Two Roads Diverged In A Yellow Wood
a.k.a. Genevive
By Shelly (singcraz)
Disclaimers: You know the concept.
Thanks to the world and to television, thanks for the Everwood viewers, thanks for food and for funny friends, but mostly thank you all my great reviewers!
Ditey: there will be many many many many confrontations in this story, and they will all be delightful, to us, to read. But maybe not so delightful for the characters, especially Ephram, since he seems to be in the middle of all of them!
LizTheSlayer: I'm a regular Albert Einstein, I know. Thanks bunches!
C-Chan: chapter 8 should have all the answers to your wonderful questions. I think, yeah, it will. I wrote a rough draft but I hate it so I have to start over. Damn. :-)
Faith: he he he (evil cackle) I'll make you wait! Naw, I don't really know anything that will happen in chapters farther then the next one.
Please, keep reviewing you guys! This isn't enough! My last review thank you notes took up a whole page! This is... this is... nothing. A Blah. Yes, I will call this measly quarter of a page... a Blah. But thank you everyone who did take time to review. Love ya all lots!
This chapter is devoted to: Ditey my very good IT C-Chan, my most frequent reviewer Claire-ion because you've been my friend through Gen and school, mostly PE. God Bless You My Child (just kidding, well, I mean if there is a god I hope he blesses you, but I'm just kidding. It was a joke, but now it doesn't seem funny. I have a very twisted mind and it seems that just a few seconds ago it became untwisted, or something because I felt serious for a second. And worried that you'd take this whole thing the wrong way. And panic. And Now I'll shut up. Again.)
CHAPTER 7
"What, where are we going?" Ephram asked Genevive. They were running down the street, hand in hand and Gen was practically pulling him along. He kept giving her questioning looks and would laugh as Genevive tried to dodge oncoming traffic.
"To the movies, silly! I mean, it is Friday, movie night!" she shouted over her shoulder as she practically ran right into a woman carrying 6 grocery bags. Ephram suddenly stopped. Gen tried to keep pulling him, but it was no use, his feet were planted.
"Wait, there is no movie theater in Everwood, at least I don't think so. I mean, we used to see movies every Friday, you'd think I'd know..." he trailed off.
"Believe me, there is. It's so old, just like in that movie "The Majestic". Today it's all Marilyn Monroe, and they're showing "Some Like It Hot" in 20 minutes!" That had always been Genevive's favorite movie. Ephram started running again and in about ten minutes he was breathless. He was going to say something, but it wouldn't come out. He gasped for air when Gen stopped him. She looked up and Ephram followed her lead. Above his head was a huge movie theater. It was very vintage, but completely restored. In big letters was the name of the theater: FOREVERWOOD. Below it were smaller block letters that read "Marilyn Marathon: SOME LIKE IT HOT!" Gen was in awe. She too gasped for breath, but she was able to get some words out. "Here...it...is..." Ephram chuckled (or tried to). Genevive had always been an old movie buff, especially when it came to Marilyn Monroe. She also had a wonderful sense of direction. They bought their tickets, got some Whoppers, and sat in their seats.
For about 30 minutes they watched old News Reels about "The Wonders Of Radiation!" and "Penicillin: The Big Mistake!" Right when the movie was about to start, Gen looked around. She perked up and looked over the seats. Not a single person was there, and it was dead silent. Ephram picked up and searched around for a single head in front of them. Still none. They looked at each other and smiled.
"It's like our own theater!" Ephram exclaimed in his husky voice. They stood up and each ran to the opposite end of the theater, Gen to the back and Ephram to the front.
"How's the weather way down, Mr. Brown?" Gen yelled.
"Never better! And way up there?" he shouted back.
"Ditto," Genevive giggled and ran down to the front row. The movie started and she crept up silently, hardly ever taking her eyes off the screen. There were no armrests separating the seats in the front, so Gen found Ephram spread out on his back. She crawled into the crevice between Ephram's torso and the chair back, and laid her arm on his stomach. Ephram's heart started beating faster and he sweated a bit. They stayed like that through most of the movie, and when the lights faded back on, they walked home. It was dark already, and streetlights were on. Gen checked her watch.
7:32 PM.
On the way back, they saw Amy and Bright bickering silently in the street.
"No! I'm not going to talk to him so you can get a girl! It's not worth my humiliation!"
"C'mon Amy! Please...?" Bright was begging. "He's your friend!"
"Once again, no! I'm not going to talk to- Ephram? Hi," she was cut off but addressed Ephram lightly. He didn't say anything and looked down at their shoes instead. Amy chewed on her lips nervously as her face reddened. Her brain reeled and she was overcome by thoughts of Ephram. *I'm sorry, Ephram! I didn't mean to embarrass you! It wasn't supposed to be like this, * Bright stopped and smiled at Gen. She smiled back and gave a small wave. When Gen and Ephram walked past, he looked up at her again.
"Are those... bowling shoes?" he asked.
"Mmmmm, maybe?" she laughed. Ephram's face lit up at her wacky red shoes and she punched his good arm lightly. "My little lefty," she said. She remembered always calling Ephram that when they were younger, before their innocence and naivety slipped away. * It's amazing that one night can change you from a child to an adult, even when you're so young...* she thought to herself. Well, she had invited him over; it must've been at least a little intentional. When she heard footsteps behind her, her pace quickened. "C'mon, I need a shower," she told Ephram.
"Why are you walking so fast?" he asked.
"Because your best friend is following us," she said while looking over her shoulder. Ephram turned around just in time to see Bright jogging up to them.
"Why'd you have to meet him?" Ephram sighed.
"You can't blame me! Blame my parents for giving me magnetic genes. Plus, this doesn't help!" she stated pointing to the tattoo curling over her belly button and Ephram nodded understandingly. It was somehow seductive. * She must be used to all the extra attention. Hell, that tattoo is why we met!* He remembered it well.
~FLASHBACK~
Ephram was 12 years old and in seventh grade, just going punk rock. He was sitting with his best friend, the Hobbit freak Smaug, and they were talking about how cool Joey Ramone was when Smaug left to get more grease-drenched school pizza. Ephram was looking around the room for something to focus on, and to look for his other friends Liz and Mickey. They were nowhere in sight when he saw a beautiful girl with long blonde hair.
*That's probably why Amy seemed so appealing when I moved here, * he thought.
She was wearing a midriff shirt and some army dog tags, and there was a rose tattoo peeking out from under her shirt. She looked out of place, but easily tried to talk to a lot of the boys. He couldn't stop staring at the mark on her stomach and practically held his breath. When she started to walk towards him, he expected a slap for staring and maybe some whiplash if he was unlucky. But instead, she sat right across from him and started the conversation.
"You look worthy," she stated as she turned his head to get a better look at him. "My name's Genevive Loisel, I just moved here from LA. I don't have many friends yet and the boys here are all stiffs. But I thought you looked pretty laid-back and really cute so I came here to talk to you. Now your turn."
"Is, is that real?" he asked, pointing to her stomach.
"The tattoo? Yeah. But that's still about me..." she smiled dazzlingly. Smaug was starting to walk back, but when he saw the girl, he winked and recoiled into the boys' room.
"Okay. My name's Ephram Brown. I live with my mom, dad, and 5-year-old sister Delia. I've lived here all my life, I play the piano with my grandpa, and my idol is Joey Ramone," he stated. She looked pleased when he added the worst part. "Oh yeah, and my dad's a famous brain surgeon,"
"Hmmm," she said with a contemplative look on her face. "Andrew Brown?" she asked.
"Yep," he took a sip of his chocolate milk and locked eyes with her.
"Hmmm," she repeated. "Well, I live on 77th street, and so do you, I know because I saw you this morning. I know you ride your bike and I don't have a ride home, so today I'm getting a ride on your handlebars. Meet me at the bike racks after 6th period. Ciao!" she said as she walked off. Ephram just sat stunned.
~FLASHIN~
Bright finally caught up with them. He cut between Genevive and Ephram and draped his arm around Gen languorously.
"Hmmm, look where my arm ended up!" he stated.
"Yep, it can land in the weirdest places," Genevive kidded as she picked his arm off and placed it around Ephram. Bright looked disgusted, took it off, and slapped Ephram's hurt elbow a little too hard to be playful.
"Ouch," Ephram eyed Bright evilly. Bright paid no attention and turned back to Gen.
"You are so funny, Genevive," he laughed.
"I know," she laughed and placed her hand on her chest proudly.
"So I bet you've been thinking about that Sadie Hawkins dance, huh?" he asked her.
"Oh yeah, all day," she said sarcastically, rolling her eyes and looking at Ephram. His head was turned away to hide his feelings but she could see his scowl in the reflection of a shop window. She wanted to hold him and tell him she was sorry about Bright, but that wouldn't be too great with Bright standing right there.
"Don't you really really want to ask someone?" he pressured her, stepping closer.
*Gen, don't fail me now. Don't give in, * Ephram thought. He knew he was being the jealous one, and it wasn't fair, but he more then liked Genevive.
"Of course! Ephram?" she said cutting Bright off and touching Ephram's arm. His scowl faded a bit, waiting for the rest. "Go to the dance with me," He smirked and turned to face her again.
"Sure," he chuckled as Genevive kissed his lips, keeping her eyes open because they were still walking.
"Thanks for reminding me, Bright!" she said as she hugged him. He didn't want to let go, so he squeezed her body closer so he could feel her breath on his neck and he wrapped his arms around her protectively, but she backed off and linked arms with Ephram. "See you later, Rabbit!" she called over her shoulder as they walked off.
"That's Abbott!" he hollered back.
"I know!" Gen laughed out.
~*~*~*~
"You can't be serious about this dance thing!" Ephram whispered.
"Would I screw around with you?" she asked. Ephram smiled widely unconsciously and suggestively at her choice of words. "Don't answer that. What I'm saying is, yeah, I'm serious. It could be fun. You'd be dancing with me; they might play semi-decent music and, Oooh! I could choose a dress!" Ephram wrinkled his nose. "C'mon, don't be like that. You'll have a chance to make all the guys jealous, you and I are the best dancers, and I promise I won't flirt with more then one guy. Ple-ease?" she begged as her bottom lip pouted out more then usual and her eyes got wide.
"Fine," he mumbled.
Genevive clapped. "Yay!" she jumped up and down. "Oh! I have to go get a dress! I'll be right there!"
"Sure," Ephram hid his excitement well behind another scowl, but inside he was really very happy. This was the perfect chance to get all the guys jealous of him. Not like he cared too much, but hey, a guy has to make friends sooner or later! He walked the rest of the way home with his jacket collar flipped up against the cold. Once he got home, he walked upstairs despite his father's nonstop questioning.
"Where were you? Where's Gen? How come you guys just ran out like that? It's 9:00!" Andy asked. He wasn't worried, just curious. He trusted Gen.
"Out. Out. We wanted to go out. Thanks for the time but I have a watch and my curfew's not until midnight. Gen is shopping for a dress and when she gets back tell her I'm in the shower and to help herself to anything that exists IN MY ROOM." He bounded upstairs to the shower and stepped inside. He closed the door behind him and could immediately smell the clean scent of soap and shampoo. After he was fully undressed, he turned the shower tap on as hot as it could get. The steaming water hit his skin like little bullets, and it was hard to shower with only one hand, but for a whole 45 minutes all he could think about was Genevive.
" Genevive. Gen. Genevive Marie Loisel. Genevive Marie Loisel-Brown. Now that has a nice ring. One thing that doesn't is Genevive Marie Abbott. Yep. That sounds like crap. Smelly crap. Yeah, right," he kept repeating. He hopped out of the shower and grabbed a towel. He wrapped the towel around his waist and looked in the mirror. It was all fogged up so he shrugged and splashed some cold water on his face. He shook his hair out with his hands and rubbed away some of the fog on the mirror. * Maybe just Genevive Marie Brown, * he thought as he lifted his head and looked in his face. Standing behind him was Gen.
His face reddened quickly. "How much did you see?" he asked, spinning around to face her.
"Oh, nothing I've never seen before," she smiled suggestively and raised her eyebrows.
"Which means..."
"Everything," she giggled. "C'mon! Don't get all defensive on me! It was cute!" Ephram rolled his eyes. Genevive grabbed a hand towel and snapped it at his butt as he walked out. "Whew! Drop the towel cabana boy!" she shouted.
"You wish," he rolled his eyes again as he stepped out.
"Haha! On guard!" she shouted as she snapped the towel again and he shut his bedroom door behind him. Five minutes later, Ephram stepped out shaking his hair dry with his towel. Genevive stepped up to him and he handed her the damp towel.
"I believe you wanted to take a shower?" he assumed calmly.
"Yeah, but a bath seems much more appealing right now," she answered as she stepped into the bathroom. When Ephram heard the bathwater running, he laid on his bed. He rolled over and looked at his clock.
10:01 PM
He heard the water shut off and a satisfied sigh come from the bathroom, and he slowly fell into a deep, deep slumber.
A/N: THE END! No, I'm kidding! That would be so evil just to jump that on you. Once again, this was written in a state of insomnia, it just came to me as I was falling asleep. The next chapter is coming soon! And if the situation gets sticky, blame the Dreyers family (that means you, Kelsey Hersh) cuz I was eating that ambrosia while writing this too.
As Always,
~*~Shelly~*~
Disclaimers: You know the concept.
Thanks to the world and to television, thanks for the Everwood viewers, thanks for food and for funny friends, but mostly thank you all my great reviewers!
Ditey: there will be many many many many confrontations in this story, and they will all be delightful, to us, to read. But maybe not so delightful for the characters, especially Ephram, since he seems to be in the middle of all of them!
LizTheSlayer: I'm a regular Albert Einstein, I know. Thanks bunches!
C-Chan: chapter 8 should have all the answers to your wonderful questions. I think, yeah, it will. I wrote a rough draft but I hate it so I have to start over. Damn. :-)
Faith: he he he (evil cackle) I'll make you wait! Naw, I don't really know anything that will happen in chapters farther then the next one.
Please, keep reviewing you guys! This isn't enough! My last review thank you notes took up a whole page! This is... this is... nothing. A Blah. Yes, I will call this measly quarter of a page... a Blah. But thank you everyone who did take time to review. Love ya all lots!
This chapter is devoted to: Ditey my very good IT C-Chan, my most frequent reviewer Claire-ion because you've been my friend through Gen and school, mostly PE. God Bless You My Child (just kidding, well, I mean if there is a god I hope he blesses you, but I'm just kidding. It was a joke, but now it doesn't seem funny. I have a very twisted mind and it seems that just a few seconds ago it became untwisted, or something because I felt serious for a second. And worried that you'd take this whole thing the wrong way. And panic. And Now I'll shut up. Again.)
CHAPTER 7
"What, where are we going?" Ephram asked Genevive. They were running down the street, hand in hand and Gen was practically pulling him along. He kept giving her questioning looks and would laugh as Genevive tried to dodge oncoming traffic.
"To the movies, silly! I mean, it is Friday, movie night!" she shouted over her shoulder as she practically ran right into a woman carrying 6 grocery bags. Ephram suddenly stopped. Gen tried to keep pulling him, but it was no use, his feet were planted.
"Wait, there is no movie theater in Everwood, at least I don't think so. I mean, we used to see movies every Friday, you'd think I'd know..." he trailed off.
"Believe me, there is. It's so old, just like in that movie "The Majestic". Today it's all Marilyn Monroe, and they're showing "Some Like It Hot" in 20 minutes!" That had always been Genevive's favorite movie. Ephram started running again and in about ten minutes he was breathless. He was going to say something, but it wouldn't come out. He gasped for air when Gen stopped him. She looked up and Ephram followed her lead. Above his head was a huge movie theater. It was very vintage, but completely restored. In big letters was the name of the theater: FOREVERWOOD. Below it were smaller block letters that read "Marilyn Marathon: SOME LIKE IT HOT!" Gen was in awe. She too gasped for breath, but she was able to get some words out. "Here...it...is..." Ephram chuckled (or tried to). Genevive had always been an old movie buff, especially when it came to Marilyn Monroe. She also had a wonderful sense of direction. They bought their tickets, got some Whoppers, and sat in their seats.
For about 30 minutes they watched old News Reels about "The Wonders Of Radiation!" and "Penicillin: The Big Mistake!" Right when the movie was about to start, Gen looked around. She perked up and looked over the seats. Not a single person was there, and it was dead silent. Ephram picked up and searched around for a single head in front of them. Still none. They looked at each other and smiled.
"It's like our own theater!" Ephram exclaimed in his husky voice. They stood up and each ran to the opposite end of the theater, Gen to the back and Ephram to the front.
"How's the weather way down, Mr. Brown?" Gen yelled.
"Never better! And way up there?" he shouted back.
"Ditto," Genevive giggled and ran down to the front row. The movie started and she crept up silently, hardly ever taking her eyes off the screen. There were no armrests separating the seats in the front, so Gen found Ephram spread out on his back. She crawled into the crevice between Ephram's torso and the chair back, and laid her arm on his stomach. Ephram's heart started beating faster and he sweated a bit. They stayed like that through most of the movie, and when the lights faded back on, they walked home. It was dark already, and streetlights were on. Gen checked her watch.
7:32 PM.
On the way back, they saw Amy and Bright bickering silently in the street.
"No! I'm not going to talk to him so you can get a girl! It's not worth my humiliation!"
"C'mon Amy! Please...?" Bright was begging. "He's your friend!"
"Once again, no! I'm not going to talk to- Ephram? Hi," she was cut off but addressed Ephram lightly. He didn't say anything and looked down at their shoes instead. Amy chewed on her lips nervously as her face reddened. Her brain reeled and she was overcome by thoughts of Ephram. *I'm sorry, Ephram! I didn't mean to embarrass you! It wasn't supposed to be like this, * Bright stopped and smiled at Gen. She smiled back and gave a small wave. When Gen and Ephram walked past, he looked up at her again.
"Are those... bowling shoes?" he asked.
"Mmmmm, maybe?" she laughed. Ephram's face lit up at her wacky red shoes and she punched his good arm lightly. "My little lefty," she said. She remembered always calling Ephram that when they were younger, before their innocence and naivety slipped away. * It's amazing that one night can change you from a child to an adult, even when you're so young...* she thought to herself. Well, she had invited him over; it must've been at least a little intentional. When she heard footsteps behind her, her pace quickened. "C'mon, I need a shower," she told Ephram.
"Why are you walking so fast?" he asked.
"Because your best friend is following us," she said while looking over her shoulder. Ephram turned around just in time to see Bright jogging up to them.
"Why'd you have to meet him?" Ephram sighed.
"You can't blame me! Blame my parents for giving me magnetic genes. Plus, this doesn't help!" she stated pointing to the tattoo curling over her belly button and Ephram nodded understandingly. It was somehow seductive. * She must be used to all the extra attention. Hell, that tattoo is why we met!* He remembered it well.
~FLASHBACK~
Ephram was 12 years old and in seventh grade, just going punk rock. He was sitting with his best friend, the Hobbit freak Smaug, and they were talking about how cool Joey Ramone was when Smaug left to get more grease-drenched school pizza. Ephram was looking around the room for something to focus on, and to look for his other friends Liz and Mickey. They were nowhere in sight when he saw a beautiful girl with long blonde hair.
*That's probably why Amy seemed so appealing when I moved here, * he thought.
She was wearing a midriff shirt and some army dog tags, and there was a rose tattoo peeking out from under her shirt. She looked out of place, but easily tried to talk to a lot of the boys. He couldn't stop staring at the mark on her stomach and practically held his breath. When she started to walk towards him, he expected a slap for staring and maybe some whiplash if he was unlucky. But instead, she sat right across from him and started the conversation.
"You look worthy," she stated as she turned his head to get a better look at him. "My name's Genevive Loisel, I just moved here from LA. I don't have many friends yet and the boys here are all stiffs. But I thought you looked pretty laid-back and really cute so I came here to talk to you. Now your turn."
"Is, is that real?" he asked, pointing to her stomach.
"The tattoo? Yeah. But that's still about me..." she smiled dazzlingly. Smaug was starting to walk back, but when he saw the girl, he winked and recoiled into the boys' room.
"Okay. My name's Ephram Brown. I live with my mom, dad, and 5-year-old sister Delia. I've lived here all my life, I play the piano with my grandpa, and my idol is Joey Ramone," he stated. She looked pleased when he added the worst part. "Oh yeah, and my dad's a famous brain surgeon,"
"Hmmm," she said with a contemplative look on her face. "Andrew Brown?" she asked.
"Yep," he took a sip of his chocolate milk and locked eyes with her.
"Hmmm," she repeated. "Well, I live on 77th street, and so do you, I know because I saw you this morning. I know you ride your bike and I don't have a ride home, so today I'm getting a ride on your handlebars. Meet me at the bike racks after 6th period. Ciao!" she said as she walked off. Ephram just sat stunned.
~FLASHIN~
Bright finally caught up with them. He cut between Genevive and Ephram and draped his arm around Gen languorously.
"Hmmm, look where my arm ended up!" he stated.
"Yep, it can land in the weirdest places," Genevive kidded as she picked his arm off and placed it around Ephram. Bright looked disgusted, took it off, and slapped Ephram's hurt elbow a little too hard to be playful.
"Ouch," Ephram eyed Bright evilly. Bright paid no attention and turned back to Gen.
"You are so funny, Genevive," he laughed.
"I know," she laughed and placed her hand on her chest proudly.
"So I bet you've been thinking about that Sadie Hawkins dance, huh?" he asked her.
"Oh yeah, all day," she said sarcastically, rolling her eyes and looking at Ephram. His head was turned away to hide his feelings but she could see his scowl in the reflection of a shop window. She wanted to hold him and tell him she was sorry about Bright, but that wouldn't be too great with Bright standing right there.
"Don't you really really want to ask someone?" he pressured her, stepping closer.
*Gen, don't fail me now. Don't give in, * Ephram thought. He knew he was being the jealous one, and it wasn't fair, but he more then liked Genevive.
"Of course! Ephram?" she said cutting Bright off and touching Ephram's arm. His scowl faded a bit, waiting for the rest. "Go to the dance with me," He smirked and turned to face her again.
"Sure," he chuckled as Genevive kissed his lips, keeping her eyes open because they were still walking.
"Thanks for reminding me, Bright!" she said as she hugged him. He didn't want to let go, so he squeezed her body closer so he could feel her breath on his neck and he wrapped his arms around her protectively, but she backed off and linked arms with Ephram. "See you later, Rabbit!" she called over her shoulder as they walked off.
"That's Abbott!" he hollered back.
"I know!" Gen laughed out.
~*~*~*~
"You can't be serious about this dance thing!" Ephram whispered.
"Would I screw around with you?" she asked. Ephram smiled widely unconsciously and suggestively at her choice of words. "Don't answer that. What I'm saying is, yeah, I'm serious. It could be fun. You'd be dancing with me; they might play semi-decent music and, Oooh! I could choose a dress!" Ephram wrinkled his nose. "C'mon, don't be like that. You'll have a chance to make all the guys jealous, you and I are the best dancers, and I promise I won't flirt with more then one guy. Ple-ease?" she begged as her bottom lip pouted out more then usual and her eyes got wide.
"Fine," he mumbled.
Genevive clapped. "Yay!" she jumped up and down. "Oh! I have to go get a dress! I'll be right there!"
"Sure," Ephram hid his excitement well behind another scowl, but inside he was really very happy. This was the perfect chance to get all the guys jealous of him. Not like he cared too much, but hey, a guy has to make friends sooner or later! He walked the rest of the way home with his jacket collar flipped up against the cold. Once he got home, he walked upstairs despite his father's nonstop questioning.
"Where were you? Where's Gen? How come you guys just ran out like that? It's 9:00!" Andy asked. He wasn't worried, just curious. He trusted Gen.
"Out. Out. We wanted to go out. Thanks for the time but I have a watch and my curfew's not until midnight. Gen is shopping for a dress and when she gets back tell her I'm in the shower and to help herself to anything that exists IN MY ROOM." He bounded upstairs to the shower and stepped inside. He closed the door behind him and could immediately smell the clean scent of soap and shampoo. After he was fully undressed, he turned the shower tap on as hot as it could get. The steaming water hit his skin like little bullets, and it was hard to shower with only one hand, but for a whole 45 minutes all he could think about was Genevive.
" Genevive. Gen. Genevive Marie Loisel. Genevive Marie Loisel-Brown. Now that has a nice ring. One thing that doesn't is Genevive Marie Abbott. Yep. That sounds like crap. Smelly crap. Yeah, right," he kept repeating. He hopped out of the shower and grabbed a towel. He wrapped the towel around his waist and looked in the mirror. It was all fogged up so he shrugged and splashed some cold water on his face. He shook his hair out with his hands and rubbed away some of the fog on the mirror. * Maybe just Genevive Marie Brown, * he thought as he lifted his head and looked in his face. Standing behind him was Gen.
His face reddened quickly. "How much did you see?" he asked, spinning around to face her.
"Oh, nothing I've never seen before," she smiled suggestively and raised her eyebrows.
"Which means..."
"Everything," she giggled. "C'mon! Don't get all defensive on me! It was cute!" Ephram rolled his eyes. Genevive grabbed a hand towel and snapped it at his butt as he walked out. "Whew! Drop the towel cabana boy!" she shouted.
"You wish," he rolled his eyes again as he stepped out.
"Haha! On guard!" she shouted as she snapped the towel again and he shut his bedroom door behind him. Five minutes later, Ephram stepped out shaking his hair dry with his towel. Genevive stepped up to him and he handed her the damp towel.
"I believe you wanted to take a shower?" he assumed calmly.
"Yeah, but a bath seems much more appealing right now," she answered as she stepped into the bathroom. When Ephram heard the bathwater running, he laid on his bed. He rolled over and looked at his clock.
10:01 PM
He heard the water shut off and a satisfied sigh come from the bathroom, and he slowly fell into a deep, deep slumber.
A/N: THE END! No, I'm kidding! That would be so evil just to jump that on you. Once again, this was written in a state of insomnia, it just came to me as I was falling asleep. The next chapter is coming soon! And if the situation gets sticky, blame the Dreyers family (that means you, Kelsey Hersh) cuz I was eating that ambrosia while writing this too.
As Always,
~*~Shelly~*~