Two Roads Diverged In A Yellow Wood
A.k.a. Genevive
By Shelly (singcraz)
Disclaimers: You know the concept. I don't own anything except Gen, 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!
C-Chan: my buddies at drama inspired that whole 'gasp' thing. The play we're in is really mellow-drama-ish and we're supposed to really sound cheesy. So we always have to gasp or cheer in the last scene, so we all decided to say 'gasp' and 'CHEER!' to tease to teacher. Heehee! It seemed funny at the moment. Stupid flamers =-(. Maru is mean and stupid. Bad bad Maru!
LizTheSlayer: sweetness, people like the 'Love-y dove-y speech'. I didn't know if it was corny or not, but it seems like everyone was just anticipating those three words FOREVER! But, everyone else seemed to like it, so yippee!
Mike Rules 2003: thank you very very very much! Mucho gracias! =-)
Faith: Gen is a vegetarian because I am a vegetarian and Ditey's a vegetarian and vegetarians are the best! And because I thought it would be cool to have a 'veggie' in the story! As for Ephram, have we ever seen him eat on the show? NO! And he's so skinny too. See, if we've watched him for a whole season and we've never ever seen him eat, then my hypothesis is that he must not eat that much! Okie, now that that's settled, thank you so much for the review. Once again, hope you're feeling much better.
Ditey: as usual, you are so sweet! I absolutely love Hitchcock, especially Vertigo and Rear Window. Grace Kelly is so beautiful, same with Miss Audrey in Roman Holiday. Veggies are the BEST! And once again, you are the sweetest, and you rock!!
AzwethinkweizGrl: Yeah, a new reader! After a few days of no reviews, I was lonely, and then you showed up! Yay! Thank You!
aku-neko: Mmmmm! Kudos bars and cake! This is the yummiest review I've ever had! Lol!
Now this chapter will be short. Sorry, but it will. It's about 7 pages in my composition book that is permanently fused to my hand, and the last (real) chapter was about 11 pages long. So sorry, but this chapter is very VERY important nonetheless, so pay close attention, no matter how insignificant and small it may seem! I hate to break it to you, but there you go.
Also, I realize most of you are more used to seeing Gen spelt Genevieve, but this is different because Gen is different from most girls. Also, if any of you can figure out what Gen is short for (aside from Genevive) and why I chose that name, you get a cookie. If no one figures it out (which I doubt they will), I will tell you in the next chapter. Cookies, yum yum! I also have a new rule: I need five or more reviews before I can continue for each upcoming chapter. And these are some of the best! This is only because I don't want anymore Blah's.
Chapter 10
Scene One
2:00 AM
Genevive Loisel wrapped her free arm around her frigid body and shivered. She had fallen asleep in some skimpy pajama shorts and a long sleeved thermal, but on her way out she had grabbed an umbrella, a black beanie, black gloves, and a fuzzy purple scarf. Still, her legs were cold as hell.
"Actually, that doesn't make sense since hell's not cold. I don't think... I mean, it's hot, isn't it? I dunno... hell's cool. I mean, gah screw it," she said to herself. "God, it's so cold out here. It's never this cold in Manhattan this time of year," she muttered to know one in particular as she wrapped her arm around her self tighter, and went on her way.
About ten minutes later, she reached a large, white house. She stopped to look at the mailbox: ABBOTT RESIDENCE. She inhaled deeply, exhaled deeply, and regained her composure. All she wanted to do was talk to Bright; she had something on her mind that couldn't wait until morning. She reached into the gravel next to the sloped driveway and chose a few smooth, small stones to throw at a bedroom window. As she looked up to find a target, she noticed a faint light on in an upstairs room. As she came closer, she noticed him, Bright, sitting in a desk, his face contorted in what seemed to be agony. Wrong; there was an open book in front of him and he didn't seem to be getting very far. Gen laughed at his ignorance and tossed a piece of gravel at his window. His head snapped up and he looked every which-way. She tossed another piece and he stood, revealing his chest since he was only wearing sweat pants. She threw another, this time with a little more force. It bounced off the window and into the bushes below. He finally realized where the noise was coming from and opened his window.
"Huh?" he asked her groggily.
"Come down here," she said in a loud whisper. He shut the window and turned off the light. She could tell he was coming, so she strolled up the porch steps and to the bench beside the door. Bright moved soundlessly out, now fully clothed.
"Hi," he murmured breathlessly.
"Hey, we need to... talk," she said as she looked up at his face.
"Yeah, sit?" he asked while pointing to the bench.
"Sure," she replied, patting the vacant seat next to hers. He sat down wearily and put his hand on her thigh. She removed it and stopped smiling. "This is serious," he nodded and folded his hands in his lap, resisting temptation. He felt magnetized to her evenly tanned skin, but he contained himself for the time being.
"We can't do this anymore, Bright," she said solemnly.
"What are we doing?" he asked. He wasn't the quickest of people, especially at two AM.
"We can't see each other," she affirmed. She couldn't bring herself to look at him and instead watched her fingers tie themselves in knots in her lap.
"Oooh, so we were seeing each other..." he laughed suggestively.
"This is serious," Genevive repeated as his smile faded.
"Sorry," now it was Bright's turn to watch his strong hands grow weak.
*Is this what pain feels like?* he wondered. He had never been through pain. His life had always been so happy-go-lucky, so shoot-the-moon-ish. Even his feelings about Colin's current state had been locked away safely; he hadn't only fooled everyone else, but he had even fooled himself into believing that he just didn't care anymore.
"We can't be friends anymore. Rather then make me happy, it's just ruined my relationship with Ephram,"
"Who gives a damn about Ephram?" Bright exclaimed as he stood with anger. Genevive held his wrist gingerly and pulled him to sit back down. He did so reluctantly and he saw her eyes start to mist up.
"Me, Bright. I have stronger feelings for him then ever before. We are just screwing it up for him. He thinks I'm getting ready to run off with you for no reason and just dump him..." Bright started to smile, but stopped when he saw that her face was dew-dropped with tears. "...I could never do that. And I didn't think it would come to this," she sighed.
"Do you... do you love him Gen?" he stuttered. He gulped with anticipation and dread while Genevive stopped to think for a second.
"Yes," she answered after a minute. She paused again. "That's why we can't hang out anymore,"
"Why does it have to be this way? We met a day ago for Christ's sake!" he pounded his fist upon the metal of the bench and took no notice when his knuckles cracked and his red, red blood trickled out down his clenched fist.
"I told you, we would ruin each other. I refuse to be fought over by my boyfriend for over a year and I boy I met a day ago. And I certainly wont submit myself into one of those stupid love triangles you see in soap opera's!" she painfully watched her tears and his blood blend into the soft wood grain to stain it forever. And that wasn't the only thing this was leaving its mark on. They sat for a while, about five minutes just doing nothing; of course it was fine by Bright, their thighs were hardly 6 inches away from each other and her face was so calm. She was a brave girl who always knew best, he could tell, and although he hated himself for it, he trusted her judgment. He traced the outline of her face with his mind; he followed her long eyelashes down to the bridge of her nose, he licked his dry lips when he saw hers, and his big brown eyes rolled over her smooth little chin. Her ivory-bronze complexion shone out in the dim moonlight and seemed to call for his touch, but he restrained as she stood.
"I need to go, Ephram might get worried," she whispered as she stood up. Bright rose too as he handed her the umbrella with the yellow-rubber duckies on it. He walked her to the edge of the porch where the rain started to hit.
"Is it possible that we can leave on good terms here?" she asked as she looked up at his smoldering face. He nodded, but all he really wanted to do was punch a hole in a wall, or right through Ephram's head. Genevive tightly embraced him, her hands wrapped around his firm body and placed delicately on his shoulders and his arms linked around her waist. They rocked back and forth slightly in a comforting way and Genevive leaned back. She broke the hug and began to walk back off when Bright suddenly grabbed her from behind. She whirled around and he kissed her firmly as they became drenched in the rain. At first Gen gave in when he ran his hands through her hair passionately, but then she swatted his chest a few times to make him let go. When he finally did, she was frowning, and turned to leave wordlessly, but abruptly came to a halt. There, in the flooded driveway, was a very angry Ephram Brown.
Scene 2
He just stood there, his mouth gaping, his eyes narrowed suspiciously. How could she have done that? She had told him just an hour before that she loved him and now she was playing tonsil hockey with Bright. It didn't make any sense. At first he doubted he had really seen anything; he thought it was like one of those mirage things Bugs Bunny got in the desert. But when he noticed that she had seen him, he became stunned and angry. An 'Ephram' formed inaudibly on her lips as the rain soaked through her hair and through her clothes. He couldn't tell if she was crying, or if it was the rain, but it wouldn't have mattered anyways.
"You... you... you tramp!" he managed to shout out before he tuned and ran. He tore off his soaked jeans jacket because it was slowing him down and he tossed it into the middle of the street.
"No," Genevive whispered as she crumpled to the ground. She cried, cried, cried until she realized she was still kneeling in the rain. She pulled off her black beanie and threw it onto the ground in frustration. She stood and rushed up to Bright. Just like at the dance, there was no air between the two, and Bright dumbly expected another kiss. Instead she slapped him square across the face, hard too. He'd have a red mark there for two hours after that, and a memory of it for many years to come.
"You idiot," she muttered. "You godamn idiot," she whimpered as she rushed off, neglecting her hat and umbrella. When she reached Ephram's jacket, she stooped to pick it up and clutched at like it was her only hope. She took off again, and never ever looked back once, although she wondered if it would be her last chance to see Bright again.
Bright's middle and index fingers flew to his bottom lip and he wondered if all that had really happened. He knelt down and picked up her hat. He stood dumbfounded in the rain, and for the very first time in his life, Bright Abbott felt stupid.
A/N: good, eh? I was crying a bit while I was writing this; I'm such a sap. It's strange how you can get so attached to make-believe characters. To me, Bright seems a little bit like Dean from Gilmore Girls in this chapter. I dunno, just a thought. My dad has this theory that maybe we cry in the movies or in books because one of our ancestors went through a similar thing, like passed on memories. It's interesting thing to think about, huh?!
Love Always,
~*~Shelly~*~
Disclaimers: You know the concept. I don't own anything except Gen, 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!
C-Chan: my buddies at drama inspired that whole 'gasp' thing. The play we're in is really mellow-drama-ish and we're supposed to really sound cheesy. So we always have to gasp or cheer in the last scene, so we all decided to say 'gasp' and 'CHEER!' to tease to teacher. Heehee! It seemed funny at the moment. Stupid flamers =-(. Maru is mean and stupid. Bad bad Maru!
LizTheSlayer: sweetness, people like the 'Love-y dove-y speech'. I didn't know if it was corny or not, but it seems like everyone was just anticipating those three words FOREVER! But, everyone else seemed to like it, so yippee!
Mike Rules 2003: thank you very very very much! Mucho gracias! =-)
Faith: Gen is a vegetarian because I am a vegetarian and Ditey's a vegetarian and vegetarians are the best! And because I thought it would be cool to have a 'veggie' in the story! As for Ephram, have we ever seen him eat on the show? NO! And he's so skinny too. See, if we've watched him for a whole season and we've never ever seen him eat, then my hypothesis is that he must not eat that much! Okie, now that that's settled, thank you so much for the review. Once again, hope you're feeling much better.
Ditey: as usual, you are so sweet! I absolutely love Hitchcock, especially Vertigo and Rear Window. Grace Kelly is so beautiful, same with Miss Audrey in Roman Holiday. Veggies are the BEST! And once again, you are the sweetest, and you rock!!
AzwethinkweizGrl: Yeah, a new reader! After a few days of no reviews, I was lonely, and then you showed up! Yay! Thank You!
aku-neko: Mmmmm! Kudos bars and cake! This is the yummiest review I've ever had! Lol!
Now this chapter will be short. Sorry, but it will. It's about 7 pages in my composition book that is permanently fused to my hand, and the last (real) chapter was about 11 pages long. So sorry, but this chapter is very VERY important nonetheless, so pay close attention, no matter how insignificant and small it may seem! I hate to break it to you, but there you go.
Also, I realize most of you are more used to seeing Gen spelt Genevieve, but this is different because Gen is different from most girls. Also, if any of you can figure out what Gen is short for (aside from Genevive) and why I chose that name, you get a cookie. If no one figures it out (which I doubt they will), I will tell you in the next chapter. Cookies, yum yum! I also have a new rule: I need five or more reviews before I can continue for each upcoming chapter. And these are some of the best! This is only because I don't want anymore Blah's.
Chapter 10
Scene One
2:00 AM
Genevive Loisel wrapped her free arm around her frigid body and shivered. She had fallen asleep in some skimpy pajama shorts and a long sleeved thermal, but on her way out she had grabbed an umbrella, a black beanie, black gloves, and a fuzzy purple scarf. Still, her legs were cold as hell.
"Actually, that doesn't make sense since hell's not cold. I don't think... I mean, it's hot, isn't it? I dunno... hell's cool. I mean, gah screw it," she said to herself. "God, it's so cold out here. It's never this cold in Manhattan this time of year," she muttered to know one in particular as she wrapped her arm around her self tighter, and went on her way.
About ten minutes later, she reached a large, white house. She stopped to look at the mailbox: ABBOTT RESIDENCE. She inhaled deeply, exhaled deeply, and regained her composure. All she wanted to do was talk to Bright; she had something on her mind that couldn't wait until morning. She reached into the gravel next to the sloped driveway and chose a few smooth, small stones to throw at a bedroom window. As she looked up to find a target, she noticed a faint light on in an upstairs room. As she came closer, she noticed him, Bright, sitting in a desk, his face contorted in what seemed to be agony. Wrong; there was an open book in front of him and he didn't seem to be getting very far. Gen laughed at his ignorance and tossed a piece of gravel at his window. His head snapped up and he looked every which-way. She tossed another piece and he stood, revealing his chest since he was only wearing sweat pants. She threw another, this time with a little more force. It bounced off the window and into the bushes below. He finally realized where the noise was coming from and opened his window.
"Huh?" he asked her groggily.
"Come down here," she said in a loud whisper. He shut the window and turned off the light. She could tell he was coming, so she strolled up the porch steps and to the bench beside the door. Bright moved soundlessly out, now fully clothed.
"Hi," he murmured breathlessly.
"Hey, we need to... talk," she said as she looked up at his face.
"Yeah, sit?" he asked while pointing to the bench.
"Sure," she replied, patting the vacant seat next to hers. He sat down wearily and put his hand on her thigh. She removed it and stopped smiling. "This is serious," he nodded and folded his hands in his lap, resisting temptation. He felt magnetized to her evenly tanned skin, but he contained himself for the time being.
"We can't do this anymore, Bright," she said solemnly.
"What are we doing?" he asked. He wasn't the quickest of people, especially at two AM.
"We can't see each other," she affirmed. She couldn't bring herself to look at him and instead watched her fingers tie themselves in knots in her lap.
"Oooh, so we were seeing each other..." he laughed suggestively.
"This is serious," Genevive repeated as his smile faded.
"Sorry," now it was Bright's turn to watch his strong hands grow weak.
*Is this what pain feels like?* he wondered. He had never been through pain. His life had always been so happy-go-lucky, so shoot-the-moon-ish. Even his feelings about Colin's current state had been locked away safely; he hadn't only fooled everyone else, but he had even fooled himself into believing that he just didn't care anymore.
"We can't be friends anymore. Rather then make me happy, it's just ruined my relationship with Ephram,"
"Who gives a damn about Ephram?" Bright exclaimed as he stood with anger. Genevive held his wrist gingerly and pulled him to sit back down. He did so reluctantly and he saw her eyes start to mist up.
"Me, Bright. I have stronger feelings for him then ever before. We are just screwing it up for him. He thinks I'm getting ready to run off with you for no reason and just dump him..." Bright started to smile, but stopped when he saw that her face was dew-dropped with tears. "...I could never do that. And I didn't think it would come to this," she sighed.
"Do you... do you love him Gen?" he stuttered. He gulped with anticipation and dread while Genevive stopped to think for a second.
"Yes," she answered after a minute. She paused again. "That's why we can't hang out anymore,"
"Why does it have to be this way? We met a day ago for Christ's sake!" he pounded his fist upon the metal of the bench and took no notice when his knuckles cracked and his red, red blood trickled out down his clenched fist.
"I told you, we would ruin each other. I refuse to be fought over by my boyfriend for over a year and I boy I met a day ago. And I certainly wont submit myself into one of those stupid love triangles you see in soap opera's!" she painfully watched her tears and his blood blend into the soft wood grain to stain it forever. And that wasn't the only thing this was leaving its mark on. They sat for a while, about five minutes just doing nothing; of course it was fine by Bright, their thighs were hardly 6 inches away from each other and her face was so calm. She was a brave girl who always knew best, he could tell, and although he hated himself for it, he trusted her judgment. He traced the outline of her face with his mind; he followed her long eyelashes down to the bridge of her nose, he licked his dry lips when he saw hers, and his big brown eyes rolled over her smooth little chin. Her ivory-bronze complexion shone out in the dim moonlight and seemed to call for his touch, but he restrained as she stood.
"I need to go, Ephram might get worried," she whispered as she stood up. Bright rose too as he handed her the umbrella with the yellow-rubber duckies on it. He walked her to the edge of the porch where the rain started to hit.
"Is it possible that we can leave on good terms here?" she asked as she looked up at his smoldering face. He nodded, but all he really wanted to do was punch a hole in a wall, or right through Ephram's head. Genevive tightly embraced him, her hands wrapped around his firm body and placed delicately on his shoulders and his arms linked around her waist. They rocked back and forth slightly in a comforting way and Genevive leaned back. She broke the hug and began to walk back off when Bright suddenly grabbed her from behind. She whirled around and he kissed her firmly as they became drenched in the rain. At first Gen gave in when he ran his hands through her hair passionately, but then she swatted his chest a few times to make him let go. When he finally did, she was frowning, and turned to leave wordlessly, but abruptly came to a halt. There, in the flooded driveway, was a very angry Ephram Brown.
Scene 2
He just stood there, his mouth gaping, his eyes narrowed suspiciously. How could she have done that? She had told him just an hour before that she loved him and now she was playing tonsil hockey with Bright. It didn't make any sense. At first he doubted he had really seen anything; he thought it was like one of those mirage things Bugs Bunny got in the desert. But when he noticed that she had seen him, he became stunned and angry. An 'Ephram' formed inaudibly on her lips as the rain soaked through her hair and through her clothes. He couldn't tell if she was crying, or if it was the rain, but it wouldn't have mattered anyways.
"You... you... you tramp!" he managed to shout out before he tuned and ran. He tore off his soaked jeans jacket because it was slowing him down and he tossed it into the middle of the street.
"No," Genevive whispered as she crumpled to the ground. She cried, cried, cried until she realized she was still kneeling in the rain. She pulled off her black beanie and threw it onto the ground in frustration. She stood and rushed up to Bright. Just like at the dance, there was no air between the two, and Bright dumbly expected another kiss. Instead she slapped him square across the face, hard too. He'd have a red mark there for two hours after that, and a memory of it for many years to come.
"You idiot," she muttered. "You godamn idiot," she whimpered as she rushed off, neglecting her hat and umbrella. When she reached Ephram's jacket, she stooped to pick it up and clutched at like it was her only hope. She took off again, and never ever looked back once, although she wondered if it would be her last chance to see Bright again.
Bright's middle and index fingers flew to his bottom lip and he wondered if all that had really happened. He knelt down and picked up her hat. He stood dumbfounded in the rain, and for the very first time in his life, Bright Abbott felt stupid.
A/N: good, eh? I was crying a bit while I was writing this; I'm such a sap. It's strange how you can get so attached to make-believe characters. To me, Bright seems a little bit like Dean from Gilmore Girls in this chapter. I dunno, just a thought. My dad has this theory that maybe we cry in the movies or in books because one of our ancestors went through a similar thing, like passed on memories. It's interesting thing to think about, huh?!
Love Always,
~*~Shelly~*~