Two Roads Diverged In A Yellow Wood
A.k.a. Genevive
By Shelly (singcraz)
A/N: ok you guys, I know that before I mentioned that Ephram had lived there for 3 months in this story, but I'm changing in to a year. It is almost Ephram's 2nd Fall Thaw. It just makes the timing a little more realistic. Plus, they are all now 16, except Bright, who of course, is 17. And even though I love Colin, I really don't want to have to deal with him right now. This story is just Ephram, Amy, Bright, and Genevive; our NEW favorite love triangle thingy-ma-bob.
Disclaimers: You know the concept. I don't own anything except Gen, Smaug and Mickey. Otherwise, would I be writing fanfiction? NO! Heehee.
And now for something completely different-
C-Chan: I know. I didn't want it to be all sad. Otherwise, it would just be... sad? Whatever. Did you get my many e-mails??? I hope so!
KirneyState: This chapter is basically all Amy, so don't worry, be happy now!
Ditey: Of course! I'm reminding you... take heed to my warnings!!! Oh gosh, my dad and his friends actually did that when they were like, 14! I thought it was so funny; I just had to put it in there! And I thought, hey, any parent would be a little freaked out if their daughter cam home with a guy who had purple hair!!!
MikeRules2003: Coolio! Thank you so much!
Aeris-chan: Thanks! I love these reviews!
Faith: Ok. This chapter is dedicated to you!!
KingXander: I got plenty of reviews; so don't worry about it, man!
Lover: thank you... I guess... I don't really know, I mean, your review was a tad bit unclear. Uh, sorry for being 'dumb', but I guess I'm glad I have you hooked.
Rory: Thank you so much! You're really sweet. Glad you like it so far! P.S. Do you happen to be a Gilmore Girls fan???
Ok! Thank you all! This is so awesome! I got all these reviews asking for more! So, even though I was stuck in a huge Writer's Block (I think it was possibly made out of cement) I over came it, and I pushed as hard as I could! Whew, now I'm pretty worn out. I feel horrible if this chapter stinks, but I had to write it off the top of my head just to please you people! Well, a promise is a promise!
Chapter 14
Scene 1
Amy Abbott sat in her swivel chair in front of the computer. Her e-mail box was full of shallow, stupid nothings from her friends and she longed for a deeper conversation. One of the sorts could only come from The Unspeakable One known as Ephram Brown. No one knew that she had, had a falling out with him at the dance except them, but she was sure Bright had an inkling. But he didn't matter. Shutting yourself in your room for hours on end wasn't the best way to get attention in this household, and that's exactly what he had done; shut himself away with all his grief and stupid, retarded problems. He had never done anything of the sort, so it was kind of weird, and she suspected it had to do something with a certain blonde haired amoeba that was floating around Everwood lately. Oh well, it wasn't her problem. He was the lovesick one.
"Win A FREE Car!" was deleted. "Special Announcement from Birdie" was deleted. Birdie was her friend, but she could get annoying. "Britney Spears!" was deleted. "Pamela Anderson and Kid Rock scandal on film!" was so yesterday's news, and of course, was deleted. As she clicked through her e-mails, an instant message popped up.
KaylaBaby90210: Hey babe.
Amy sighed. She glanced at her buddy list and noticed who else was on: Mr. Sarcasm himself. But of course he wouldn't do anything about it. As his name suddenly disappeared, so did the lingering hope that he might try to apologize. But instead of feel stupid, she answered Kayla instead.
Perfection Princess: What's up, Kayla?
She looked at her own screen name and laughed. Perfect...ha! If only she were...
KaylaBaby90210: Did you see what Gwen wore to the Grammy's? OMG!
Perfection Princess: Ya, she's such a skank-aholic! And those acid-green streaks in her hair. Ew, I shudder at the thought.
See? Stupid nothings. Just like her e-mails.
KaylaBaby90210: Did you get Birdie's invite to her party?
Perfection Princess: So that's what it was.
KaylaBaby90210: Lol. Ya. She's so desperate to get Tyler back. I mean, after he totally blew her off at the dance she thought it might be cool to throw a monster party to get him back.
Perfection Princess: He dumped her at the dance?
Just then, an idea came to Amy. Maybe not an awesome idea, but an idea nonetheless.
KaylaBaby90210: She was so pissed. But she totally loves him. You know what I heard? That she had to get, like, so many abortions because of him that the people over at the clinic know her by name!
Amy ignored this as she began to come up with her master plan.
KaylaBaby90210: I mean, it is just a rumor, but still.
KaylaBaby90210: Today she told me that she was pregnant again! Can you believe it? What a slut.
"Briiiight!!!" Amy shouted for her brother.
"What" he shouted bitterly from upstairs.
KaylaBaby90210: So anyways, she says she wants to keep this baby because it's "special" somehow.
KaylaBaby90210: I think that's a bunch of BS. She's just tired of waiting for him, and she thinks this'll force him to love her.
"Get your butt down here!" she shouted back. She heard the ominous 'thump thump' of her brother storming down the stairs. She spun around in the chair, smiling madly, proud of her idea and completely forgetting about Kayla.
KaylaBaby90210: So, are you going? It should be pretty interesting.
"Alfred Newman called, he wants his face back," Bright snapped sarcastically when he saw is giddy sister.
KaylaBaby90210: Hellooooo?
KaylaBaby90210: Anyone home?
KaylaBaby90210: Amy?¿!?¿!
KaylaBaby90210: C'mon Ames! I thought-
Amy clicked off the Internet, leaving Kayla hanging there.
"C'mon! Get dressed! We're going out!" she exclaimed.
"Why?" he asked curiously.
"I'm apologizing to Him, because it's the right thing to do," Amy answered matter-o-factly as she raised her chin and crossed her arms. Bright wasn't quite as impressed.
"Whoop-dee-doo," he retorted sarcastically as he twirled his finger in the air and turned to walk back up the stairs. Amy pouted.
"You can't just mope around all day," she hollered back as she lunged at him. She hooked around his leg and looked up at her older brother with puppy dog eyes. "Please, please, please!!" she pleaded. "I don't want to go alone!"
"Find Paige or Kayla or somethin'," he barked as he dragged his sister along to the foot of the stairs.
"They don't understand, Bright! Besides, I'm sure Genevive would appreciate an apology, too" Bright stopped dead in his tracks.
"What did you say?" he searched her face out of the corner of his eye. Sensing a change in him, Amy stood and brushed off her pants.
"Yeah, girls love sappy stuff like that,"
Bright remained quiet for a moment as he pondered his options. Yes, Bright Abbott was pondering. Ha, strange, I know.
"Ok," he mumbled.
"Huh?" Amy asked. Bright sighed.
"I'll go," he muttered. It was embarrassing that his sister knew about his feelings for Gen, but whatever. You can't really hide those things, he decided, no matter how much you deny them.
"Yes!" Amy exclaimed as she rushed up the stairs. She stopped at her bedroom door [which was covered in posters and magazine clippings] and complemented herself. "Amy Abbott, you are brilliant!"
Scene 2
Genevive Loisel was way past mourning. She had known Bright for two days for peat's sake! It was so not worth crying over. Still, when she had decided to go to the library, the Abbott's were the last people on Earth she had suspected would be there.
She had returned the four books she had checked out a couple days before hand after finding only enough time to read one of them. Even though she knew she wouldn't have any time to check out any more books, she decided just to walk around; even the smell of the pages could intoxicate her. After she found a couple of interesting looking books, she felt a tap on her shoulder. She whirled around to reveal Amy, Bright standing right behind her.
"What?" she asked Amy, avoiding eye contact with Bright.
"Uh, I saw you walk in here, so I assumed that Ephram would be with you and I really wanted to talk to him and that would be really cool if you could point out where he is and uh, hi and well-" Amy babbled on. "So basically, where's Ephram?"
"Uhhh, Transylvania, somewhere? I personally don't know. We split up to shop today. But, your best bet would be the music store, you know, next door to here," When Bright looked up and met Genevive's gaze, she was glaring at him ever so slightly.
He quickly turned his eyes away.
*I feel a painful, bloody death coming,* he thought as his eyes wandered to the floor. *Ew, is that gum?*
Amy didn't seem to notice the difference in Gen's manner and was entirely eager to leave.
"Ok-thank-you-bye," she slurred as she turned to leave. Bright was almost as eager to go by the death stare he earned from Genevive. He thought of waving goodbye or saying something witty or charming, but his usual forward disposition had been replaced by a peculiar standoffishness. He slowly turned on his heels and left. When his sister tried to drag him [literally] into the music store, he refused and walked to the car. It was entirely silent, not a sound but the usual weekend traffic in Everwood. He looked out the window and saw the one and only taxicab in Everwood drive off carrying Ms. Bleu, the flower shop owner. He decided to turn on the radio;
~Then you came around me, The walls just disappeared Nothing to surround be To keep me from my fears I'm unprotected See how I've opened up Oh You've made me trust I've never felt like this before And I'm naked around you Does it show? You see right through me and I can't hide I'm naked around you And it feels so right.~
He flicked it off. How a girl you didn't even know could change a boy so drastically was a mystery to Bright, but he felt different in his soul. And even though no one else could see, he could feel that the boy they all called Bright Abbott was turning into a man.
Scene 3
She walked into the store and danced over to the boy looking at the George Winston sheet music. And as selfish as she could be sometimes, she knew it was better to apologize than to just let the storm blow over itself even though it may not be the safest way; she would at least feel better in the long run. As she reached him, he knew. There was an energetic aura about Ms. Abbott that was entirely unmistakable. And although he had Genevive now, he couldn't help but let his dam of feelings for Amy leak a bit. He wasn't really angry, but he wouldn't let her know.
"Hi," she whispered. He continued looking at the piano sheet music as though nothing had happened, and then answered.
"She speaks. In monosyllables, nonetheless, but still..." he said. Suddenly he bit his tongue. *Must... not... smile...* he contained himself and turned to face her. She looked great, as usual, but he wasn't allowed to like her. It just wasn't meant to happen then. He had Genevive, and she had her reputation. And that was how it would always be, no matter what the future might hold.
"I just wanted to say-" Ephram cut her off by holing up his hands in surrender.
"You've apologized enough. I wasn't having a great night. That's it, it wasn't really you. But I was still kind of angry about the whole window thing..."
Amy smiled.
"Haha, that was pretty ditzy of me. And stupid. I really shouldn't have tried to pry into your personal life. I just, I don't know, just, Genevive makes me get kind of defensive and..." Now it was Amy's turn to bite her tongue.
Ephram cracked a grin.
"Why! Is Amy jealous of Genevive?" he asked joking.
Amy jumped to her own defense.
"No! Why would I be jealous of your girlfriend? There's no reason, I mean, she's cool with me. Psh, I wouldn't, I didn't, I mean, you know what I mean," she rambled nervously. And of course he did, he wasn't stupid. It meant she was jealous, which was kind of cool. He smirked again.
"Whoa there Turbo. I better get going," he put the music away and meandered out the door into the library. He was being way to easy that day and really should've given Amy a run for her money. But he had to admit, her efforts were genuine, and that was a nice change. As he wandered around through the bookshelves, he thought about his life with Amy. For a year now, it had been back and fourth, back and fourth with no results. Their time was over. It was time for old/ new love to blossom, meaning it was now the age of Gen. Like a pie. You bake it and it smells perfect, looks perfect, and even tastes perfect. But if you let it sit too long before you actually ate it, it gets old. He had tasted his nibbles of the pie, three or four kisses, 730 days, which was 17520 hours, or could be 1051200 minutes, and a countless number of seconds waiting for her. Was that worth it? No, it was old. Time to move on. And the feelings he had felt for a minute were evaporated into thin air. Genevive snuck up behind him and kissed his ear.
"Let's get out of here," she murmured.
"Yeah," he whispered. No longer was he confused. They drove home, and that was it.
~*~*~*~
Amy sat in the car with her brother. He drove while she sat, smiling with faith and her eyes glinting with truth. She thought the world might be perfect now. Ephram. Ephram Brown. She loved the name. And never did it sound better to her.
A/N: Hope you liked! This was all just off the top of my head, so I am very sorry if it stank!
Love,
Shelly
A/N: ok you guys, I know that before I mentioned that Ephram had lived there for 3 months in this story, but I'm changing in to a year. It is almost Ephram's 2nd Fall Thaw. It just makes the timing a little more realistic. Plus, they are all now 16, except Bright, who of course, is 17. And even though I love Colin, I really don't want to have to deal with him right now. This story is just Ephram, Amy, Bright, and Genevive; our NEW favorite love triangle thingy-ma-bob.
Disclaimers: You know the concept. I don't own anything except Gen, Smaug and Mickey. Otherwise, would I be writing fanfiction? NO! Heehee.
And now for something completely different-
C-Chan: I know. I didn't want it to be all sad. Otherwise, it would just be... sad? Whatever. Did you get my many e-mails??? I hope so!
KirneyState: This chapter is basically all Amy, so don't worry, be happy now!
Ditey: Of course! I'm reminding you... take heed to my warnings!!! Oh gosh, my dad and his friends actually did that when they were like, 14! I thought it was so funny; I just had to put it in there! And I thought, hey, any parent would be a little freaked out if their daughter cam home with a guy who had purple hair!!!
MikeRules2003: Coolio! Thank you so much!
Aeris-chan: Thanks! I love these reviews!
Faith: Ok. This chapter is dedicated to you!!
KingXander: I got plenty of reviews; so don't worry about it, man!
Lover: thank you... I guess... I don't really know, I mean, your review was a tad bit unclear. Uh, sorry for being 'dumb', but I guess I'm glad I have you hooked.
Rory: Thank you so much! You're really sweet. Glad you like it so far! P.S. Do you happen to be a Gilmore Girls fan???
Ok! Thank you all! This is so awesome! I got all these reviews asking for more! So, even though I was stuck in a huge Writer's Block (I think it was possibly made out of cement) I over came it, and I pushed as hard as I could! Whew, now I'm pretty worn out. I feel horrible if this chapter stinks, but I had to write it off the top of my head just to please you people! Well, a promise is a promise!
Chapter 14
Scene 1
Amy Abbott sat in her swivel chair in front of the computer. Her e-mail box was full of shallow, stupid nothings from her friends and she longed for a deeper conversation. One of the sorts could only come from The Unspeakable One known as Ephram Brown. No one knew that she had, had a falling out with him at the dance except them, but she was sure Bright had an inkling. But he didn't matter. Shutting yourself in your room for hours on end wasn't the best way to get attention in this household, and that's exactly what he had done; shut himself away with all his grief and stupid, retarded problems. He had never done anything of the sort, so it was kind of weird, and she suspected it had to do something with a certain blonde haired amoeba that was floating around Everwood lately. Oh well, it wasn't her problem. He was the lovesick one.
"Win A FREE Car!" was deleted. "Special Announcement from Birdie" was deleted. Birdie was her friend, but she could get annoying. "Britney Spears!" was deleted. "Pamela Anderson and Kid Rock scandal on film!" was so yesterday's news, and of course, was deleted. As she clicked through her e-mails, an instant message popped up.
KaylaBaby90210: Hey babe.
Amy sighed. She glanced at her buddy list and noticed who else was on: Mr. Sarcasm himself. But of course he wouldn't do anything about it. As his name suddenly disappeared, so did the lingering hope that he might try to apologize. But instead of feel stupid, she answered Kayla instead.
Perfection Princess: What's up, Kayla?
She looked at her own screen name and laughed. Perfect...ha! If only she were...
KaylaBaby90210: Did you see what Gwen wore to the Grammy's? OMG!
Perfection Princess: Ya, she's such a skank-aholic! And those acid-green streaks in her hair. Ew, I shudder at the thought.
See? Stupid nothings. Just like her e-mails.
KaylaBaby90210: Did you get Birdie's invite to her party?
Perfection Princess: So that's what it was.
KaylaBaby90210: Lol. Ya. She's so desperate to get Tyler back. I mean, after he totally blew her off at the dance she thought it might be cool to throw a monster party to get him back.
Perfection Princess: He dumped her at the dance?
Just then, an idea came to Amy. Maybe not an awesome idea, but an idea nonetheless.
KaylaBaby90210: She was so pissed. But she totally loves him. You know what I heard? That she had to get, like, so many abortions because of him that the people over at the clinic know her by name!
Amy ignored this as she began to come up with her master plan.
KaylaBaby90210: I mean, it is just a rumor, but still.
KaylaBaby90210: Today she told me that she was pregnant again! Can you believe it? What a slut.
"Briiiight!!!" Amy shouted for her brother.
"What" he shouted bitterly from upstairs.
KaylaBaby90210: So anyways, she says she wants to keep this baby because it's "special" somehow.
KaylaBaby90210: I think that's a bunch of BS. She's just tired of waiting for him, and she thinks this'll force him to love her.
"Get your butt down here!" she shouted back. She heard the ominous 'thump thump' of her brother storming down the stairs. She spun around in the chair, smiling madly, proud of her idea and completely forgetting about Kayla.
KaylaBaby90210: So, are you going? It should be pretty interesting.
"Alfred Newman called, he wants his face back," Bright snapped sarcastically when he saw is giddy sister.
KaylaBaby90210: Hellooooo?
KaylaBaby90210: Anyone home?
KaylaBaby90210: Amy?¿!?¿!
KaylaBaby90210: C'mon Ames! I thought-
Amy clicked off the Internet, leaving Kayla hanging there.
"C'mon! Get dressed! We're going out!" she exclaimed.
"Why?" he asked curiously.
"I'm apologizing to Him, because it's the right thing to do," Amy answered matter-o-factly as she raised her chin and crossed her arms. Bright wasn't quite as impressed.
"Whoop-dee-doo," he retorted sarcastically as he twirled his finger in the air and turned to walk back up the stairs. Amy pouted.
"You can't just mope around all day," she hollered back as she lunged at him. She hooked around his leg and looked up at her older brother with puppy dog eyes. "Please, please, please!!" she pleaded. "I don't want to go alone!"
"Find Paige or Kayla or somethin'," he barked as he dragged his sister along to the foot of the stairs.
"They don't understand, Bright! Besides, I'm sure Genevive would appreciate an apology, too" Bright stopped dead in his tracks.
"What did you say?" he searched her face out of the corner of his eye. Sensing a change in him, Amy stood and brushed off her pants.
"Yeah, girls love sappy stuff like that,"
Bright remained quiet for a moment as he pondered his options. Yes, Bright Abbott was pondering. Ha, strange, I know.
"Ok," he mumbled.
"Huh?" Amy asked. Bright sighed.
"I'll go," he muttered. It was embarrassing that his sister knew about his feelings for Gen, but whatever. You can't really hide those things, he decided, no matter how much you deny them.
"Yes!" Amy exclaimed as she rushed up the stairs. She stopped at her bedroom door [which was covered in posters and magazine clippings] and complemented herself. "Amy Abbott, you are brilliant!"
Scene 2
Genevive Loisel was way past mourning. She had known Bright for two days for peat's sake! It was so not worth crying over. Still, when she had decided to go to the library, the Abbott's were the last people on Earth she had suspected would be there.
She had returned the four books she had checked out a couple days before hand after finding only enough time to read one of them. Even though she knew she wouldn't have any time to check out any more books, she decided just to walk around; even the smell of the pages could intoxicate her. After she found a couple of interesting looking books, she felt a tap on her shoulder. She whirled around to reveal Amy, Bright standing right behind her.
"What?" she asked Amy, avoiding eye contact with Bright.
"Uh, I saw you walk in here, so I assumed that Ephram would be with you and I really wanted to talk to him and that would be really cool if you could point out where he is and uh, hi and well-" Amy babbled on. "So basically, where's Ephram?"
"Uhhh, Transylvania, somewhere? I personally don't know. We split up to shop today. But, your best bet would be the music store, you know, next door to here," When Bright looked up and met Genevive's gaze, she was glaring at him ever so slightly.
He quickly turned his eyes away.
*I feel a painful, bloody death coming,* he thought as his eyes wandered to the floor. *Ew, is that gum?*
Amy didn't seem to notice the difference in Gen's manner and was entirely eager to leave.
"Ok-thank-you-bye," she slurred as she turned to leave. Bright was almost as eager to go by the death stare he earned from Genevive. He thought of waving goodbye or saying something witty or charming, but his usual forward disposition had been replaced by a peculiar standoffishness. He slowly turned on his heels and left. When his sister tried to drag him [literally] into the music store, he refused and walked to the car. It was entirely silent, not a sound but the usual weekend traffic in Everwood. He looked out the window and saw the one and only taxicab in Everwood drive off carrying Ms. Bleu, the flower shop owner. He decided to turn on the radio;
~Then you came around me, The walls just disappeared Nothing to surround be To keep me from my fears I'm unprotected See how I've opened up Oh You've made me trust I've never felt like this before And I'm naked around you Does it show? You see right through me and I can't hide I'm naked around you And it feels so right.~
He flicked it off. How a girl you didn't even know could change a boy so drastically was a mystery to Bright, but he felt different in his soul. And even though no one else could see, he could feel that the boy they all called Bright Abbott was turning into a man.
Scene 3
She walked into the store and danced over to the boy looking at the George Winston sheet music. And as selfish as she could be sometimes, she knew it was better to apologize than to just let the storm blow over itself even though it may not be the safest way; she would at least feel better in the long run. As she reached him, he knew. There was an energetic aura about Ms. Abbott that was entirely unmistakable. And although he had Genevive now, he couldn't help but let his dam of feelings for Amy leak a bit. He wasn't really angry, but he wouldn't let her know.
"Hi," she whispered. He continued looking at the piano sheet music as though nothing had happened, and then answered.
"She speaks. In monosyllables, nonetheless, but still..." he said. Suddenly he bit his tongue. *Must... not... smile...* he contained himself and turned to face her. She looked great, as usual, but he wasn't allowed to like her. It just wasn't meant to happen then. He had Genevive, and she had her reputation. And that was how it would always be, no matter what the future might hold.
"I just wanted to say-" Ephram cut her off by holing up his hands in surrender.
"You've apologized enough. I wasn't having a great night. That's it, it wasn't really you. But I was still kind of angry about the whole window thing..."
Amy smiled.
"Haha, that was pretty ditzy of me. And stupid. I really shouldn't have tried to pry into your personal life. I just, I don't know, just, Genevive makes me get kind of defensive and..." Now it was Amy's turn to bite her tongue.
Ephram cracked a grin.
"Why! Is Amy jealous of Genevive?" he asked joking.
Amy jumped to her own defense.
"No! Why would I be jealous of your girlfriend? There's no reason, I mean, she's cool with me. Psh, I wouldn't, I didn't, I mean, you know what I mean," she rambled nervously. And of course he did, he wasn't stupid. It meant she was jealous, which was kind of cool. He smirked again.
"Whoa there Turbo. I better get going," he put the music away and meandered out the door into the library. He was being way to easy that day and really should've given Amy a run for her money. But he had to admit, her efforts were genuine, and that was a nice change. As he wandered around through the bookshelves, he thought about his life with Amy. For a year now, it had been back and fourth, back and fourth with no results. Their time was over. It was time for old/ new love to blossom, meaning it was now the age of Gen. Like a pie. You bake it and it smells perfect, looks perfect, and even tastes perfect. But if you let it sit too long before you actually ate it, it gets old. He had tasted his nibbles of the pie, three or four kisses, 730 days, which was 17520 hours, or could be 1051200 minutes, and a countless number of seconds waiting for her. Was that worth it? No, it was old. Time to move on. And the feelings he had felt for a minute were evaporated into thin air. Genevive snuck up behind him and kissed his ear.
"Let's get out of here," she murmured.
"Yeah," he whispered. No longer was he confused. They drove home, and that was it.
~*~*~*~
Amy sat in the car with her brother. He drove while she sat, smiling with faith and her eyes glinting with truth. She thought the world might be perfect now. Ephram. Ephram Brown. She loved the name. And never did it sound better to her.
A/N: Hope you liked! This was all just off the top of my head, so I am very sorry if it stank!
Love,
Shelly