Disclaimer: I don't own any of the original characters from Everwood. I do own Sean, his grandparents and Mike.
A New Start - part 2
Finally they arrived to Everwood. It had been a long trip. Instead of going by plane to Denver and drive the rest of the way, his parents decided that they should drive the whole way from their home in California to Colorado. They thought it could be a chance for them to talk a little. It would be kind of impossible to ignore each other when you're in the same car.
His grandparents were standing on the porch, waiting for him. Ready to greet their troubled grandson. They were good people. They had always meant a lot to Sean. As long he can remember he had visited them in the summer. His own parents weren't really that bad if he thought about it. But he didn't always feel like he was their first priority. Sometimes he felt like his parents cared more about their jobs than about him. Or maybe it was his imagination.
They were able to spend some time together every now and then.That's more than many other teenagers can say. His father loves basketball and hockey like him, so they go to a game from time to time.
His mother shared his interest for music. He doesn't play any instrument, but he loves to listen to music. All kinds of music. His mother told him once that when she was pregnant with him she used to listen to Sarah Vaughn, Billie Holiday, Chopin, and even some ABBA.
He couldn't help smiling a little when he saw his grandparents standing on the porch. They had always taken good care of him and they would take good care of him now too. That was one thing that he knew for certain. Before, when Mike was still alive, he could sit and talk about all the fun thing that they had done together, with eyes sparkling with happiness and a big smile on his face. And he could make them cry from laughter with his stories.
And now? What would it be like this time? Would he be able to sit and talk old memories without tears falling from his eyes, this time out of grief not joy?
To be continued....
© february 15th
A New Start - part 2
Finally they arrived to Everwood. It had been a long trip. Instead of going by plane to Denver and drive the rest of the way, his parents decided that they should drive the whole way from their home in California to Colorado. They thought it could be a chance for them to talk a little. It would be kind of impossible to ignore each other when you're in the same car.
His grandparents were standing on the porch, waiting for him. Ready to greet their troubled grandson. They were good people. They had always meant a lot to Sean. As long he can remember he had visited them in the summer. His own parents weren't really that bad if he thought about it. But he didn't always feel like he was their first priority. Sometimes he felt like his parents cared more about their jobs than about him. Or maybe it was his imagination.
They were able to spend some time together every now and then.That's more than many other teenagers can say. His father loves basketball and hockey like him, so they go to a game from time to time.
His mother shared his interest for music. He doesn't play any instrument, but he loves to listen to music. All kinds of music. His mother told him once that when she was pregnant with him she used to listen to Sarah Vaughn, Billie Holiday, Chopin, and even some ABBA.
He couldn't help smiling a little when he saw his grandparents standing on the porch. They had always taken good care of him and they would take good care of him now too. That was one thing that he knew for certain. Before, when Mike was still alive, he could sit and talk about all the fun thing that they had done together, with eyes sparkling with happiness and a big smile on his face. And he could make them cry from laughter with his stories.
And now? What would it be like this time? Would he be able to sit and talk old memories without tears falling from his eyes, this time out of grief not joy?
To be continued....
© february 15th