Two Roads Diverged In A Yellow Wood
a.k.a. Genevive
By Shelly (singcraz)
Disclaimers: I don't own the show Everwood, but I do own the character Genevive.
Spoilers: Just that you know what Everwood's about. If you've never seen the show, I suggest you turn around before it's too late.
Thank you guys for reading this! Especially my loyal servants who eat out of the palms of my hands! Muahahaha! (Meaning that I'm entirely hyper, not on crack, and I'm talking about my reviewers).
I enjoyed writing it, but I've had a lot on my plate, so it may take a while to update chapters through this story. On with the story!
CHAPTER 3
Ephram took a deep breath before his back slapped the surface of the water. As he got beneath the glassy top, he opened his eyes. Finding that it didn't sting, he widened his eyes and moved backwards before the girl could dive in on top of him. He got to a spot where he could breathe and not be seen. It was so placid; he dipped his head up just enough to take a breath and to see Gen searching for him. She kept turning around, and whenever she heard something move in the water, she's whip around and her hair would fall in her face. He enjoyed watching her search in her sopping wet shirt and let out a small chuckle when he realized that his thoughts towards her were less then angelic. She obviously heard.
"Ephram?" she shouted. When he didn't answer, she continued. "Eeeephram!?" she shouted once more, a little more longing in her voice. "Ephram, where the hell are you?" she practically whispered, but Ephram heard and took off his shirt, creeping up behind her. "C'mon! This isn't funny!" she yelled, shaking either from fear, or the freezing water. He stood up behind her.
"Neither was that stunt you pulled a few minutes ago," he stated as he wrung his wet shirt out on top of her (before entirely dry) head. She screamed and turned around in shock and slapped his arm playfully.
"You bad, bad man!" she said while pulling her (now sopping) hair into a short little ponytail. She kicked him in the shin underwater, and he smiled playfully. He could always surprise her. She was smart, but pretty gullible. His smile suddenly faded as he looked at her glowing face.
"Here, you have a smudge of dirt on your face. H-here, I'll get it." Ephram licked his thumb and wiped it on her face. She closed her eyes and was put in a trance by this contact, but he suddenly pulled away. * This is just weird * Ephram thought. * I haven't seen her for three months and already it seems like we're still dating. Man, she's only been here for five hours. I should get a grip. I feel... * Ephram hesitated, * ...happy, there, I said it. I'm happy. Otherwise I'd be able to wipe this stupid smile off my face. I'm so... ahhh. Wait, what am I? GOD DAMNIT I LOVE AMY NOT GENEVIVE! * he tried to convince himself. Gen's eyes fluttered open like green little butterfly wings, and she stared at him. She had the deepest green of eyes, like a forest. "There, it's gone," he said, lowering his hand that was inches from her face. She just stood there looking up at him. He could almost see the halo over her head, and it annoyed him. A minute later, Gen looked down at her hands, breaking the thread that held their gaze. Ephram coughed.
"I-I can't stand uncomfortable silences," she said while wringing her now shaking hands. Ephram coughed again because of this uncomfortable stance, and Genevive looked around. She suddenly saw a big boulder jutting out of the water. "C'mon," she said and laced her fingers with his, and Ephram trailed after her, like a moth to the flame. They were able to walk partway to the boulder, but after Ephram's tiptoes couldn't reach the murky sand, they swam. Gen could see the muscles in Ephram's bare shoulders contracting and it sent a small shiver down her spine.
The rock was right in the middle of the river, and lay right in a large sunbeam peaking through the trees surrounding it. When the teenagers reached it, Ephram got up skillfully and held his hand out for Gen to grab on. He helped pull her up, and when they stood, they were less then a foot away from each other. * I should kiss her, just kiss her and get it over with. * He looked to the sky as if searching for an answer from the Heavens, but when it didn't come, he looked back into her eyes. He finally convinced himself to do it, then they'd be equal and there would be no questions about her kiss earlier. But just as he was about to lean in, she pulled away and walked the other end of the rock. Ephram stepped carefully to where she was, and laid next to the spot she had claimed. With his bundled up T-shirt as a pillow, he shaded his eyes from the sun. He could already feel his fair skin burning. He looked at Gen as she tugged her Stones shirt off. He quickly shut his eyes so as not to see, but she spoke suddenly.
"You can open your eyes. It's just a bathing suit. Besides, it's not as if you've never seen me like that before," Ephram took this into consideration and opened his eyes a tiny bit.
"Oh," he nodded, and shielded his eyes again.
"What's become of you Ephram Brown? No smartass comment, no trademark smirk? No... anything?" she asked curiously.
"Nope," he said at last. She was somewhat surprised and disappointed, but quickly relaxed and sank down onto the hot boulder. Her shoulder was up against his, and she craved a cigarette, but controlled herself.
"You've lost a lot of weight, Ephram," she said, looking him up and down.
"Well, when all your dad cooks is crap, it's hard not to eat a whole lot," he said. He knew he had. He looked almost scrawny. But he did have some muscle and that made up for it.
"Oh," she closed her eyes and lay down.
* That seems to be the word of the day, * Ephram thought. "Gen?" he asked after a moment of silence.
"What is it Ephram?"
"Why'd you kiss me back there?" he asked suddenly. She sighed and licked her lips. She leaned up on her shoulders and turned her face towards the sun. Ephram watched her beautiful skin bronze, from her smooth legs to her flat belly. It was really hot for Everwood, and he could see that her hair was already almost dry.
"Cigarette deprivation can make a person do crazy things," she said, dodging the truth like convict in court. Ephram sighed, partly from her, partly from heat exhaustion, and soon he fell asleep to the sound of her slow, silent breathing.
~*~*~*~
Amy Abbott stepped through the door to her large house and paced quickly to the couch. Her brother Bright had already claimed most of it and was laughing at SpongeBob SquarePants blowing bubbles on the screen. *My brother, the most mature man on the planet. No wait, he's mature for a seven year old. Boys, who need's 'em? Not me, no ser-ee, yes indeed-y, I don't need him and he don't need... me-D? That was weird, but it rhymed. Where did that come from? I don't need any boys, especially that one with the purple hair. Yep, he's history. I don't like him. Nope, I don't. * she thought as she dropped her backpack on the floor. She frowned and crossed her arms, plopped onto the couch, partially on top of her brother's feet, and reached for the remote. Bright quickly grabbed it and pulled his feet out from under her.
"Awwww, what's Grover upset about? Have a bad day on Sesame Street? Did Oscar threaten to beat you up?" he asked mockingly. Amy reached over to grab the remote again, only for Bright to pull it away. "No, SpongeBob stays!" Amy rolled her eyes and sighed.
* Why can't I have a normal brother? * She re-crossed her arms.
"No, wait, I'll bet you broke a nail in gym, or wait! You got a zit on your face! Oh no! You bought all that Neutrogena for nothing! I'm gonna die!" he grabbed his throat and pretended to choke after using this fake girly voice.
"Shut up," Amy punched him in the ribs playfully.
"Hey, watch it! I just had surgery!" he said with puppy dog eyes. She grabbed the remote and changed the channel to something on the American Revolution. As she watched intently, Bright stood up. * Boys, * she thought.
"Oh look Amy! There's your Ephram outside! Oh no! He's with another girl! Oh no! I can't stand it! Oh God, they're kissing! Now he won't go out with you!" Bright tried once again. Amy turned and looked out the window, but discovering that Bright was kidding, she snorted and rolled her eyes. Bright laughed.
"Bright..." she said through clenched teeth.
"Fine. You're no fun when you're pissed," he muttered, and he stormed upstairs.
"Boys," Amy repeated, this time out loud, and continued watching TV.
A/N: I hope you like this chapter. I wrote it in the dead of night while I was tired and everyone was asleep, so if it sucks, don't blame me, blame insomnia.
Love,
~*~Shelly~*~
Disclaimers: I don't own the show Everwood, but I do own the character Genevive.
Spoilers: Just that you know what Everwood's about. If you've never seen the show, I suggest you turn around before it's too late.
Thank you guys for reading this! Especially my loyal servants who eat out of the palms of my hands! Muahahaha! (Meaning that I'm entirely hyper, not on crack, and I'm talking about my reviewers).
I enjoyed writing it, but I've had a lot on my plate, so it may take a while to update chapters through this story. On with the story!
CHAPTER 3
Ephram took a deep breath before his back slapped the surface of the water. As he got beneath the glassy top, he opened his eyes. Finding that it didn't sting, he widened his eyes and moved backwards before the girl could dive in on top of him. He got to a spot where he could breathe and not be seen. It was so placid; he dipped his head up just enough to take a breath and to see Gen searching for him. She kept turning around, and whenever she heard something move in the water, she's whip around and her hair would fall in her face. He enjoyed watching her search in her sopping wet shirt and let out a small chuckle when he realized that his thoughts towards her were less then angelic. She obviously heard.
"Ephram?" she shouted. When he didn't answer, she continued. "Eeeephram!?" she shouted once more, a little more longing in her voice. "Ephram, where the hell are you?" she practically whispered, but Ephram heard and took off his shirt, creeping up behind her. "C'mon! This isn't funny!" she yelled, shaking either from fear, or the freezing water. He stood up behind her.
"Neither was that stunt you pulled a few minutes ago," he stated as he wrung his wet shirt out on top of her (before entirely dry) head. She screamed and turned around in shock and slapped his arm playfully.
"You bad, bad man!" she said while pulling her (now sopping) hair into a short little ponytail. She kicked him in the shin underwater, and he smiled playfully. He could always surprise her. She was smart, but pretty gullible. His smile suddenly faded as he looked at her glowing face.
"Here, you have a smudge of dirt on your face. H-here, I'll get it." Ephram licked his thumb and wiped it on her face. She closed her eyes and was put in a trance by this contact, but he suddenly pulled away. * This is just weird * Ephram thought. * I haven't seen her for three months and already it seems like we're still dating. Man, she's only been here for five hours. I should get a grip. I feel... * Ephram hesitated, * ...happy, there, I said it. I'm happy. Otherwise I'd be able to wipe this stupid smile off my face. I'm so... ahhh. Wait, what am I? GOD DAMNIT I LOVE AMY NOT GENEVIVE! * he tried to convince himself. Gen's eyes fluttered open like green little butterfly wings, and she stared at him. She had the deepest green of eyes, like a forest. "There, it's gone," he said, lowering his hand that was inches from her face. She just stood there looking up at him. He could almost see the halo over her head, and it annoyed him. A minute later, Gen looked down at her hands, breaking the thread that held their gaze. Ephram coughed.
"I-I can't stand uncomfortable silences," she said while wringing her now shaking hands. Ephram coughed again because of this uncomfortable stance, and Genevive looked around. She suddenly saw a big boulder jutting out of the water. "C'mon," she said and laced her fingers with his, and Ephram trailed after her, like a moth to the flame. They were able to walk partway to the boulder, but after Ephram's tiptoes couldn't reach the murky sand, they swam. Gen could see the muscles in Ephram's bare shoulders contracting and it sent a small shiver down her spine.
The rock was right in the middle of the river, and lay right in a large sunbeam peaking through the trees surrounding it. When the teenagers reached it, Ephram got up skillfully and held his hand out for Gen to grab on. He helped pull her up, and when they stood, they were less then a foot away from each other. * I should kiss her, just kiss her and get it over with. * He looked to the sky as if searching for an answer from the Heavens, but when it didn't come, he looked back into her eyes. He finally convinced himself to do it, then they'd be equal and there would be no questions about her kiss earlier. But just as he was about to lean in, she pulled away and walked the other end of the rock. Ephram stepped carefully to where she was, and laid next to the spot she had claimed. With his bundled up T-shirt as a pillow, he shaded his eyes from the sun. He could already feel his fair skin burning. He looked at Gen as she tugged her Stones shirt off. He quickly shut his eyes so as not to see, but she spoke suddenly.
"You can open your eyes. It's just a bathing suit. Besides, it's not as if you've never seen me like that before," Ephram took this into consideration and opened his eyes a tiny bit.
"Oh," he nodded, and shielded his eyes again.
"What's become of you Ephram Brown? No smartass comment, no trademark smirk? No... anything?" she asked curiously.
"Nope," he said at last. She was somewhat surprised and disappointed, but quickly relaxed and sank down onto the hot boulder. Her shoulder was up against his, and she craved a cigarette, but controlled herself.
"You've lost a lot of weight, Ephram," she said, looking him up and down.
"Well, when all your dad cooks is crap, it's hard not to eat a whole lot," he said. He knew he had. He looked almost scrawny. But he did have some muscle and that made up for it.
"Oh," she closed her eyes and lay down.
* That seems to be the word of the day, * Ephram thought. "Gen?" he asked after a moment of silence.
"What is it Ephram?"
"Why'd you kiss me back there?" he asked suddenly. She sighed and licked her lips. She leaned up on her shoulders and turned her face towards the sun. Ephram watched her beautiful skin bronze, from her smooth legs to her flat belly. It was really hot for Everwood, and he could see that her hair was already almost dry.
"Cigarette deprivation can make a person do crazy things," she said, dodging the truth like convict in court. Ephram sighed, partly from her, partly from heat exhaustion, and soon he fell asleep to the sound of her slow, silent breathing.
~*~*~*~
Amy Abbott stepped through the door to her large house and paced quickly to the couch. Her brother Bright had already claimed most of it and was laughing at SpongeBob SquarePants blowing bubbles on the screen. *My brother, the most mature man on the planet. No wait, he's mature for a seven year old. Boys, who need's 'em? Not me, no ser-ee, yes indeed-y, I don't need him and he don't need... me-D? That was weird, but it rhymed. Where did that come from? I don't need any boys, especially that one with the purple hair. Yep, he's history. I don't like him. Nope, I don't. * she thought as she dropped her backpack on the floor. She frowned and crossed her arms, plopped onto the couch, partially on top of her brother's feet, and reached for the remote. Bright quickly grabbed it and pulled his feet out from under her.
"Awwww, what's Grover upset about? Have a bad day on Sesame Street? Did Oscar threaten to beat you up?" he asked mockingly. Amy reached over to grab the remote again, only for Bright to pull it away. "No, SpongeBob stays!" Amy rolled her eyes and sighed.
* Why can't I have a normal brother? * She re-crossed her arms.
"No, wait, I'll bet you broke a nail in gym, or wait! You got a zit on your face! Oh no! You bought all that Neutrogena for nothing! I'm gonna die!" he grabbed his throat and pretended to choke after using this fake girly voice.
"Shut up," Amy punched him in the ribs playfully.
"Hey, watch it! I just had surgery!" he said with puppy dog eyes. She grabbed the remote and changed the channel to something on the American Revolution. As she watched intently, Bright stood up. * Boys, * she thought.
"Oh look Amy! There's your Ephram outside! Oh no! He's with another girl! Oh no! I can't stand it! Oh God, they're kissing! Now he won't go out with you!" Bright tried once again. Amy turned and looked out the window, but discovering that Bright was kidding, she snorted and rolled her eyes. Bright laughed.
"Bright..." she said through clenched teeth.
"Fine. You're no fun when you're pissed," he muttered, and he stormed upstairs.
"Boys," Amy repeated, this time out loud, and continued watching TV.
A/N: I hope you like this chapter. I wrote it in the dead of night while I was tired and everyone was asleep, so if it sucks, don't blame me, blame insomnia.
Love,
~*~Shelly~*~