Two Roads Diverged In A Yellow Wood
A.k.a. Genevive
By Shelly (singcraz)
Disclaimer: If you haven't gotten the point by now, I pity you.
Thanks so much!
Blazingangelwings: you know how many times I've heard the "love sick puppy" line? About a million! Haha! That just proves it; we need an "Add Gen Into The Show" petition!
Ditey: I know you may not see this, but thanks so much. And TADA! The nickname is. Sunstruck! Like Moonstruck, but Sunny, like you! We miss you so! Come back to us, Aph!
Faith: Lol, you earned the chapter. We love ya! Thanks a bunch!
Hoopzgurl25: Aw! Don't flatter me *blushes*. You've earned my gratitude!
Nikki: I'm glad the word is spreading! This all makes me feel so warm and fuzzy (lol).
Riss: Ah, the brilliant minds never share their secrets. just kidding. I don't know about advice, I don't want to sound cliché or anything, so I'll have to think about that, but I'll email you soon. Oh, here's some advice: update quickly so as not to tick any fans off!
All the others whose names I forgot to write down: No that was completely not the last chapter! Ahhh, here you go!
I am sooo sorry you guys! I feel so horrible because I left you hanging for so long, but I've been really, really busy with life and three other stories. Thanks for your patience!
Ok, are you ready kids? I can't hear you!! OH! Who lives in a pineapple under the. oops! Wrong show, wrong town.
Ready?! Begin!
Chapter 15
It was Sunday, and then Monday, and next the nothingness began. Yes, nothingness. Genevive Loisel and Ephram Brown did nothing, absolutely positively nothing. They sat, they sang, they watched TV, they absorbed a Celebrity Death Match marathon and created their own version (which consisted of Christina Aguilara being dismembered by the kids from 'The Puzzle Place"). And the emptiness was nice; their lives were already soap- opera-y enough, and even the stars need breaks. But in-between the fun there were uncomfortable silences in which both knew what the other was thinking. But neither brought up the subject and sooner or later one of them thought of yet another game to mask the problem.
But Looming Tuesday came anyways, no matter how many people cursed it off. And although Gen only had four hours left, she procrastinated on her packing and sat with Ephram on the piano bench.
"C'mon, just do it!" she whined loudly.
"Was that a sexual innuendo, or were you advertising Nike shoes?" he asked slyly. She glared at him out of the corner of her eyes and he shrugged innocently.
"What have we been arguing about for the past five minutes, dummy? Play me that song."
Ephram turned his eyes down and frowned subtly. The song just happened to be the song he wrote for Amy. The only song he had ever composed himself. He felt so stupid and mentally kicked himself for not tossing off the music, or at least for not taking it off the piano stand before his girlfriend came over.
"I can't."
"What do you mean you can't? You're awesome Ephram, you just need to find yourself,"
"I have," he sighed.
"Yeah, uhuh," she said skeptically.
"What, I did.. In you," Gen looked up at him in shock and her mouth hung open in disbelief. He couldn't think of what to do say. One side of his brain shrieked "Run, you fool!" Another told him to break the ice with a witty comment. Instead, he kissed her. long and hard. Hey, actions do speak louder than words. Right in their moment of romance, Gen stood suddenly, pulling away so hard their lips made a popping sound as the kiss was busted. Ephram followed and leaned in, narrow mindedly thinking she was insinuating that she wanted to go kiss somewhere else; but just before anything could happen, she looked down, his lips just barely catching her forehead.
As she watched her hands intertwine with each other, she clearly said, "I'm leaving, Ephram,"
"I know," his voice trembled and his eyes grew dark. Genevive grasped for something to say or somewhere to go, anywhere but there.
"I'll be right back," was whispered, and she was gone. Ephram resumed his original place on the piano bench. He rubbed his face with his hands and took a breath.
~*~*~*(*)*~*~*~
With his music blasting, Bright tightened another screw. He wiped the increasing sweat off his brow and checked his watch. It was still early in the morning, which bugged the heck out of him. The day was moving like a slug. Looming Tuesday was stalking him, too.
"Hey Shorty, it's your birthday. We gonna party like it's your birthday."
Bright groaned as he peered into the hood of the car, staring at the steaming engine almost clueless-ly. His brain cells finally made a connection and he began searching through his toolbox for a smaller wrench. How the car got so messed up in a day totally blew him away, and he was entirely glad that he hadn't ditched automotive studies too often.
He knew he should be at school, but since both parents had gone to Denver for the day, he and Amy had decided to stay home. Yes, they had sad reasons, yes, it was really stupid, and yes, if their parents found out it would mean permanent physical and social death.
As he wiped his hands off on his now-stained under shirt, a figure moved in the distance. He watched the being for a second, but after the realization of who it was, turned back to his work. The person continued stealthily but quickly pacing towards him nervously. He wasn't sure if he could leave and lock her out. It would be really cruel, even for him. And who wants to look like they can't even face a girl? So he stayed but acted as if she weren't even there. He stuck his face close to the engine and continued working. Once the girl caught up with him, she knocked on the hood of the car with her fist.
"What's wrong with her?" she asked, signaling towards the car.
"Don't know," he answered simply as he tightened a bolt.
"Oh," she answered as she leaned on the coupé. Genevive stuck her face out towards the hot sun and shut her eyes, breathing calmly. She had no idea saying sorry and goodbye could be so hard. The days they had known each other were short, but the experiences ran deep. She opened her eyes again after a moment and sighed. She sarcastically pointed towards his oily undershirt and smiled, "Nice getup. Calvin Kline?"
Bright slammed the wrench down. "Why are you even here?"
Genevive's mouth tightened and her eyes searched for a new topic. "I don't know," she finally complied.
"I don't have time for this. I'll see you later," Bright said as he picked up his toolbox and began to exit.
Gen shouted for him desperately, "Wait!"
Bright's grip on the toolbox tightened ceaselessly and his knuckles turned an unnatural shade of white. He gritted his teeth and stopped, but never turned to face the woman behind him. She continued talking without his reply, and he only stood unmoving.
"I know I totally don't deserve your forgiveness or anything, but you know, I'm sorry. I'm not sorry for being mad or anything because you deserved that. The kiss was uncalled for and kind of a stupid move on your part, but I'm sorry for lashing out. I don't want us to never speak again, and I want us to be friends. You're a cool guy, even if you can be kind of. all brawn, you know what I mean? Very masculine." She trailed off and stopped talking, secretly wising he'd turn around and say something. When nothing happened, she sighed. "Ok, I feel better now." She turned on her heels and began walking in the direction of Ephram's house. She turned around one last time and looked at the boy's solid back. She was about to turn around when his voice stopped her.
"I think you're cool too." Gen halted and smiled. She rushed over to the rigid figure and he turned around at the patter of her feet. She jumped up and hugged him, one arm around his waist and the other around his neck. He dropped the toolbox and it fell with a tinny clang; next he slowly raised his arms and hugged the girl back, his lips tugging into a small, refreshed grin.
"I hope we can stay friends when I'm gone," Gen sincerely professed as she loosened her grip.
"Me too. Aren't you leaving today?" he wondered sadly as he let go.
"Yeah," she smiled dryly and he smirked.
"A parting kiss?" he requested. She punched his shoulder playfully. "Alright, so nothings perfect."
"I don't know about that." she trailed off and desolately added, "I'll miss it here," Genevive looked around and slowly swiveled her head to soak up what she was leaving. "The trees, the mountains, the nature. the people,"
"What people? We only have 3,000 in the whole town."
"All people. The fresh air. Everything is so pristine. Pleasantville, minus the black-and-white," Genevive congratulated herself silently on the allusion and smiled.
"I guess it can be nice here," Bright admitted.
Genevive smirked, "Best damn week of my life,"
At that, both teenagers new it was time to let go. They came together and hugged one last time, both relived but sad that it was over. They could get on with their lives. When they divided, Gen twirled her index finger in one blonde ringlet. "Hm," she smiled and untwisted her fingers. "Later babe," she whispered as she backed out of the driveway.
Like clockwork, Amy burst out of the door.
"Bright, I need your help. The garbage disposal thingy is spitting and-oh, Gen, hi," she smiled at the girl and Genevive waved. "Where are you going?"
"Back home. My NYC must be missing me by now," she beamed. So yeah, she irked Amy a bit, but she was so hard not to like.
"Already?" Amy inquired.
"Yep," Genevive answered. "See you around, maybe," she turned away and began to walk back, but turned once more.
"Amy?"
"Yeah?" Amy answered.
"Don't wait too long, ok?"
"Too long for what?" Amy confusedly asked.
"You know. The competition's gone now, go claim your prize," she winked at Amy, and with that, left. Bright stood, looking back and forth between the two girls.
"What was that about?" he asked.
"Nothing," Amy answered jollily, finally understanding. "Man, she left right when I was getting to like her, too."
Bright raised his eyebrows. "No way. You can't stand her,"
"Am I that transparent?" Amy fronted wistfully.
"Crystal clear," Bright answered. Amy grinned and turned inside, shutting the door leisurely behind her. Her brother stood for a moment, absorbing all that had happened. He slowly bent down to pick up his toolbox, and he walked inside, never taking his gaze off the spot where she had stood for more than a few seconds. He laughed quietly, and was gone.
~*~*~*(*)*~*~*~
The morning was dwindling and she was already packed up. As she loaded her bags into the trunk of the taxi they had rented, she smiled dimly at Ephram.
"You're coming with, right?" she asked. She sounded so much like a child right then, so innocent and frightened of loneliness. Ephram faced her and placed both her hands in his.
"Duh," he managed to say weakly as he leaned down to kiss her.
The single taxi driver saw the lovers kiss and mumble simple nothings to each other and he contemplatively stared through the window, wishing he were so young and had someone to love him.
Ephram helped Gen into the backseat of the yellow cab and he slid into the seat next to hers. Andy tapped on the window before they left.
"Be safe," he reprimanded fatherly, and Gen smiled.
"I'll miss you to, Doc,"
Andy waved and wiped his watering eyes. They were growing up so fast.
~*~*~*(*)*~*~*~
A/N: Wahhhhh, only two more chapters to go (if I end up feeling creative and make an alternate ending, you'll be in luck). This is one of my favorites: I personally love the Bright/Gen action the best, even if they're not together. Well, love you all! This fiction should be done in the next two weeks (spring break, yea!), but maybe I'll add a sequel if you all are good little children and review (lol). Just kidding. kind of. haha.
Namaste,
~Shelly
Disclaimer: If you haven't gotten the point by now, I pity you.
Thanks so much!
Blazingangelwings: you know how many times I've heard the "love sick puppy" line? About a million! Haha! That just proves it; we need an "Add Gen Into The Show" petition!
Ditey: I know you may not see this, but thanks so much. And TADA! The nickname is. Sunstruck! Like Moonstruck, but Sunny, like you! We miss you so! Come back to us, Aph!
Faith: Lol, you earned the chapter. We love ya! Thanks a bunch!
Hoopzgurl25: Aw! Don't flatter me *blushes*. You've earned my gratitude!
Nikki: I'm glad the word is spreading! This all makes me feel so warm and fuzzy (lol).
Riss: Ah, the brilliant minds never share their secrets. just kidding. I don't know about advice, I don't want to sound cliché or anything, so I'll have to think about that, but I'll email you soon. Oh, here's some advice: update quickly so as not to tick any fans off!
All the others whose names I forgot to write down: No that was completely not the last chapter! Ahhh, here you go!
I am sooo sorry you guys! I feel so horrible because I left you hanging for so long, but I've been really, really busy with life and three other stories. Thanks for your patience!
Ok, are you ready kids? I can't hear you!! OH! Who lives in a pineapple under the. oops! Wrong show, wrong town.
Ready?! Begin!
Chapter 15
It was Sunday, and then Monday, and next the nothingness began. Yes, nothingness. Genevive Loisel and Ephram Brown did nothing, absolutely positively nothing. They sat, they sang, they watched TV, they absorbed a Celebrity Death Match marathon and created their own version (which consisted of Christina Aguilara being dismembered by the kids from 'The Puzzle Place"). And the emptiness was nice; their lives were already soap- opera-y enough, and even the stars need breaks. But in-between the fun there were uncomfortable silences in which both knew what the other was thinking. But neither brought up the subject and sooner or later one of them thought of yet another game to mask the problem.
But Looming Tuesday came anyways, no matter how many people cursed it off. And although Gen only had four hours left, she procrastinated on her packing and sat with Ephram on the piano bench.
"C'mon, just do it!" she whined loudly.
"Was that a sexual innuendo, or were you advertising Nike shoes?" he asked slyly. She glared at him out of the corner of her eyes and he shrugged innocently.
"What have we been arguing about for the past five minutes, dummy? Play me that song."
Ephram turned his eyes down and frowned subtly. The song just happened to be the song he wrote for Amy. The only song he had ever composed himself. He felt so stupid and mentally kicked himself for not tossing off the music, or at least for not taking it off the piano stand before his girlfriend came over.
"I can't."
"What do you mean you can't? You're awesome Ephram, you just need to find yourself,"
"I have," he sighed.
"Yeah, uhuh," she said skeptically.
"What, I did.. In you," Gen looked up at him in shock and her mouth hung open in disbelief. He couldn't think of what to do say. One side of his brain shrieked "Run, you fool!" Another told him to break the ice with a witty comment. Instead, he kissed her. long and hard. Hey, actions do speak louder than words. Right in their moment of romance, Gen stood suddenly, pulling away so hard their lips made a popping sound as the kiss was busted. Ephram followed and leaned in, narrow mindedly thinking she was insinuating that she wanted to go kiss somewhere else; but just before anything could happen, she looked down, his lips just barely catching her forehead.
As she watched her hands intertwine with each other, she clearly said, "I'm leaving, Ephram,"
"I know," his voice trembled and his eyes grew dark. Genevive grasped for something to say or somewhere to go, anywhere but there.
"I'll be right back," was whispered, and she was gone. Ephram resumed his original place on the piano bench. He rubbed his face with his hands and took a breath.
~*~*~*(*)*~*~*~
With his music blasting, Bright tightened another screw. He wiped the increasing sweat off his brow and checked his watch. It was still early in the morning, which bugged the heck out of him. The day was moving like a slug. Looming Tuesday was stalking him, too.
"Hey Shorty, it's your birthday. We gonna party like it's your birthday."
Bright groaned as he peered into the hood of the car, staring at the steaming engine almost clueless-ly. His brain cells finally made a connection and he began searching through his toolbox for a smaller wrench. How the car got so messed up in a day totally blew him away, and he was entirely glad that he hadn't ditched automotive studies too often.
He knew he should be at school, but since both parents had gone to Denver for the day, he and Amy had decided to stay home. Yes, they had sad reasons, yes, it was really stupid, and yes, if their parents found out it would mean permanent physical and social death.
As he wiped his hands off on his now-stained under shirt, a figure moved in the distance. He watched the being for a second, but after the realization of who it was, turned back to his work. The person continued stealthily but quickly pacing towards him nervously. He wasn't sure if he could leave and lock her out. It would be really cruel, even for him. And who wants to look like they can't even face a girl? So he stayed but acted as if she weren't even there. He stuck his face close to the engine and continued working. Once the girl caught up with him, she knocked on the hood of the car with her fist.
"What's wrong with her?" she asked, signaling towards the car.
"Don't know," he answered simply as he tightened a bolt.
"Oh," she answered as she leaned on the coupé. Genevive stuck her face out towards the hot sun and shut her eyes, breathing calmly. She had no idea saying sorry and goodbye could be so hard. The days they had known each other were short, but the experiences ran deep. She opened her eyes again after a moment and sighed. She sarcastically pointed towards his oily undershirt and smiled, "Nice getup. Calvin Kline?"
Bright slammed the wrench down. "Why are you even here?"
Genevive's mouth tightened and her eyes searched for a new topic. "I don't know," she finally complied.
"I don't have time for this. I'll see you later," Bright said as he picked up his toolbox and began to exit.
Gen shouted for him desperately, "Wait!"
Bright's grip on the toolbox tightened ceaselessly and his knuckles turned an unnatural shade of white. He gritted his teeth and stopped, but never turned to face the woman behind him. She continued talking without his reply, and he only stood unmoving.
"I know I totally don't deserve your forgiveness or anything, but you know, I'm sorry. I'm not sorry for being mad or anything because you deserved that. The kiss was uncalled for and kind of a stupid move on your part, but I'm sorry for lashing out. I don't want us to never speak again, and I want us to be friends. You're a cool guy, even if you can be kind of. all brawn, you know what I mean? Very masculine." She trailed off and stopped talking, secretly wising he'd turn around and say something. When nothing happened, she sighed. "Ok, I feel better now." She turned on her heels and began walking in the direction of Ephram's house. She turned around one last time and looked at the boy's solid back. She was about to turn around when his voice stopped her.
"I think you're cool too." Gen halted and smiled. She rushed over to the rigid figure and he turned around at the patter of her feet. She jumped up and hugged him, one arm around his waist and the other around his neck. He dropped the toolbox and it fell with a tinny clang; next he slowly raised his arms and hugged the girl back, his lips tugging into a small, refreshed grin.
"I hope we can stay friends when I'm gone," Gen sincerely professed as she loosened her grip.
"Me too. Aren't you leaving today?" he wondered sadly as he let go.
"Yeah," she smiled dryly and he smirked.
"A parting kiss?" he requested. She punched his shoulder playfully. "Alright, so nothings perfect."
"I don't know about that." she trailed off and desolately added, "I'll miss it here," Genevive looked around and slowly swiveled her head to soak up what she was leaving. "The trees, the mountains, the nature. the people,"
"What people? We only have 3,000 in the whole town."
"All people. The fresh air. Everything is so pristine. Pleasantville, minus the black-and-white," Genevive congratulated herself silently on the allusion and smiled.
"I guess it can be nice here," Bright admitted.
Genevive smirked, "Best damn week of my life,"
At that, both teenagers new it was time to let go. They came together and hugged one last time, both relived but sad that it was over. They could get on with their lives. When they divided, Gen twirled her index finger in one blonde ringlet. "Hm," she smiled and untwisted her fingers. "Later babe," she whispered as she backed out of the driveway.
Like clockwork, Amy burst out of the door.
"Bright, I need your help. The garbage disposal thingy is spitting and-oh, Gen, hi," she smiled at the girl and Genevive waved. "Where are you going?"
"Back home. My NYC must be missing me by now," she beamed. So yeah, she irked Amy a bit, but she was so hard not to like.
"Already?" Amy inquired.
"Yep," Genevive answered. "See you around, maybe," she turned away and began to walk back, but turned once more.
"Amy?"
"Yeah?" Amy answered.
"Don't wait too long, ok?"
"Too long for what?" Amy confusedly asked.
"You know. The competition's gone now, go claim your prize," she winked at Amy, and with that, left. Bright stood, looking back and forth between the two girls.
"What was that about?" he asked.
"Nothing," Amy answered jollily, finally understanding. "Man, she left right when I was getting to like her, too."
Bright raised his eyebrows. "No way. You can't stand her,"
"Am I that transparent?" Amy fronted wistfully.
"Crystal clear," Bright answered. Amy grinned and turned inside, shutting the door leisurely behind her. Her brother stood for a moment, absorbing all that had happened. He slowly bent down to pick up his toolbox, and he walked inside, never taking his gaze off the spot where she had stood for more than a few seconds. He laughed quietly, and was gone.
~*~*~*(*)*~*~*~
The morning was dwindling and she was already packed up. As she loaded her bags into the trunk of the taxi they had rented, she smiled dimly at Ephram.
"You're coming with, right?" she asked. She sounded so much like a child right then, so innocent and frightened of loneliness. Ephram faced her and placed both her hands in his.
"Duh," he managed to say weakly as he leaned down to kiss her.
The single taxi driver saw the lovers kiss and mumble simple nothings to each other and he contemplatively stared through the window, wishing he were so young and had someone to love him.
Ephram helped Gen into the backseat of the yellow cab and he slid into the seat next to hers. Andy tapped on the window before they left.
"Be safe," he reprimanded fatherly, and Gen smiled.
"I'll miss you to, Doc,"
Andy waved and wiped his watering eyes. They were growing up so fast.
~*~*~*(*)*~*~*~
A/N: Wahhhhh, only two more chapters to go (if I end up feeling creative and make an alternate ending, you'll be in luck). This is one of my favorites: I personally love the Bright/Gen action the best, even if they're not together. Well, love you all! This fiction should be done in the next two weeks (spring break, yea!), but maybe I'll add a sequel if you all are good little children and review (lol). Just kidding. kind of. haha.
Namaste,
~Shelly