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. I also own Smaug and Mickey.
And now for something completely different-
Ender: thank you so much! You're getting it!
Ditey: I know, it was so sad. Obviously Gen DOES NOT mean gentle; you're so smart! Let's see, wow, no, YOU'RE the coolest! (This could go on for eternity). Thank you!
C-Chan: Could we get some Kleenex over here? We have a couple of criers (including me,). Me too, poor Ephram, poor Genevive, poor Bright, poor ME! Ok, be expecting an e-mail form me soon! It's about me, you, and Ditey (surprise)!
Sky: thanks!
LizTheSlayer: We'll just have to wait and see, won't we?!
Megumi the Moon: here you go!
Azwethinkzweizgrl: we need to start a Genevive fan club here! I personally think she should really be a new character on the show, don't you?
Faith: mono... like the Gwen-look-alike-girl who was going to take Ephram to the dance? Oooh, icky. Hope SHE feels better soon! Geezez criminies, too much sickness! Sweet, really? THAT chapter? That particular chapter where all the perfect relationships are ruined? Okie, whatever you say... C:
Claire: Mouth zippers on... muff frrmfle mrmld chpfley... never mind. Haha!
The person who didn't bother to leave their name: oh yes... the infamous meatloaf, I forgot about that, but yet again, did we see him eat it? Nope. Who knows, maybe he likes to look at meatloaf... or smell it... or, aw, whatever. I REST MY CASE! Heehee!
Bobst Snave: Thank you! I'm so glad I have readers!
And now for the baked goods.
(Drum roll please...) Genevive means:
Genesis- no, not like the first book of the bible, but almost. Genesis means the first, or the beginning. Genevive is the first to bring out a lot of the good qualities in Ephram that we haven't seen before; she's his first serious, long lasting girlfriend; she is the first teenager to come to Everwood and not care what anyone thinks; she is also the first person to really make Bright think (if only his teachers could do that!). She is the beginning of a new world in everyone who lives there, and anyone who comes in contact with her.
Generation- my good IT Ditey brought this up. Genevive represents the new generation, this millennium of girls and boys. There are more teenagers taking stands. She is very powerful and very unique. Here's a half cookie for Ditey; let's give her a nice round of applause (really, I'm not trying to embarrass you)!
Now, just to warn you, DO NOT, and I mean DO NOT read the flashback if you are eating or just ate. It's pretty disgusting. Also, if you don't want to, you don't have to read it. It's not super important, just funny and let's you get to know Gen's other two best friends, Smaug and Mickey.
Chapter 11
Scene One
"But I didn't do anything, Ephram!" Genevive shrieked.
"Oh yeah. Innocent little Genevive didn't do jack shit! You shoved your tongue down Bright's freaking throat!" he shouted as he ran up the stairs to his room, the blonde right at his heels.
"Listen to me, Ephram!" she shouted after him as he reached his bedroom door. He opened it and rushed right in.
"No," he answered flatly as he slammed the door angrily. If living in New York for fifteen years had taught him one thing, it was never to show your feelings, unless they happened to be anger. He had gotten pretty good at it over the years, and right now, although many emotions were running through his head, all Gen could see was hatred.
"Eeephrammm!!!" she shouted as she banged on the door with her clenched fists. "Open the fricken' door!" she yelled. After no prevail, she slid to the floor with exhaustion. "Open the fricken'... frick ...urgh!"
"Go to hell!" he shouted back.
"Oh, I won't be the only one! You'll be there with me!" she screamed. *Hello, Miss Loisel? The hand basket's here to take you to hell,* she thought. She almost laughed, but remembered the situation.
Ephram snorted. "Right, whatever,"
"You know, I didn't do it! I didn't kiss him, he kissed ME! I didn't even try to touch him! It was all in him," she quieted herself, realizing that all shouting was doing was hurting her throat.
"Yeah, there's a HUGE difference," he kept shouting and didn't give up; he was a fighter, not a fleer. No matter how much his eardrums pounded, he didn't back down.
"There is, Ephram, there really, truly is. I didn't bring it on, he did. There's nothing more to it! Do you even know why I went over there?"
A sheepish "No," came from behind the door.
"I went there to tell him that we couldn't hang out anymore; that his friendship was ruining us, Ephram. I told him I needed you and I needed to go home. I'm sorry it turned out this way,"
"Oh," was his mumbled response.
"Really," Silence. Pure, pure silence. It was so quiet; a pin drop would sound like a pro-baseball game. "It doesn't matter, I'm going home Tuesday morning anyways," she whispered. Ephram paused for a moment. He calmed himself down. Maybe the situation wasn't as bad as it had seemed.
"Why?" he asked.
"Huh?"
"Why?" he repeated.
"Why do I need to leave? Because that's where my home is, my family is there, my other friends, Smaug, Mickey..."
"Yes, but where's your heart?"
"Exsqueeze me?"
"C'mon Gen, don't make me say it again. You know I'm not good at that stuff," Exasperated, she sighed heavily.
"Open the door, Ephram," she stood and after a moment the door opened a crack. Ephram's face peeked out. Genevive stepped in and he shut the door behind her. "My heart," she started, stepping closer. "My heart is right here," she placed her hand over Ephram's chest, right where is heart was beating.
"Exactly," he said Genevive wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him.
"Mmmmm... I love you, Ephram" she mumbled between his lips.
"Mmm Hmm..." he answered.
Scene 2
7:00 AM
They had slept for two hours, and finally decided that sleep was way over rated. They made a ton of coffee (mostly for Genevive), and after it ran out, they drove to the local liquor store and bought some caffeine-packed cola. Genevive and Ephram sat on the sofa staring dumbfounded at the blaring television screen. Gen was pouring her soda into a cup, but for lack of attention, it started spilling over. Ephram slowly lifted the remote control and pushed the 'off' button ever so slightly, just enough to make the movie stop. They kept staring at the screen with baffled looks on their faces. Genevive broke the silence.
"So that was 'Little Nicky'," she said flatly.
"Huh," Ephram responded in the exact same tone.
"Riiiiiight," Genevive droned on. "I thought it was supposed to be funny,"
"Maybe that's why we got it from Blockbuster for free," he answered, finally standing up.
"Or maybe it's because the fourteen year old at the cash register was being flirted with," she said as she smiled slyly.
"Oh no, don't tell me you've resorted to sleeping with minors!" he said with mock horror.
"No, I just stuck the cash in his pocket for him. He may have taken it the wrong way... you know those youngsters and their fantasies," Ephram grunted.
"Ozzy played God,"
"Hey, Alanis played God in 'Dogma',"
"The demon needed a bra for his head,"
"The gorilla," they said in unison. Genevive started laughing as she stared at the blank screen. Ephram looked at her and suddenly began laughing with her. In a few seconds, they were falling all over each other, cracking up uncontrollably. When they heard footsteps coming down the stairs, they quickly stifled their laughter.
"Shhh..." Gen hushed. They lay on the couch, pretending to be asleep to avoid a lecture on being too loud. Andrew reached the bottom of the stairs.
"Ephram, what the hell are you two..." he stopped when he saw the two kids were sleeping. "...doing," Genevive was placed lazily on Ephram and his son had his arms around her. Something was fake about her snore, but he never could really tell. He went over and tousled his son's hair with admiration and went back up the stairs. When the teens heard the father's door shut, they stood back up.
"That went smoothly enough," Ephram yawned.
"Well, you know me. The drama club's been trying to get me into their productions for years!" Gen exclaimed dramatically. Ephram scooted towards her seductively and kissed her cheek with his hand in her back pockets.
"You know when I let you borrow my car on Friday?"
"Yeah, what about it?" she asked.
"You promised me I wouldn't regret it," he whispered.
"Did I?" she asked innocently, her fingers running through his hair.
"Yep,"
"Well, there's no time for that now!" Andrew Brown boomed from the foot of the stairs. Genevive and Ephram literally jumped away from each other and Ephram fixed his obviously mussed hair. Genevive sighed.
"Uhhh... Dad,"
"I found your Nirvana CD in my room, I just thought I'd bring it down for you," Andy replied while displaying the ink-black disk. Ephram sprinted up and grabbed it out of his father's hands and found the case laying open on a chair. He delicately placed the CD in and nodded to his dad.
"Ok," he said, glancing back and fourth from his father to the stairs. He silently signaled that he wanted his father to leave. He cleared his throat.
"Oh, right. As you were," the doctor smiled sheepishly. "Oh yeah, hang on," he walked up to Ephram, pulled off the sling and unraveled the makeshift cast. "There you go. I think it should be fine. If you could dance with that, I doubt if it was as serious as I thought," Ephram moved his elbow. Surprisingly, it didn't hurt.
"Thanks,"
"Ok," Andrew smiled and went back upstairs. Ephram tuned back to his girlfriend.
"Sorry 'bout that," he said as he kissed her again.
"Is okay," she slurred.
"You know, that Nirvana CD stuff was all bull. I had that safely tucked away in my sock drawer,"
"I know, I saw it in there," she announced as she sat at the dining room table, shuffling a deck of cards.
"What were you doing in my sock drawer?" he asked suspiciously. Genevive dealt him five cards as he sat down across from her and then dealt five to herself.
"Oh, just looking for a stray Playboys, maybe a Britney Spears pinup or two... a simple lingerie page of the Macy's catalog," she said as she picked up her cards and rearranged them. She put down two cards, Ephram put down one.
"Naw, those are all in my closet," he said jokingly as he picked up a new card. "Aha, flush," he said as he laid out his cards for all to see.
"Oooh, good, but not good enough. Pair of Queens. I win!" she cried.
"Hey, I didn't know we were playing Genevive style," he chuckled.
"Why would I play any other way?" she asked as she scooped up the cards and fanned them out upside-down so Ephram could see the Bicycle trademark. "Pick a card, any card," said with a false New York accent.
"No way, you'll go through the whole deck before you find my card,"
"Not so!" she shouted. Ephram gave in, but not surprisingly, his prediction was right.
"Is this it?" she asked as she flipped the Ace of hearts in his face.
"No,"
"Is this it?"
"No,"
"I give up,"
"Good,"
"You know me too well, Mr. Brown. I didn't know I was that predictable,"
"Well, you learn something new every day,"
"You suck, that is so cliché," Genevive said as she put the cards away.
"See, I just learned not to use famous sayings in your presence again," he said sarcastically.
"And I learned that I should've dumped you before you learned how bad I was at cards," she pouted.
"See, I was right," Genevive simply stuck out her tongue.
Scene 3
"No I hate you more!" Ephram said jokingly in a loving tone.
"No, I hate you more!" Gen poked him in the side.
"No, I really HATE you more,"
"Ephram, you can't beat the amount of hatred I have for you,"
"Yes I can,"
"No,
"Uhuh!"
"Nope, you just can't!" Genevive and Ephram were walking down the street hand in hand, getting baffled or puzzled stares from the passerby. They were just a couple of crazy teenagers trying to get attention in their eyes. People steered away from them, some turned away, some just shook their heads with disapproval.
"Stay away from them, Honey. Their just on drugs," one mom said to her fascinated preteen daughter. Of course they weren't, they wouldn't resort to that. But if individuality was a drug, they were hooked. And freaking people out was their number one specialty.
~*~FLASHBACK~*~
"Do you have the chili?" Genevive asked Smaug.
"Check," the blue-haired Smaug answered, patting his chest.
"Ok, let's go men," Gen said. She, Ephram, Smaug, and Mickey bounced into a McDonalds restaurant in the local mall. Smaug walked up to the counter and drummed his fingers.
"Uhhh... I'd like a Big Mac. Extra everything on it. And a super size cup. I brought my own prune juice, you know, helps the train out of the station if you know what I mean," he whispered. The cashier looked sick.
"Whatever you say, sir," the man backed away. Smaug turned and gave his friends a thumbs-up sign. They were perched in a booth, chatting away. Gen had her arm around Ephram. When Smaug say this, he frowned. Smaug ate the burger with his friends, and about five minutes after he finished, he stood.
"Here we go," he breathed out.
"Hey, is the can open?" Gen asked.
"Yep," Smaug answered. Genevive pulled him down by his collar and kissed his nose.
"You'll do good. We'll be right behind you," she murmured.
Smaug looked as though he might say: "I'll never wash my face again" but instead said: "I know, c'mon! It's me!"
"Don't flatter yourself," Mickey said. He had the whole 'emo' look going: dorky glasses, flat hair, lots of plaid and all. Smaug stepped into the middle of the room.
"I think I'm going to be sick!" he shouted. All eyes were on him. He bent over and opened his jacket up. The chili poured out from underneath onto the floor as he made loud gagging noises. People stared open mouthed. It looked very convincing. He even broke into a sweat and looked pasty under the fluorescent lights. When the whole can of chili had been emptied, the three others rushed up. They sat around the pile of 'vomit' and pulled forks from their pockets.
"Dig in!" Ephram shouted. His friends started eating the chili madly, smacking their chops and exclaiming 'yum yum!' Smaug eventually joined in by shoving his face in the whole thing. Costumers screamed, hid their eyes, a couple ran to the restrooms to toss their own cookies. After the feast had been consumed, they stepped out as if nothing ever happened. The McDonalds was closed for the rest of the day.
~*~FLASHIN~*~
Genevive's cell phone rang with the panged notes of 'Let's Do The Time Warp Again'.
"Talk to me," she answered.
"Yellow," came from the other line.
"Oh my gosh! Mickey?" she exclaimed. Another voice came over now.
"And Smaug," came the new, deep voice. Genevive put out her arm to stop Ephram from walking.
"Haha, three-way is so cool!" Gen said into the phone.
"Ewww, dirty," Mickey mumbled.
"Is our wittle Ephie dere? I wanna say helloo!" Smaug mocked Genevive in a cooing voice.
"Yep, hang on a sec." She put her hand over the phone. "It's Smaug and Mickey for ya," she aimed to Ephram. He took the phone.
"Ozzy Osbourne here. How may I bleeping help you, you bleeping mother- bleeper?" he asked.
"Uhhh... yeah, I'd like fries with that," Smaug answered.
"Hey buddy," Mickey said.
"Long time no see, Smaug added.
"Hey, how come you two guys didn't come down here with Genevive?" he asked his best friends curiously.
"Chores,"
"Homework," they blurted at the same time.
"Err, chores AND homework," Smaug covered.
"Uhuh, ok, whatever," Ephram said flatly. He didn't quite believe them. "Ok, really, how come?" Mickey sighed.
"Get off, Smaug, I'll call you back in a minute,"
"Fine," Smaug answered.
"You see Eph, Smaug likes Gen... a lot,"
"I don't!" Smaug shouted.
"Smaug..." Mickey reprimanded.
"Okay, okay, I'm out," Smaug hung up and Genevive and Ephram sat at a park bench.
"Okay, and?" Ephram asked Mickey. There was a pause. "Continue Mick," more silence. "Are you still there?"
"Oh, sorry. Peanut butter called from the cupboard," he was chewing and smacking on peanut butter. "Ok, so anyways... Smaug really liked Genevive. He asked her out a ton of times; at least more then five times in the three months you were gone. Of course she always turned him down. You were constantly on her mind. He invited her over one night and when she got there he told her he loved her. She ran out crying. She wanted to call you to tell you what he said, but she didn't want to break up your friendship," The town carillon started to play 'A Case Of You' by Joni Mitchell. Genevive was all over Ephram, singing along, kissing him and giggling.
"C'mon Genevive. I'm on the phone," but she didn't stop.
"See, he didn't want to see you guys all over each other like that again. He thought he loved her more then you ever could, which of course isn't true. He likes you, he likes her, he just hates 'you guys', do you get what I'm saying?"
"Yeah, I-I get it," Ephram stuttered. "You can call him back now,"
"I'm one step ahead of you,"
"Hello?" Smaug's voice came over the receiver.
"I'm putting Gen back on 'cause she's bugging the crap out of me," she was trying to pry the phone out of Ephram's hands, her bottom lip stuck out and her eyes wide.
"Gimmee!" she whined.
"Later dude," Smaug said.
"Bye," Ephram handed the phone to Gen solemnly.
After a minute of talking, Genevive said: "I've got to go,"
"Bye Gen," Mickey said as h hung up.
"Love you, Genevive," Smaug said sincerely.
"No you don't, bye," she retorted.
"Bye," Smaug said sadly, reluctant to let her go. The phone hung up on him, and he solemnly lay on his bed.
~*~*~*~
"He told you he loved you," Ephram stated flatly.
"Mickey told you everything,"
"He told you before I did,"
"That's why I cried," she said. "He doesn't mean it, really,"
"And then Bright. I'll bet he loves you too, doesn't he?" Ephram asked bitterly.
"No, Ephram. Bright's feelings for me weren't even feelings. They were... a crush, I don't know, lust maybe. It's just like Smaug. When I dated him,"
"You dated him?" Ephram interrupted.
"Yeah, remember? It lasted like, two days. He took me to see 'Dude, Where's My Car?' he walked me home, and I went inside. The next day he told me he wasn't attracted to me. Kaput, the end,"
"Oh yeah. That was when we broke up for like, a week," he said solemnly. "Why did we break up that time anyways?" he asked.
"Because my dad hated you and my mom flirted with you!" she giggled.
"Oh yeah, he kept interrogating me. 'Do you live in the slums? What's your curfew? Are you trying to get in my daughter's pants? Are you gay? Why's your hair purple?'" he imitated.
"And then my mom insisted a foot massage. You were out of there like that," she said as she snapped her fingers. "You were lucky, sometimes my dad brings out his rifle collection and Army magazines,"
"No, he saved that for the second date,"
A/N: Hope you had a happy New Year!
Disclaimers: You know the concept. I don't own anything except Gen, otherwise, would I be writing fanfiction? NO! Heehee. I also own Smaug and Mickey.
And now for something completely different-
Ender: thank you so much! You're getting it!
Ditey: I know, it was so sad. Obviously Gen DOES NOT mean gentle; you're so smart! Let's see, wow, no, YOU'RE the coolest! (This could go on for eternity). Thank you!
C-Chan: Could we get some Kleenex over here? We have a couple of criers (including me,). Me too, poor Ephram, poor Genevive, poor Bright, poor ME! Ok, be expecting an e-mail form me soon! It's about me, you, and Ditey (surprise)!
Sky: thanks!
LizTheSlayer: We'll just have to wait and see, won't we?!
Megumi the Moon: here you go!
Azwethinkzweizgrl: we need to start a Genevive fan club here! I personally think she should really be a new character on the show, don't you?
Faith: mono... like the Gwen-look-alike-girl who was going to take Ephram to the dance? Oooh, icky. Hope SHE feels better soon! Geezez criminies, too much sickness! Sweet, really? THAT chapter? That particular chapter where all the perfect relationships are ruined? Okie, whatever you say... C:
Claire: Mouth zippers on... muff frrmfle mrmld chpfley... never mind. Haha!
The person who didn't bother to leave their name: oh yes... the infamous meatloaf, I forgot about that, but yet again, did we see him eat it? Nope. Who knows, maybe he likes to look at meatloaf... or smell it... or, aw, whatever. I REST MY CASE! Heehee!
Bobst Snave: Thank you! I'm so glad I have readers!
And now for the baked goods.
(Drum roll please...) Genevive means:
Genesis- no, not like the first book of the bible, but almost. Genesis means the first, or the beginning. Genevive is the first to bring out a lot of the good qualities in Ephram that we haven't seen before; she's his first serious, long lasting girlfriend; she is the first teenager to come to Everwood and not care what anyone thinks; she is also the first person to really make Bright think (if only his teachers could do that!). She is the beginning of a new world in everyone who lives there, and anyone who comes in contact with her.
Generation- my good IT Ditey brought this up. Genevive represents the new generation, this millennium of girls and boys. There are more teenagers taking stands. She is very powerful and very unique. Here's a half cookie for Ditey; let's give her a nice round of applause (really, I'm not trying to embarrass you)!
Now, just to warn you, DO NOT, and I mean DO NOT read the flashback if you are eating or just ate. It's pretty disgusting. Also, if you don't want to, you don't have to read it. It's not super important, just funny and let's you get to know Gen's other two best friends, Smaug and Mickey.
Chapter 11
Scene One
"But I didn't do anything, Ephram!" Genevive shrieked.
"Oh yeah. Innocent little Genevive didn't do jack shit! You shoved your tongue down Bright's freaking throat!" he shouted as he ran up the stairs to his room, the blonde right at his heels.
"Listen to me, Ephram!" she shouted after him as he reached his bedroom door. He opened it and rushed right in.
"No," he answered flatly as he slammed the door angrily. If living in New York for fifteen years had taught him one thing, it was never to show your feelings, unless they happened to be anger. He had gotten pretty good at it over the years, and right now, although many emotions were running through his head, all Gen could see was hatred.
"Eeephrammm!!!" she shouted as she banged on the door with her clenched fists. "Open the fricken' door!" she yelled. After no prevail, she slid to the floor with exhaustion. "Open the fricken'... frick ...urgh!"
"Go to hell!" he shouted back.
"Oh, I won't be the only one! You'll be there with me!" she screamed. *Hello, Miss Loisel? The hand basket's here to take you to hell,* she thought. She almost laughed, but remembered the situation.
Ephram snorted. "Right, whatever,"
"You know, I didn't do it! I didn't kiss him, he kissed ME! I didn't even try to touch him! It was all in him," she quieted herself, realizing that all shouting was doing was hurting her throat.
"Yeah, there's a HUGE difference," he kept shouting and didn't give up; he was a fighter, not a fleer. No matter how much his eardrums pounded, he didn't back down.
"There is, Ephram, there really, truly is. I didn't bring it on, he did. There's nothing more to it! Do you even know why I went over there?"
A sheepish "No," came from behind the door.
"I went there to tell him that we couldn't hang out anymore; that his friendship was ruining us, Ephram. I told him I needed you and I needed to go home. I'm sorry it turned out this way,"
"Oh," was his mumbled response.
"Really," Silence. Pure, pure silence. It was so quiet; a pin drop would sound like a pro-baseball game. "It doesn't matter, I'm going home Tuesday morning anyways," she whispered. Ephram paused for a moment. He calmed himself down. Maybe the situation wasn't as bad as it had seemed.
"Why?" he asked.
"Huh?"
"Why?" he repeated.
"Why do I need to leave? Because that's where my home is, my family is there, my other friends, Smaug, Mickey..."
"Yes, but where's your heart?"
"Exsqueeze me?"
"C'mon Gen, don't make me say it again. You know I'm not good at that stuff," Exasperated, she sighed heavily.
"Open the door, Ephram," she stood and after a moment the door opened a crack. Ephram's face peeked out. Genevive stepped in and he shut the door behind her. "My heart," she started, stepping closer. "My heart is right here," she placed her hand over Ephram's chest, right where is heart was beating.
"Exactly," he said Genevive wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him.
"Mmmmm... I love you, Ephram" she mumbled between his lips.
"Mmm Hmm..." he answered.
Scene 2
7:00 AM
They had slept for two hours, and finally decided that sleep was way over rated. They made a ton of coffee (mostly for Genevive), and after it ran out, they drove to the local liquor store and bought some caffeine-packed cola. Genevive and Ephram sat on the sofa staring dumbfounded at the blaring television screen. Gen was pouring her soda into a cup, but for lack of attention, it started spilling over. Ephram slowly lifted the remote control and pushed the 'off' button ever so slightly, just enough to make the movie stop. They kept staring at the screen with baffled looks on their faces. Genevive broke the silence.
"So that was 'Little Nicky'," she said flatly.
"Huh," Ephram responded in the exact same tone.
"Riiiiiight," Genevive droned on. "I thought it was supposed to be funny,"
"Maybe that's why we got it from Blockbuster for free," he answered, finally standing up.
"Or maybe it's because the fourteen year old at the cash register was being flirted with," she said as she smiled slyly.
"Oh no, don't tell me you've resorted to sleeping with minors!" he said with mock horror.
"No, I just stuck the cash in his pocket for him. He may have taken it the wrong way... you know those youngsters and their fantasies," Ephram grunted.
"Ozzy played God,"
"Hey, Alanis played God in 'Dogma',"
"The demon needed a bra for his head,"
"The gorilla," they said in unison. Genevive started laughing as she stared at the blank screen. Ephram looked at her and suddenly began laughing with her. In a few seconds, they were falling all over each other, cracking up uncontrollably. When they heard footsteps coming down the stairs, they quickly stifled their laughter.
"Shhh..." Gen hushed. They lay on the couch, pretending to be asleep to avoid a lecture on being too loud. Andrew reached the bottom of the stairs.
"Ephram, what the hell are you two..." he stopped when he saw the two kids were sleeping. "...doing," Genevive was placed lazily on Ephram and his son had his arms around her. Something was fake about her snore, but he never could really tell. He went over and tousled his son's hair with admiration and went back up the stairs. When the teens heard the father's door shut, they stood back up.
"That went smoothly enough," Ephram yawned.
"Well, you know me. The drama club's been trying to get me into their productions for years!" Gen exclaimed dramatically. Ephram scooted towards her seductively and kissed her cheek with his hand in her back pockets.
"You know when I let you borrow my car on Friday?"
"Yeah, what about it?" she asked.
"You promised me I wouldn't regret it," he whispered.
"Did I?" she asked innocently, her fingers running through his hair.
"Yep,"
"Well, there's no time for that now!" Andrew Brown boomed from the foot of the stairs. Genevive and Ephram literally jumped away from each other and Ephram fixed his obviously mussed hair. Genevive sighed.
"Uhhh... Dad,"
"I found your Nirvana CD in my room, I just thought I'd bring it down for you," Andy replied while displaying the ink-black disk. Ephram sprinted up and grabbed it out of his father's hands and found the case laying open on a chair. He delicately placed the CD in and nodded to his dad.
"Ok," he said, glancing back and fourth from his father to the stairs. He silently signaled that he wanted his father to leave. He cleared his throat.
"Oh, right. As you were," the doctor smiled sheepishly. "Oh yeah, hang on," he walked up to Ephram, pulled off the sling and unraveled the makeshift cast. "There you go. I think it should be fine. If you could dance with that, I doubt if it was as serious as I thought," Ephram moved his elbow. Surprisingly, it didn't hurt.
"Thanks,"
"Ok," Andrew smiled and went back upstairs. Ephram tuned back to his girlfriend.
"Sorry 'bout that," he said as he kissed her again.
"Is okay," she slurred.
"You know, that Nirvana CD stuff was all bull. I had that safely tucked away in my sock drawer,"
"I know, I saw it in there," she announced as she sat at the dining room table, shuffling a deck of cards.
"What were you doing in my sock drawer?" he asked suspiciously. Genevive dealt him five cards as he sat down across from her and then dealt five to herself.
"Oh, just looking for a stray Playboys, maybe a Britney Spears pinup or two... a simple lingerie page of the Macy's catalog," she said as she picked up her cards and rearranged them. She put down two cards, Ephram put down one.
"Naw, those are all in my closet," he said jokingly as he picked up a new card. "Aha, flush," he said as he laid out his cards for all to see.
"Oooh, good, but not good enough. Pair of Queens. I win!" she cried.
"Hey, I didn't know we were playing Genevive style," he chuckled.
"Why would I play any other way?" she asked as she scooped up the cards and fanned them out upside-down so Ephram could see the Bicycle trademark. "Pick a card, any card," said with a false New York accent.
"No way, you'll go through the whole deck before you find my card,"
"Not so!" she shouted. Ephram gave in, but not surprisingly, his prediction was right.
"Is this it?" she asked as she flipped the Ace of hearts in his face.
"No,"
"Is this it?"
"No,"
"I give up,"
"Good,"
"You know me too well, Mr. Brown. I didn't know I was that predictable,"
"Well, you learn something new every day,"
"You suck, that is so cliché," Genevive said as she put the cards away.
"See, I just learned not to use famous sayings in your presence again," he said sarcastically.
"And I learned that I should've dumped you before you learned how bad I was at cards," she pouted.
"See, I was right," Genevive simply stuck out her tongue.
Scene 3
"No I hate you more!" Ephram said jokingly in a loving tone.
"No, I hate you more!" Gen poked him in the side.
"No, I really HATE you more,"
"Ephram, you can't beat the amount of hatred I have for you,"
"Yes I can,"
"No,
"Uhuh!"
"Nope, you just can't!" Genevive and Ephram were walking down the street hand in hand, getting baffled or puzzled stares from the passerby. They were just a couple of crazy teenagers trying to get attention in their eyes. People steered away from them, some turned away, some just shook their heads with disapproval.
"Stay away from them, Honey. Their just on drugs," one mom said to her fascinated preteen daughter. Of course they weren't, they wouldn't resort to that. But if individuality was a drug, they were hooked. And freaking people out was their number one specialty.
~*~FLASHBACK~*~
"Do you have the chili?" Genevive asked Smaug.
"Check," the blue-haired Smaug answered, patting his chest.
"Ok, let's go men," Gen said. She, Ephram, Smaug, and Mickey bounced into a McDonalds restaurant in the local mall. Smaug walked up to the counter and drummed his fingers.
"Uhhh... I'd like a Big Mac. Extra everything on it. And a super size cup. I brought my own prune juice, you know, helps the train out of the station if you know what I mean," he whispered. The cashier looked sick.
"Whatever you say, sir," the man backed away. Smaug turned and gave his friends a thumbs-up sign. They were perched in a booth, chatting away. Gen had her arm around Ephram. When Smaug say this, he frowned. Smaug ate the burger with his friends, and about five minutes after he finished, he stood.
"Here we go," he breathed out.
"Hey, is the can open?" Gen asked.
"Yep," Smaug answered. Genevive pulled him down by his collar and kissed his nose.
"You'll do good. We'll be right behind you," she murmured.
Smaug looked as though he might say: "I'll never wash my face again" but instead said: "I know, c'mon! It's me!"
"Don't flatter yourself," Mickey said. He had the whole 'emo' look going: dorky glasses, flat hair, lots of plaid and all. Smaug stepped into the middle of the room.
"I think I'm going to be sick!" he shouted. All eyes were on him. He bent over and opened his jacket up. The chili poured out from underneath onto the floor as he made loud gagging noises. People stared open mouthed. It looked very convincing. He even broke into a sweat and looked pasty under the fluorescent lights. When the whole can of chili had been emptied, the three others rushed up. They sat around the pile of 'vomit' and pulled forks from their pockets.
"Dig in!" Ephram shouted. His friends started eating the chili madly, smacking their chops and exclaiming 'yum yum!' Smaug eventually joined in by shoving his face in the whole thing. Costumers screamed, hid their eyes, a couple ran to the restrooms to toss their own cookies. After the feast had been consumed, they stepped out as if nothing ever happened. The McDonalds was closed for the rest of the day.
~*~FLASHIN~*~
Genevive's cell phone rang with the panged notes of 'Let's Do The Time Warp Again'.
"Talk to me," she answered.
"Yellow," came from the other line.
"Oh my gosh! Mickey?" she exclaimed. Another voice came over now.
"And Smaug," came the new, deep voice. Genevive put out her arm to stop Ephram from walking.
"Haha, three-way is so cool!" Gen said into the phone.
"Ewww, dirty," Mickey mumbled.
"Is our wittle Ephie dere? I wanna say helloo!" Smaug mocked Genevive in a cooing voice.
"Yep, hang on a sec." She put her hand over the phone. "It's Smaug and Mickey for ya," she aimed to Ephram. He took the phone.
"Ozzy Osbourne here. How may I bleeping help you, you bleeping mother- bleeper?" he asked.
"Uhhh... yeah, I'd like fries with that," Smaug answered.
"Hey buddy," Mickey said.
"Long time no see, Smaug added.
"Hey, how come you two guys didn't come down here with Genevive?" he asked his best friends curiously.
"Chores,"
"Homework," they blurted at the same time.
"Err, chores AND homework," Smaug covered.
"Uhuh, ok, whatever," Ephram said flatly. He didn't quite believe them. "Ok, really, how come?" Mickey sighed.
"Get off, Smaug, I'll call you back in a minute,"
"Fine," Smaug answered.
"You see Eph, Smaug likes Gen... a lot,"
"I don't!" Smaug shouted.
"Smaug..." Mickey reprimanded.
"Okay, okay, I'm out," Smaug hung up and Genevive and Ephram sat at a park bench.
"Okay, and?" Ephram asked Mickey. There was a pause. "Continue Mick," more silence. "Are you still there?"
"Oh, sorry. Peanut butter called from the cupboard," he was chewing and smacking on peanut butter. "Ok, so anyways... Smaug really liked Genevive. He asked her out a ton of times; at least more then five times in the three months you were gone. Of course she always turned him down. You were constantly on her mind. He invited her over one night and when she got there he told her he loved her. She ran out crying. She wanted to call you to tell you what he said, but she didn't want to break up your friendship," The town carillon started to play 'A Case Of You' by Joni Mitchell. Genevive was all over Ephram, singing along, kissing him and giggling.
"C'mon Genevive. I'm on the phone," but she didn't stop.
"See, he didn't want to see you guys all over each other like that again. He thought he loved her more then you ever could, which of course isn't true. He likes you, he likes her, he just hates 'you guys', do you get what I'm saying?"
"Yeah, I-I get it," Ephram stuttered. "You can call him back now,"
"I'm one step ahead of you,"
"Hello?" Smaug's voice came over the receiver.
"I'm putting Gen back on 'cause she's bugging the crap out of me," she was trying to pry the phone out of Ephram's hands, her bottom lip stuck out and her eyes wide.
"Gimmee!" she whined.
"Later dude," Smaug said.
"Bye," Ephram handed the phone to Gen solemnly.
After a minute of talking, Genevive said: "I've got to go,"
"Bye Gen," Mickey said as h hung up.
"Love you, Genevive," Smaug said sincerely.
"No you don't, bye," she retorted.
"Bye," Smaug said sadly, reluctant to let her go. The phone hung up on him, and he solemnly lay on his bed.
~*~*~*~
"He told you he loved you," Ephram stated flatly.
"Mickey told you everything,"
"He told you before I did,"
"That's why I cried," she said. "He doesn't mean it, really,"
"And then Bright. I'll bet he loves you too, doesn't he?" Ephram asked bitterly.
"No, Ephram. Bright's feelings for me weren't even feelings. They were... a crush, I don't know, lust maybe. It's just like Smaug. When I dated him,"
"You dated him?" Ephram interrupted.
"Yeah, remember? It lasted like, two days. He took me to see 'Dude, Where's My Car?' he walked me home, and I went inside. The next day he told me he wasn't attracted to me. Kaput, the end,"
"Oh yeah. That was when we broke up for like, a week," he said solemnly. "Why did we break up that time anyways?" he asked.
"Because my dad hated you and my mom flirted with you!" she giggled.
"Oh yeah, he kept interrogating me. 'Do you live in the slums? What's your curfew? Are you trying to get in my daughter's pants? Are you gay? Why's your hair purple?'" he imitated.
"And then my mom insisted a foot massage. You were out of there like that," she said as she snapped her fingers. "You were lucky, sometimes my dad brings out his rifle collection and Army magazines,"
"No, he saved that for the second date,"
A/N: Hope you had a happy New Year!