroom to the right, one to the left, then the master bedroom was at the end of the hallway. Plus there was a second bathroom to the left, in addition to a linen closet and a small room to the right.
The windows filled every room with light, but no matter how great, bright, and beautiful the place was, it was filthy.
It was quite obvious that no one had been there since it had been renovated and the dust, dirt, grim, and left over messes from construction showed it.
"Oh yeah, we've definitely got a lot to do here before the furniture comes tomorrow." Taylor affirmed, stating the obvious, "Not only have major clean up , but we've got to paint still, and we're going to want that to be pretty much dry before the movers come."
"Then we'd better split up." Philip concluded, "Belle, Mimi, and Hope can start cleaning the upstairs, while Brandon, Taylor, Chloe, and I clean up down here."
"Sounds ok to me." Brandon agreed, while everyone else nodded his or her consent.
"Fine." Belle walked over to the boxes they'd brought, "Let's split up the cleaning supplies. Everybody gets dust cloths, window cleaner, bathroom cleaner, Pledge, mops, and whatever else Hope packed."
Everything was distributed, and they all went their separate ways.
As Belle, Mimi, and Hope went up the stairs, Belle called back, "Hey, Brand, hit the music and crank it!"
Brandon plugged in Philip's portable CD boom box, switched on the radio and turned the volume way up.
I~*~*~*~*~*~
Sometimes I have dreams
I picture myself flying
Above the clouds
High in the sky
Conquering the world
With my magic piano
Never being scared
But then I realize
~*~*~*~*~*~ /I
Everyone bopped along to the musing, the girls singing along to the words they knew, cleaning and dancing.
I~*~*~*~*~*~
I'm supergirl
And I'm here
To save the world
And I wanna know
Who's gonna save me?
I'm supergirl
And I'm here to
Save the world
And I wanna know
Why I feel so alone
~*~*~*~*~*~ /I
Mimi was mopping the floors upstairs with pledging, spinning around, using the handle as a microphone.
While Belle cleaned the windows and danced to the music, sometimes joining hands with Mimi and whirling around with her.
I~*~*~*~*~*~
Seems like a dream
But there's one thing missing
Nobody's here with me
(Here with me)
To share in all that
I've been given
Never being scared
But then I realize
~*~*~*~*~*~ /I
Hope, who couldn't carry a tune to save her life, just smiled and shook her head at the girls' antics as she dusted.
I~*~*~*~*~*~
I'm supergirl
And I'm here
To save the world
And I wanna know
Who's gonna save me?
I'm supergirl
And I'm here to
Save the world
And I wanna know
Why I feel so alone
~*~*~*~*~*~ /I
Taylor sang along to the music, bopping her head in tune to the beat, high up on a ladder, cleaning the windows.
Chloe stood below her, shimmying up and down to the music, singing softly to herself to the words of the song.
I~*~*~*~*~*~
Hey ooh
I need someone
I won't stop till
I find the one
Who will start
Belonging in my life
I need someone
I won't stop till
I find the one
Who will start
Belonging in my life
~*~*~*~*~*~ /I
Philip started to get really into the music, and started dancing with his own mop, pretending it was a girl, spinning it around, singing, which everyone stopped and starred at, because, he was singing about how he was SuperGIRL, very loudly.
Belle, Hope and Mimi even came out of the bedrooms to see who was making the awful noise.
Philip finally noticed everyone's stares, and immediately stopped. He went back to mopping, but when everybody had gone back to working and dancing once more, he started singing softly to himself once more.
I~*~*~*~*~*~
I'm supergirl
And I'm here
To save the world
And I wanna know
Who's gonna save me?
I'm supergirl
And I'm here to
Save the world
And I wanna know
Why I feel so alone
~*~*~*~*~*~ /I
Brandon was cleaning in the kitchen, watching his family, and his fiancée's friends bop along to the music. He was quickly realizing how much he had missed in his life.
Brandon was getting more contentment from his life these days with Belle, than he ever thought he could.
I~*~*~*~*~*~
I'm supergirl
And I'm here to
Save the world
And I wanna know
Who's gonna save me
I'm supergirl
And I'm here to
Save the world
And I wanna know
Why I feel so alone
I'm supergirl
I wanna know
Who's gonna save me
I'm supergirl
And I'm here to
Save the world
~*~*~*~*~*~ /I
The group finished cleaning in a little over an hour. And despite the fact that they were grubby, they needed to paint all the rooms now.
"Ok, we've got five colors here. The pale yellow is for the baby's room, but I want to keep the trim white. Philip, Chloe, will you two do that room? It's the third door to the right. Taylor, your room is to first door to the left. I figured you'd be ok working with Hope, right?" Belle questioned.
"Sure, what color?" Taylor probed, curious as to see what her future sister-in-law had picked out for her.
"You've got a choice, lavender or pale green." Belle told her.
"The lavender please." Taylor requested, grateful that she'd been given an opportunity to choose.
"Ok, um, I've got a pale red for the hallway. Which is your job to paint Brandon."
"Whatever you say Belle." He agreed.
"I know." She tossed him a smirk, and then got back to business, "Mimi and I are painting the master bedroom. Everybody, don't forever to open the windows; the paint fumes will get way strong really quick. We have to get this done today, because the furniture is being delivered tomorrow afternoon, as you all know. And I want the walls to be pretty much dry by the time it arrives."
They all got loaded down with drop cloths, paint buckets, pants, brushes, rollers, and ladders, then got to work.
Brandon had brought the CD player upstairs, and he plugged it into an outlet in the hallway so everyone could hear it, then got to work putting down his drop cloths.
Belle and Mimi were painting the master bedroom a pale blue that had a touch of green in it.
It was the first time the two girls been alone together in months. There was a bit of uncomfortable silence between the two girls. They had been best friends for years, but they'd started keeping secrets from each other, and they never talked anymore.
Belle realized it was up to her to start the conversation, "So, how's Conner Meems?"
"He's doing much better. But he's still very susceptible for illness, so they won't let him go to school this year. It's too dangerous and could cause a relapse."
"That's too bad. I know he was really looking forward to going."
"Yeah, but he's being such a good sport about all of it. Mostly he's just glad my dad's back though. For now, if my dad tells him to do something, Conner does it, but only God knows how long that's going to last . . . ."
"Then enjoy it while it lasts. Has he been to the new house yet?"
"No, my parents don't want him to see it until it's completely done, his room all ready and waiting for him." Mimi explained.
"That's sweet." Belle cooed, whipping her sweating forehead with the back of her hand, getting a smudge of paint on her face.
Mimi giggled at the sight, "Yeah. The Wesley's can't wait to get rid of me. We have all the gifts people have been giving Conner there. Craig's study is full of toys."
"When do you move in?"
"September, a couple weeks after school starts." Mimi disclosed.
Mimi hated talking about her poverty stricken life. Not even with Belle, her best friend. The past several months were a time Mimi didn't like to speak of. She would be eternally grateful for what Belle and everyone had done for her family, but she hated being reminded of it everyday.
"Cool . . . so, what are you going to wear on the first day of school?" Belle asked, noticing that Mimi had tensed up.
Mimi immediately relaxed, and the two girls settled into a comfortable banter about clothes, and the latest movies.
~*~
b** Friday night **
** Middle of the Night ** /b
The whole house was quiet. Everyone was asleep. The night's temperature was in the 70's, so the windows were open.
An oscillating fan blew onto Belle's bed, making the loose strands from her ponytail gently swayed against her pillow. Her features were peaceful and serene as she dreamt of a picturesque future, married to Brandon, raising their baby and other future children, very happy.
JT was contentedly sleeping in his crib, as a gentle breeze blew across his face.
Bo and Hope slept peacefully in their bed, Bo's arms wrapped lovingly around Hope.
The soft sounds of the crickets and tinkling of the window chimes were disturbed by the din of an engine, which roared down the street, into the Brady driveway.
Hope awoke with a start, she leaned over to her husband and shook him, "Bo . . . Bo, someone's here!"
Bo immediately sat straight up. Everyone in this town had enemies He jumped out of bed, grabbed his gun from his holster, which was hung on the backboard, and headed downstairs in his boxers and a wife-beater (that's for all you Bo fans out there). Hope followed him, a few steps behind, slipping on her satin robe over her long white nightgown.
A scratching was heart at the door, and the couple watched as the doorknob slowly turned. Bo brought up his gun, and aimed. The door opened.
"Freeze buddy." Bo warned in a low voice, not wanting to wake the teen or baby, "I've got a gun aimed right at your heart, and I'm a perfect shot."
"Gee Dad, if I'd known this was the welcome I'd get, I would have come back much sooner." The figure told him sarcastically.
"Shawn Douglas Brady?!" Hope gasped, then ran over and hugged her son tightly, "Thank God you're alright. You scared us to death! And I have been so worried about you."
Shawn hesitantly hugged her back, "I'm ok Mom, I'm home."
"Where the hell have you been?" Bo demanded.
Shawn pulled away from his mother, and pulled his bag back up on his shoulder, "Here, there, everywhere."
"Shawn . . ." Bo's voice revealed he didn't have the patience for his son's behavior.
"Dad, I've been on the road for hours. I'm tired, I'm going to bed." Shawn didn't give his parents a chance to object. He bounded up the stairs then closed and locked his bedroom door behind himself.
Hope wrapped her arms around herself, looking to where her first son had disappeared in sadness. Bo shook his head at his son's actions, disappointed in him. He enveloped his arms around his wife, and led her back to bed; making plans in his mind for the immense punishment his son would be receiving when he got back from work the next day. And it promised to be harsh, especially after that last display.
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Please, I want replies, I know it sounds pathetic, but I live for feedback, good or bad! I need to know what you think so I know where to go with this.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
I~ This is a kind of short chapter And I apologize for it being so late. I'm really sick right now, and having some trouble at school, and trying to figure out what I'm going to do next year, in other words, life is hectic around here, and I haven't had much time to type. Sorry! Anyway, I hope you all like the chapter, reply when your finished, tell me what ya think!
I'll try to write more soon, but it might be several days until I can get another chapter up, sorry! The end of the year is always like this around here. It sucks, I know, but I can't help it! I'll do my best to get out the chapters as fast as possible though.
Thank you everybody for your support and replies. I really, really appreciate them all. ~ /I
buLife's Lessons/u/b
IBy Jules/I
bChapter 6/b
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
b** Wednesday Morning /b
Belle, Mimi, Chloe, Philip, Brandon, Hope and Taylor all went to the warehouse early in the day, ready to work. They had no idea what was awaiting them, but they were prepared for anything. Brandon had taken the day off to help with the clean up and painting, at Belle's persistence.
Brandon unlocked the huge metal door and slit it open, "Well guys, this is it!"
The place was amazing. It had three-story ceilings, huge windows, which went all the way up to the second story. The main room of the apartment was massive, to the right of the door was the kitchen, which was sectioned off from the rest of the room with a long counter over to a wall, behind which was the den. Above that was the loft. The stairs up to it were cast iron, there were two sets of stairs, that met on a landing, then joined to form a wide set of stairs up to the second floor. Under the landing was a set of French doors, which led into the den.
There was a hall to the bedrooms, one bedroom to the right, one to the left, then the master bedroom was at the end of the hallway. Plus there was a second bathroom to the left, in addition to a linen closet and a small room to the right.
The windows filled every room with light, but no matter how great, bright, and beautiful the place was, it was filthy.
It was quite obvious that no one had been there since it had been renovated and the dust, dirt, grim, and left over messes from construction showed it.
"Oh yeah, we've definitely got a lot to do here before the furniture comes tomorrow." Taylor affirmed, stating the obvious, "Not only have major clean up , but we've got to paint still, and we're going to want that to be pretty much dry before the movers come."
"Then we'd better split up." Philip concluded, "Belle, Mimi, and Hope can start cleaning the upstairs, while Brandon, Taylor, Chloe, and I clean up down here."
"Sounds ok to me." Brandon agreed, while everyone else nodded his or her consent.
"Fine." Belle walked over to the boxes they'd brought, "Let's split up the cleaning supplies. Everybody gets dust cloths, window cleaner, bathroom cleaner, Pledge, mops, and whatever else Hope packed."
Everything was distributed, and they all went their separate ways.
As Belle, Mimi, and Hope went up the stairs, Belle called back, "Hey, Brand, hit the music and crank it!"
Brandon plugged in Philip's portable CD boom box, switched on the radio and turned the volume way up.
I~*~*~*~*~*~
Sometimes I have dreams
I picture myself flying
Above the clouds
High in the sky
Conquering the world
With my magic piano
Never being scared
But then I realize
~*~*~*~*~*~ /I
Everyone bopped along to the musing, the girls singing along to the words they knew, cleaning and dancing.
I~*~*~*~*~*~
I'm supergirl
And I'm here
To save the world
And I wanna know
Who's gonna save me?
I'm supergirl
And I'm here to
Save the world
And I wanna know
Why I feel so alone
~*~*~*~*~*~ /I
Mimi was mopping the floors upstairs with pledging, spinning around, using the handle as a microphone.
While Belle cleaned the windows and danced to the music, sometimes joining hands with Mimi and whirling around with her.
I~*~*~*~*~*~
Seems like a dream
But there's one thing missing
Nobody's here with me
(Here with me)
To share in all that
I've been given
Never being scared
But then I realize
~*~*~*~*~*~ /I
Hope, who couldn't carry a tune to save her life, just smiled and shook her head at the girls' antics as she dusted.
I~*~*~*~*~*~
I'm supergirl
And I'm here
To save the world
And I wanna know
Who's gonna save me?
I'm supergirl
And I'm here to
Save the world
And I wanna know
Why I feel so alone
~*~*~*~*~*~ /I
Taylor sang along to the music, bopping her head in tune to the beat, high up on a ladder, cleaning the windows.
Chloe stood below her, shimmying up and down to the music, singing softly to herself to the words of the song.
I~*~*~*~*~*~
Hey ooh
I need someone
I won't stop till
I find the one
Who will start
Belonging in my life
I need someone
I won't stop till
I find the one
Who will start
Belonging in my life
~*~*~*~*~*~ /I
Philip started to get really into the music, and started dancing with his own mop, pretending it was a girl, spinning it around, singing, which everyone stopped and starred at, because, he was singing about how he was SuperGIRL, very loudly.
Belle, Hope and Mimi even came out of the bedrooms to see who was making the awful noise.
Philip finally noticed everyone's stares, and immediately stopped. He went back to mopping, but when everybody had gone back to working and dancing once more, he started singing softly to himself once more.
I~*~*~*~*~*~
I'm supergirl
And I'm here
To save the world
And I wanna know
Who's gonna save me?
I'm supergirl
And I'm here to
Save the world
And I wanna know
Why I feel so alone
~*~*~*~*~*~ /I
Brandon was cleaning in the kitchen, watching his family, and his fiancée's friends bop along to the music. He was quickly realizing how much he had missed in his life.
Brandon was getting more contentment from his life these days with Belle, than he ever thought he could.
I~*~*~*~*~*~
I'm supergirl
And I'm here to
Save the world
And I wanna know
Who's gonna save me
I'm supergirl
And I'm here to
Save the world
And I wanna know
Why I feel so alone
I'm supergirl
I wanna know
Who's gonna save me
I'm supergirl
And I'm here to
Save the world
~*~*~*~*~*~ /I
The group finished cleaning in a little over an hour. And despite the fact that they were grubby, they needed to paint all the rooms now.
"Ok, we've got five colors here. The pale yellow is for the baby's room, but I want to keep the trim white. Philip, Chloe, will you two do that room? It's the third door to the right. Taylor, your room is to first door to the left. I figured you'd be ok working with Hope, right?" Belle questioned.
"Sure, what color?" Taylor probed, curious as to see what her future sister-in-law had picked out for her.
"You've got a choice, lavender or pale green." Belle told her.
"The lavender please." Taylor requested, grateful that she'd been given an opportunity to choose.
"Ok, um, I've got a pale red for the hallway. Which is your job to paint Brandon."
"Whatever you say Belle." He agreed.
"I know." She tossed him a smirk, and then got back to business, "Mimi and I are painting the master bedroom. Everybody, don't forever to open the windows; the paint fumes will get way strong really quick. We have to get this done today, because the furniture is being delivered tomorrow afternoon, as you all know. And I want the walls to be pretty much dry by the time it arrives."
They all got loaded down with drop cloths, paint buckets, pants, brushes, rollers, and ladders, then got to work.
Brandon had brought the CD player upstairs, and he plugged it into an outlet in the hallway so everyone could hear it, then got to work putting down his drop cloths.
Belle and Mimi were painting the master bedroom a pale blue that had a touch of green in it.
It was the first time the two girls been alone together in months. There was a bit of uncomfortable silence between the two girls. They had been best friends for years, but they'd started keeping secrets from each other, and they never talked anymore.
Belle realized it was up to her to start the conversation, "So, how's Conner Meems?"
"He's doing much better. But he's still very susceptible for illness, so they won't let him go to school this year. It's too dangerous and could cause a relapse."
"That's too bad. I know he was really looking forward to going."
"Yeah, but he's being such a good sport about all of it. Mostly he's just glad my dad's back though. For now, if my dad tells him to do something, Conner does it, but only God knows how long that's going to last . . . ."
"Then enjoy it while it lasts. Has he been to the new house yet?"
"No, my parents don't want him to see it until it's completely done, his room all ready and waiting for him." Mimi explained.
"That's sweet." Belle cooed, whipping her sweating forehead with the back of her hand, getting a smudge of paint on her face.
Mimi giggled at the sight, "Yeah. The Wesley's can't wait to get rid of me. We have all the gifts people have been giving Conner there. Craig's study is full of toys."
"When do you move in?"
"September, a couple weeks after school starts." Mimi disclosed.
Mimi hated talking about her poverty stricken life. Not even with Belle, her best friend. The past several months were a time Mimi didn't like to speak of. She would be eternally grateful for what Belle and everyone had done for her family, but she hated being reminded of it everyday.
"Cool . . . so, what are you going to wear on the first day of school?" Belle asked, noticing that Mimi had tensed up.
Mimi immediately relaxed, and the two girls settled into a comfortable banter about clothes, and the latest movies.
~*~
b** Friday night **
** Middle of the Night ** /b
The whole house was quiet. Everyone was asleep. The night's temperature was in the 70's, so the windows were open.
An oscillating fan blew onto Belle's bed, making the loose strands from her ponytail gently swayed against her pillow. Her features were peaceful and serene as she dreamt of a picturesque future, married to Brandon, raising their baby and other future children, very happy.
JT was contentedly sleeping in his crib, as a gentle breeze blew across his face.
Bo and Hope slept peacefully in their bed, Bo's arms wrapped lovingly around Hope.
The soft sounds of the crickets and tinkling of the window chimes were disturbed by the din of an engine, which roared down the street, into the Brady driveway.
Hope awoke with a start, she leaned over to her husband and shook him, "Bo . . . Bo, someone's here!"
Bo immediately sat straight up. Everyone in this town had enemies He jumped out of bed, grabbed his gun from his holster, which was hung on the backboard, and headed downstairs in his boxers and a wife-beater (that's for all you Bo fans out there). Hope followed him, a few steps behind, slipping on her satin robe over her long white nightgown.
A scratching was heart at the door, and the couple watched as the doorknob slowly turned. Bo brought up his gun, and aimed. The door opened.
"Freeze buddy." Bo warned in a low voice, not wanting to wake the teen or baby, "I've got a gun aimed right at your heart, and I'm a perfect shot."
"Gee Dad, if I'd known this was the welcome I'd get, I would have come back much sooner." The figure told him sarcastically.
"Shawn Douglas Brady?!" Hope gasped, then ran over and hugged her son tightly, "Thank God you're alright. You scared us to death! And I have been so worried about you."
Shawn hesitantly hugged her back, "I'm ok Mom, I'm home."
"Where the hell have you been?" Bo demanded.
Shawn pulled away from his mother, and pulled his bag back up on his shoulder, "Here, there, everywhere."
"Shawn . . ." Bo's voice revealed he didn't have the patience for his son's behavior.
"Dad, I've been on the road for hours. I'm tired, I'm going to bed." Shawn didn't give his parents a chance to object. He bounded up the stairs then closed and locked his bedroom door behind himself.
Hope wrapped her arms around herself, looking to where her first son had disappeared in sadness. Bo shook his head at his son's actions, disappointed in him. He enveloped his arms around his wife, and led her back to bed; making plans in his mind for the immense punishment his son would be receiving when he got back from work the next day. And it promised to be harsh, especially after that last display.
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Please, I want replies, I know it sounds pathetic, but I live for feedback, good or bad! I need to know what you think so I know where to go with this.
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