Two Roads Diverged In A Yellow Wood
A.k.a. Genevive
By Shelly (singcraz)
Disclaimers: You know the concept. I don't own anything, otherwise, would I be writing fanfiction? NO! Heehee.
Thanks to the world and to television, thanks for the Everwood viewers, thanks for food and for funny friends, but mostly thank I all my great reviewers!
Sarah: seems like everyone loves Gen! Yay!
Faith: hope you feel bunches better!
Legwarmerz: cracking up is one of the funniest things on earth, don't you think? Read your story, it's great so far! :-)
Alien: I really personally didn't like the theater name, but everyone loved the chapter that I didn't like (the one where Amy falls out of the window), so go figure!
Meagan: thanks so much for the review! I really appreciate it!
C-Chan: as always, I loved your new chapters and your reviews, you're so sweet! The shower scene was my favorite too, and I don't meant the one in 'Psycho'! Heehee!
Ditey: You win first place for most reviews ever. I just watched 'Some Like It Hot' and 'Signing In The Rain', two of my favorite classics. I also rented 'Cruel Intentions', but that's another story all together...
LizTheSlayer: more marriage stuff in this chapter, but mucho more drama, enjoy!
ThePersonWhoDidn'tBotherToLeaveTheirName: typically Bright indeed! Heehee, what an airhead, kind of. But he's still cute (not as cute as Ephie though!)
There will be very many 'scenes' in this story, so I labeled them scene one, scene 2, scene 3, and so on and so fourth. That is how it will be from now on, so get used to it! Also, to make this more realistic and to really heat up the drama and arguments in this chapter, there will be a bit of bad cussing. It's just to get my point across; I'm not usually a cussing person. Sorry if that offends you.
Chapter 8
Scene One
Next day: 500 PM The fall dance that Genevive invited Ephram to is going to start in two hours.
Ephram sat in his room on his plain-navy-blue-bed and read with his headphones blasting whatnot. He had been shunned from the bathroom since 4:30; Genevive was convinced it was bad luck for him to see her until the dance.
"It's like the wedding thing! The groom can't see the bride until the ceremony!" she had exclaimed while rushing into the bathroom juggling, what seemed to Ephram to be, a whole beauty parlor. He had agreed to stay out of there until 6:00 and then they had to leave. The dance started an hour after that, and they needed to grab a bite to eat. Around 5:30, Ephram heard a "damnit" echo into his room.
"Do you need any help, honey-poo?" he asked sarcastically.
"If you come anywhere near this door Ephram Brown, I will be forced to commit a double homicide: you, and this stupid eyelash-curler-thingy..." she shouted sternly. "...bunny-boo," she added.
"Awww, don't take your anger out on inanimate objects! That's just mean!" he shouted back, just to annoy her. He succeeded. As he heard the unmistakable 'click' of the bathroom door locking, he decided to drop it and just shut up. About 20 minutes later, Gen finally stepped out. Ephram rushed to stand up and run his hand through his hair. When she walked in, he exhaled all the oxygen that had ever entered his lungs in one swift breath as his eyes wandered to soak up every tiny detail of her frame.
She was wearing an old, gauzy, key-lime-pie colored swing-dancing dress from the '40's, and little rhinestone heels with open toes. Her hair was curled slightly and she twirled around slowly in a partially mock way.
"How do I look?" she asked sheepishly.
*Like Marilyn Monroe,* he thought, but to save face, he quickly kept his cool. "You looked better earlier," he said while running his hand through his hair again.
"Well, we couldn't have gone in our underwear, now could we have?" she asked, her hands on her hips and her eyebrows raised.
"I guess not," he answered while trying his hardest to fathom it.
"Correctomundo, captain mon Capitan," (A/N: this is my saying, I made it up! Yes yes, I take credit, and no matter how much it may call for you to steal it... DON'T! It's my baby! Hehe!) she answered while backing up and motioning to his clothes. "You're not wearing that, are you?" she asked with extra emphasis on the word 'that'. Ephram looked down at his beat up Misfits shirt and torn, baggy jeans.
"Gasp! (And yes, he actually said 'gasp') Didn't I tell you?" he asked with false fear in his eyes. "It's a pajama party!" he exclaimed as he shouted, "Gasp!" again.
"Haha, very funny. NOT! Now change!" she shouted, slamming his door herself as she backed out. "Gasp, he he, what an idiot," she whispered to herself as she shook her head. A few minutes later, they were walking down the street, arms linked. Genevive tried to skip. "We're off to see the wizard!" she started singing.
"Please Gen," Ephram rolled his eyes.
"Fine," Gen pouted and crossed her arms in defeat. "The wonderful wizard of Oz," she sung under her breath.
Scene Two
Gen and Ephram were seated at an outdoors burger joint near the center of town called "Everwood's Everything!" (A/N: This is based on a place called O-Hi Frostie where I live. This graffiti thing is all true; it really does say this stuff on the tables.) Genevive was pointing to some of the ridiculous things people had carved into the blue-green plastic. She was holding a burger and two large packages of fries; Ephram only had a Coke. They laughed for a while and then Gen paused to set the mood for the next reading.
" 'Leslie and Lola: Luvers 4-4-4-aw oh my god! 4 ever'" She chocked out as she started cracking up. Underneath the large heart was the year '1969' and a lightening bolt shape that was poorly engraved. "This town really needs to get some new tables Ephram. I mean, who wants to heard about lesbian lovers while they're eating?" she asked as she plunged two of the fries into the pool of ketchup on her tray. She shoved the fries into Ephram's face. "Now eat. You're all bones. No flubber, no muscularity, nothing. Nada, zip," He opened his mouth in refusal and she popped them in at the same time.
"What if I'm not hungry?" he asked, his mouth full of potatoes.
"Well you'll just have to deal. And I'm not leaving until you eat this too," she stated as she shoved the cheeseburger into his hands. Although he whined and claimed that he wasn't hungry, he ate gratefully. Genevive tucked her heels behind one-another as she watched him eat, her head in her hands.
"Is this... a garden burger?" he asked.
"Yes. See, 'cuz otherwise you'd be eating someone's mother!" she supposed.
"I should have known. When did you go veggie on me?" he asked.
"The day you left. It sucked, and I didn't know that I wasn't supposed to eat Jell-O,"
"Ahhh... you gave up Jell-O?"
"Yep. It was harder then the cigarettes. You know how I was about Jell-O. The blue kind, not the red. The red kind's gross," she said calmly.
"Hm, Amy thinks the exact opposite," he answered solemnly. Right now he was still ticked at Amy. For all he cared, Colin could have her back. He was through.
"Oh, Amy. So we'd better go. The dance is about to start and they made me an offer... I couldn't refuse," she said in a Godfather voice, dodging the subject of Amy. Ephram licked the excess mayo off his fingers and stood. Genevive followed his lead and the walked the rest of the way to the school.
Scene 3
6:59 PM
The gym doors were about to open and there were more then 50 couples waiting impatiently outside. Most of the boys were ignoring their dates and gaping wide eyed at Genevive. Ephram realized this and draped his arms around her shoulders from behind in a protective fashion but the other boys took no notice. Their dates tried recklessly to get the spotlight back on them; one girl even tried to make out with her boyfriend on the spot. But even with lips locked, his eyes were on Gen. She saw this and decided to play along, blowing a kiss and waving like Miss America. The young man pointed to himself as if to ask, "You mean ME?!" and Genevive winked in response. The boy melted with a googly smile on his face. Gen turned around to face Ephram once again.
"One down, forty-nine to go," she laughed out.
"You know you really shouldn't toy with these boy's heads like that," Ephram said wearing his traditional smirk. "You're making them think they have a chance," Gen simply shrugged and smiled innocently. At 7 o'clock sharp, the large double doors opened and all the teenagers rushed in like herded cattle threatened to be branded. The madness had begun. "Houston, we have liftoff,"
Scene 4
8:32
Genevive and Ephram danced like pros; they could swing dance, slow dance, hell, they could do and would do almost anything. It looked a little shaky since Ephram could only use one arm, but Gen made due, and all eyes were still on them through most of the dance.
"We're taking requests here people!" Genevive shouted jokingly. Anonymous answers floated back.
"Salsa!"
"Swing dance!"
"Dirrrty dance!" came a few (boys) voices in unison, stretching out the word dirty as if it were a Slinky.
"Dance with me," one familiar voice shouted. The owner walked slowly up to Gen and Ephram. "And that's an order," the tall boy said as he took Genevive's hand gracefully.
"You're supposed to say 'Please Ephram, may I dance with your girlfriend?' Now try again and I'll consider the offer, Bright," Ephram sneered. Bright pulled Genevive away, but she didn't say anything. Being fought over was no fun. "Forget it," Ephram muttered as he stepped away sulkily to the 'loner' bench.
"Eph-" Genevive started as she took a step towards him and put out her hand to touch his shoulder. He was out of reach, and Bright finally pulled her into a tight embrace.
Ephram sat between a kid who looked as though he needed a puff of his inhaler every time someone looked at him and the 15-year-old, 6'6" kid with long, greasy, Beatles hair that went 'out' in 1965.
"Hey Paul Bunyan, where's Babe?" Ephram asked sarcastically as the tall boy hulked off. Ephram leaned his head against the wall as the inhaler kid kept stealing quick, nervous glances at him. *This is going to be one long night,* he thought as he shut his eyes.
Bright and Genevive were slow dancing uncomfortably. Gen had one arm on his shoulder and one on the back of his neck; Bright's hands were on her hips. He looked admiringly at her, but she kept looking at Ephram. When Bright lowered his hands, she chewed her lips until they practically bled and looked concerably (A/N: this is my new word, I made it up. It is an adjective and it means with concern, guilt, and care,) at Ephram. His eyes were fixed on hers, but his face never showed any change. It was as blank as an empty bulletin board and his emotions as unreadable as a white page. Genevive looked around for a topic of discussion, and saw a brunette wearing a bright, hot pink, glittery dress giving Genevive the death stare. Her stiletto's shined dangerously in the multi-colored light, but soon she was dancing and the drama was over, or so they thought.
"Who's that?" Gen asked Bright curiously.
"Oh, my date," he answered flatly.
Scene 5
Amy Abbott quickly paced through the crowd of teens. She just wanted to get this over with. *Let Bright dance with Gen, and then I'm outta here. This sucks,* she thought. She noticed that her brother was already with Genevive, so she searched for Ephram. She found him parked grimly in a corner, muttering whatever to himself. She walked over to him quickly.
"May I?" she asked, pointing to the empty seat next to him. Physically he did not seem to acknowledge her, but nonetheless, he responded.
"Sure," she sat and smoothed the wrinkles from her baby blue skirt.
"What happened to Genevive?" she asked, not really caring.
"That Spawn of Satan," he muttered.
"Who?" she asked puzzled.
"Your brother," he said more clearly and angrily this time. "What about your date?" he asked, not really caring either.
"I don't have one," she said while looking at her shoes. She had really thought about asking Ephram this year, but that was way back in B.G time: Before Gen.
"Oh, so Colin couldn't make it?" he retorted bitterly.
"Shut up," she was disgusted. What an idiot, and he couldn't even look at her. "Why wont you even look at me?" she whined desperately.
"I gave you and opportunity, and you didn't seize it. I wasted a ton of time on nothing, and now that I AM happy, you hate me for it! Well, you know what? Hop on the bandwagon, 'cuz I don't think there's anyone who doesn't hate me now," he whispered furiously. "Your time... our time is over," while he said this, he finally looked her in the eyes. His bottom lip trembled and he pointed to them when he spoke. Tears welled up in Amy's eyes as she stormed off.
"Bite me Brown," she tossed over her shoulder as she ran to the car beckoning her outside. Ephram hung his head down and thought about everything: the world, and all the people in it.
Scene 6
"Let's get out of here, you and me," Bright suggested.
"Don't say stuff like that," Gen pleaded, shaking her head. He pulled her closer so there was no air between the two. Genevive put her hands on his chest and pushed him away slightly. "No Bright," she whimpered silently.
"I want to kiss you right now," he smiled playfully, the smile that made most girls swoon and could make icebergs melt. "You'd be mine,"
"You can't have something that is already taken," she declared angrily as she pulled her arms away from his grasp and rushed off.
*Damn you,* Bright cursed himself as he steadily ran towards his car. Amy was sitting sobbing in the passenger seat. "Fuck this whole screwed up little town!" he shouted as he sped off, which only made Amy's sobs louder.
"I just told Ephram to, to bite me! I've never ever never said that before!" she cried.
"Yeah, well imagine being on the receiving end of it," Bright growled through clenched teeth as he swerved the car into the garage and stormed inside. Amy sat dumbfounded in the car for well over an hour.
Scene 7
"Ok, future leaders of our nation! You don't have to go home, but get the hell out of here," the gym teacher barked into the megaphone. Everyone flooded out in single file as the student body president bid the adieu and thanked them for coming. Genevive and Ephram walked home in silence. They looked about as in love as Al Gore and George Bush. They never once touched each other, never once spoke to each other, and Ephram never looked at Gen. He didn't need to; her face was tattooed on his brain, but instead of seeing himself with her, he saw her kissing Bright, that son-of-a- well, never mind. It took all of ten minutes to get home, but it was the longest, most perpetual ten minutes Ephram had ever lasted through. Genevive shivered with cold, and Ephram didn't offer her a coat. He was bitter, and bitter he would stay until he was absolutely positive that Gen wasn't about to run off with some loser who just wanted to get laid.
*This could take a while,* he thought as he turned the key to open the front door.
Scene 8
It was one AM in the morning on the second day of fall. Rain was pounding on the roof and covering the streets. Everything was asleep, even the moon was asleep. The house was dark and ominous with a certain mysteriousness about it that made you want to run and hide. Delia was asleep soundly in her room. Andrew was asleep; sometimes he'd mumble something into the pillow he was grasping and roll over. Ephram's room was soundless as ever; there was no sign that anyone was awake and the only noise was the hail and rain. Suddenly, a dark figure sat in the bed, its legs pulled up to its chest. The figure tapped the sleeping one.
"Ephram?" the woman asked Ephram was facing the other direction. "Ephram," Genevive repeated in a hushed voice. Ephram opened his eyes but didn't say anything. He hadn't been able to sleep either, but he wanted to hear what she had to say. Gen thought he was asleep. "Sorry," she whispered, and kissed his ear romantically as he shut his eyes once more. She was about to lie down again, but decided against it.
"Since you're asleep, I guess this is a good enough time as ever," she muttered. He listened intently as she spoke again. "Ephram, I really don't ever try to hurt you. I'm just flirtatious, that doesn't mean anything though. When you were here in Everwood, I missed you so much that I didn't date anyone else, despite Smaug's constant, endless efforts. I'm not even attracted to Bright, I mean, he's cute and all, but he's just an airhead jock. And you know that I've never really had a close girl friend. They all hate me because I flirt with their guy friends or even with their dates. I can't really help it. So anyways, Bright is just a friend, and we'll never be anything more. Ok, I love you, I really do Ephram. And since we dated for over a year, I guess it's safe for me to say that finally. If I liked Bright, I wouldn't play you like this. Man, that's a load off my chest. G'night," she kissed his forehead and laid down smiling.
~*20 minutes later*~
Ephram was still wide-awake. Gen had never told him that she loved him. She had always signed her letters 'Love Gen' in her small, perfect cursive or mouthed a 'Love Ya' as she left, but everyone did that. Genevive was snoring softly, but she was still awake too. She was awaiting an answer from Ephram, even though it had been over twenty minutes since her little speech. Ephram rolled over to see her eyes closed.
"Love you too, Gen," he whispered. Genevive jolted up.
"I knew it!" she shouted as she stood up.
"You suck," he chuckled. She kissed him all over his face like the day she first came to see him.
"I have to go, I'll be back in thirty minutes," she said as she rushed out smiling.
A/N: Where could Gen have gone at two AM? I wonder, hmmmm.
See ya'll later!
Toodles,
~*~Shelly~*~
Disclaimers: You know the concept. I don't own anything, otherwise, would I be writing fanfiction? NO! Heehee.
Thanks to the world and to television, thanks for the Everwood viewers, thanks for food and for funny friends, but mostly thank I all my great reviewers!
Sarah: seems like everyone loves Gen! Yay!
Faith: hope you feel bunches better!
Legwarmerz: cracking up is one of the funniest things on earth, don't you think? Read your story, it's great so far! :-)
Alien: I really personally didn't like the theater name, but everyone loved the chapter that I didn't like (the one where Amy falls out of the window), so go figure!
Meagan: thanks so much for the review! I really appreciate it!
C-Chan: as always, I loved your new chapters and your reviews, you're so sweet! The shower scene was my favorite too, and I don't meant the one in 'Psycho'! Heehee!
Ditey: You win first place for most reviews ever. I just watched 'Some Like It Hot' and 'Signing In The Rain', two of my favorite classics. I also rented 'Cruel Intentions', but that's another story all together...
LizTheSlayer: more marriage stuff in this chapter, but mucho more drama, enjoy!
ThePersonWhoDidn'tBotherToLeaveTheirName: typically Bright indeed! Heehee, what an airhead, kind of. But he's still cute (not as cute as Ephie though!)
There will be very many 'scenes' in this story, so I labeled them scene one, scene 2, scene 3, and so on and so fourth. That is how it will be from now on, so get used to it! Also, to make this more realistic and to really heat up the drama and arguments in this chapter, there will be a bit of bad cussing. It's just to get my point across; I'm not usually a cussing person. Sorry if that offends you.
Chapter 8
Scene One
Next day: 500 PM The fall dance that Genevive invited Ephram to is going to start in two hours.
Ephram sat in his room on his plain-navy-blue-bed and read with his headphones blasting whatnot. He had been shunned from the bathroom since 4:30; Genevive was convinced it was bad luck for him to see her until the dance.
"It's like the wedding thing! The groom can't see the bride until the ceremony!" she had exclaimed while rushing into the bathroom juggling, what seemed to Ephram to be, a whole beauty parlor. He had agreed to stay out of there until 6:00 and then they had to leave. The dance started an hour after that, and they needed to grab a bite to eat. Around 5:30, Ephram heard a "damnit" echo into his room.
"Do you need any help, honey-poo?" he asked sarcastically.
"If you come anywhere near this door Ephram Brown, I will be forced to commit a double homicide: you, and this stupid eyelash-curler-thingy..." she shouted sternly. "...bunny-boo," she added.
"Awww, don't take your anger out on inanimate objects! That's just mean!" he shouted back, just to annoy her. He succeeded. As he heard the unmistakable 'click' of the bathroom door locking, he decided to drop it and just shut up. About 20 minutes later, Gen finally stepped out. Ephram rushed to stand up and run his hand through his hair. When she walked in, he exhaled all the oxygen that had ever entered his lungs in one swift breath as his eyes wandered to soak up every tiny detail of her frame.
She was wearing an old, gauzy, key-lime-pie colored swing-dancing dress from the '40's, and little rhinestone heels with open toes. Her hair was curled slightly and she twirled around slowly in a partially mock way.
"How do I look?" she asked sheepishly.
*Like Marilyn Monroe,* he thought, but to save face, he quickly kept his cool. "You looked better earlier," he said while running his hand through his hair again.
"Well, we couldn't have gone in our underwear, now could we have?" she asked, her hands on her hips and her eyebrows raised.
"I guess not," he answered while trying his hardest to fathom it.
"Correctomundo, captain mon Capitan," (A/N: this is my saying, I made it up! Yes yes, I take credit, and no matter how much it may call for you to steal it... DON'T! It's my baby! Hehe!) she answered while backing up and motioning to his clothes. "You're not wearing that, are you?" she asked with extra emphasis on the word 'that'. Ephram looked down at his beat up Misfits shirt and torn, baggy jeans.
"Gasp! (And yes, he actually said 'gasp') Didn't I tell you?" he asked with false fear in his eyes. "It's a pajama party!" he exclaimed as he shouted, "Gasp!" again.
"Haha, very funny. NOT! Now change!" she shouted, slamming his door herself as she backed out. "Gasp, he he, what an idiot," she whispered to herself as she shook her head. A few minutes later, they were walking down the street, arms linked. Genevive tried to skip. "We're off to see the wizard!" she started singing.
"Please Gen," Ephram rolled his eyes.
"Fine," Gen pouted and crossed her arms in defeat. "The wonderful wizard of Oz," she sung under her breath.
Scene Two
Gen and Ephram were seated at an outdoors burger joint near the center of town called "Everwood's Everything!" (A/N: This is based on a place called O-Hi Frostie where I live. This graffiti thing is all true; it really does say this stuff on the tables.) Genevive was pointing to some of the ridiculous things people had carved into the blue-green plastic. She was holding a burger and two large packages of fries; Ephram only had a Coke. They laughed for a while and then Gen paused to set the mood for the next reading.
" 'Leslie and Lola: Luvers 4-4-4-aw oh my god! 4 ever'" She chocked out as she started cracking up. Underneath the large heart was the year '1969' and a lightening bolt shape that was poorly engraved. "This town really needs to get some new tables Ephram. I mean, who wants to heard about lesbian lovers while they're eating?" she asked as she plunged two of the fries into the pool of ketchup on her tray. She shoved the fries into Ephram's face. "Now eat. You're all bones. No flubber, no muscularity, nothing. Nada, zip," He opened his mouth in refusal and she popped them in at the same time.
"What if I'm not hungry?" he asked, his mouth full of potatoes.
"Well you'll just have to deal. And I'm not leaving until you eat this too," she stated as she shoved the cheeseburger into his hands. Although he whined and claimed that he wasn't hungry, he ate gratefully. Genevive tucked her heels behind one-another as she watched him eat, her head in her hands.
"Is this... a garden burger?" he asked.
"Yes. See, 'cuz otherwise you'd be eating someone's mother!" she supposed.
"I should have known. When did you go veggie on me?" he asked.
"The day you left. It sucked, and I didn't know that I wasn't supposed to eat Jell-O,"
"Ahhh... you gave up Jell-O?"
"Yep. It was harder then the cigarettes. You know how I was about Jell-O. The blue kind, not the red. The red kind's gross," she said calmly.
"Hm, Amy thinks the exact opposite," he answered solemnly. Right now he was still ticked at Amy. For all he cared, Colin could have her back. He was through.
"Oh, Amy. So we'd better go. The dance is about to start and they made me an offer... I couldn't refuse," she said in a Godfather voice, dodging the subject of Amy. Ephram licked the excess mayo off his fingers and stood. Genevive followed his lead and the walked the rest of the way to the school.
Scene 3
6:59 PM
The gym doors were about to open and there were more then 50 couples waiting impatiently outside. Most of the boys were ignoring their dates and gaping wide eyed at Genevive. Ephram realized this and draped his arms around her shoulders from behind in a protective fashion but the other boys took no notice. Their dates tried recklessly to get the spotlight back on them; one girl even tried to make out with her boyfriend on the spot. But even with lips locked, his eyes were on Gen. She saw this and decided to play along, blowing a kiss and waving like Miss America. The young man pointed to himself as if to ask, "You mean ME?!" and Genevive winked in response. The boy melted with a googly smile on his face. Gen turned around to face Ephram once again.
"One down, forty-nine to go," she laughed out.
"You know you really shouldn't toy with these boy's heads like that," Ephram said wearing his traditional smirk. "You're making them think they have a chance," Gen simply shrugged and smiled innocently. At 7 o'clock sharp, the large double doors opened and all the teenagers rushed in like herded cattle threatened to be branded. The madness had begun. "Houston, we have liftoff,"
Scene 4
8:32
Genevive and Ephram danced like pros; they could swing dance, slow dance, hell, they could do and would do almost anything. It looked a little shaky since Ephram could only use one arm, but Gen made due, and all eyes were still on them through most of the dance.
"We're taking requests here people!" Genevive shouted jokingly. Anonymous answers floated back.
"Salsa!"
"Swing dance!"
"Dirrrty dance!" came a few (boys) voices in unison, stretching out the word dirty as if it were a Slinky.
"Dance with me," one familiar voice shouted. The owner walked slowly up to Gen and Ephram. "And that's an order," the tall boy said as he took Genevive's hand gracefully.
"You're supposed to say 'Please Ephram, may I dance with your girlfriend?' Now try again and I'll consider the offer, Bright," Ephram sneered. Bright pulled Genevive away, but she didn't say anything. Being fought over was no fun. "Forget it," Ephram muttered as he stepped away sulkily to the 'loner' bench.
"Eph-" Genevive started as she took a step towards him and put out her hand to touch his shoulder. He was out of reach, and Bright finally pulled her into a tight embrace.
Ephram sat between a kid who looked as though he needed a puff of his inhaler every time someone looked at him and the 15-year-old, 6'6" kid with long, greasy, Beatles hair that went 'out' in 1965.
"Hey Paul Bunyan, where's Babe?" Ephram asked sarcastically as the tall boy hulked off. Ephram leaned his head against the wall as the inhaler kid kept stealing quick, nervous glances at him. *This is going to be one long night,* he thought as he shut his eyes.
Bright and Genevive were slow dancing uncomfortably. Gen had one arm on his shoulder and one on the back of his neck; Bright's hands were on her hips. He looked admiringly at her, but she kept looking at Ephram. When Bright lowered his hands, she chewed her lips until they practically bled and looked concerably (A/N: this is my new word, I made it up. It is an adjective and it means with concern, guilt, and care,) at Ephram. His eyes were fixed on hers, but his face never showed any change. It was as blank as an empty bulletin board and his emotions as unreadable as a white page. Genevive looked around for a topic of discussion, and saw a brunette wearing a bright, hot pink, glittery dress giving Genevive the death stare. Her stiletto's shined dangerously in the multi-colored light, but soon she was dancing and the drama was over, or so they thought.
"Who's that?" Gen asked Bright curiously.
"Oh, my date," he answered flatly.
Scene 5
Amy Abbott quickly paced through the crowd of teens. She just wanted to get this over with. *Let Bright dance with Gen, and then I'm outta here. This sucks,* she thought. She noticed that her brother was already with Genevive, so she searched for Ephram. She found him parked grimly in a corner, muttering whatever to himself. She walked over to him quickly.
"May I?" she asked, pointing to the empty seat next to him. Physically he did not seem to acknowledge her, but nonetheless, he responded.
"Sure," she sat and smoothed the wrinkles from her baby blue skirt.
"What happened to Genevive?" she asked, not really caring.
"That Spawn of Satan," he muttered.
"Who?" she asked puzzled.
"Your brother," he said more clearly and angrily this time. "What about your date?" he asked, not really caring either.
"I don't have one," she said while looking at her shoes. She had really thought about asking Ephram this year, but that was way back in B.G time: Before Gen.
"Oh, so Colin couldn't make it?" he retorted bitterly.
"Shut up," she was disgusted. What an idiot, and he couldn't even look at her. "Why wont you even look at me?" she whined desperately.
"I gave you and opportunity, and you didn't seize it. I wasted a ton of time on nothing, and now that I AM happy, you hate me for it! Well, you know what? Hop on the bandwagon, 'cuz I don't think there's anyone who doesn't hate me now," he whispered furiously. "Your time... our time is over," while he said this, he finally looked her in the eyes. His bottom lip trembled and he pointed to them when he spoke. Tears welled up in Amy's eyes as she stormed off.
"Bite me Brown," she tossed over her shoulder as she ran to the car beckoning her outside. Ephram hung his head down and thought about everything: the world, and all the people in it.
Scene 6
"Let's get out of here, you and me," Bright suggested.
"Don't say stuff like that," Gen pleaded, shaking her head. He pulled her closer so there was no air between the two. Genevive put her hands on his chest and pushed him away slightly. "No Bright," she whimpered silently.
"I want to kiss you right now," he smiled playfully, the smile that made most girls swoon and could make icebergs melt. "You'd be mine,"
"You can't have something that is already taken," she declared angrily as she pulled her arms away from his grasp and rushed off.
*Damn you,* Bright cursed himself as he steadily ran towards his car. Amy was sitting sobbing in the passenger seat. "Fuck this whole screwed up little town!" he shouted as he sped off, which only made Amy's sobs louder.
"I just told Ephram to, to bite me! I've never ever never said that before!" she cried.
"Yeah, well imagine being on the receiving end of it," Bright growled through clenched teeth as he swerved the car into the garage and stormed inside. Amy sat dumbfounded in the car for well over an hour.
Scene 7
"Ok, future leaders of our nation! You don't have to go home, but get the hell out of here," the gym teacher barked into the megaphone. Everyone flooded out in single file as the student body president bid the adieu and thanked them for coming. Genevive and Ephram walked home in silence. They looked about as in love as Al Gore and George Bush. They never once touched each other, never once spoke to each other, and Ephram never looked at Gen. He didn't need to; her face was tattooed on his brain, but instead of seeing himself with her, he saw her kissing Bright, that son-of-a- well, never mind. It took all of ten minutes to get home, but it was the longest, most perpetual ten minutes Ephram had ever lasted through. Genevive shivered with cold, and Ephram didn't offer her a coat. He was bitter, and bitter he would stay until he was absolutely positive that Gen wasn't about to run off with some loser who just wanted to get laid.
*This could take a while,* he thought as he turned the key to open the front door.
Scene 8
It was one AM in the morning on the second day of fall. Rain was pounding on the roof and covering the streets. Everything was asleep, even the moon was asleep. The house was dark and ominous with a certain mysteriousness about it that made you want to run and hide. Delia was asleep soundly in her room. Andrew was asleep; sometimes he'd mumble something into the pillow he was grasping and roll over. Ephram's room was soundless as ever; there was no sign that anyone was awake and the only noise was the hail and rain. Suddenly, a dark figure sat in the bed, its legs pulled up to its chest. The figure tapped the sleeping one.
"Ephram?" the woman asked Ephram was facing the other direction. "Ephram," Genevive repeated in a hushed voice. Ephram opened his eyes but didn't say anything. He hadn't been able to sleep either, but he wanted to hear what she had to say. Gen thought he was asleep. "Sorry," she whispered, and kissed his ear romantically as he shut his eyes once more. She was about to lie down again, but decided against it.
"Since you're asleep, I guess this is a good enough time as ever," she muttered. He listened intently as she spoke again. "Ephram, I really don't ever try to hurt you. I'm just flirtatious, that doesn't mean anything though. When you were here in Everwood, I missed you so much that I didn't date anyone else, despite Smaug's constant, endless efforts. I'm not even attracted to Bright, I mean, he's cute and all, but he's just an airhead jock. And you know that I've never really had a close girl friend. They all hate me because I flirt with their guy friends or even with their dates. I can't really help it. So anyways, Bright is just a friend, and we'll never be anything more. Ok, I love you, I really do Ephram. And since we dated for over a year, I guess it's safe for me to say that finally. If I liked Bright, I wouldn't play you like this. Man, that's a load off my chest. G'night," she kissed his forehead and laid down smiling.
~*20 minutes later*~
Ephram was still wide-awake. Gen had never told him that she loved him. She had always signed her letters 'Love Gen' in her small, perfect cursive or mouthed a 'Love Ya' as she left, but everyone did that. Genevive was snoring softly, but she was still awake too. She was awaiting an answer from Ephram, even though it had been over twenty minutes since her little speech. Ephram rolled over to see her eyes closed.
"Love you too, Gen," he whispered. Genevive jolted up.
"I knew it!" she shouted as she stood up.
"You suck," he chuckled. She kissed him all over his face like the day she first came to see him.
"I have to go, I'll be back in thirty minutes," she said as she rushed out smiling.
A/N: Where could Gen have gone at two AM? I wonder, hmmmm.
See ya'll later!
Toodles,
~*~Shelly~*~