"Remy, you have to."
"Your parents can't make me." She pouted looking down at the plaid skirt and white blouse her mom had picked out to go to Bright's house that night.
Amy rolled her eyes. "No, but you should. If my parents actually met you and talked to you they would see that you're good for Bright. I saw his midterm marks. They went up." She looked at the outfit Remy was wearing. "You look like a Catholic school girl."
Remy's nose wrinkled in disgust. "I look like a brunette Britney Spears."
Amy laughed pulling one of Remy's many pillows to her chest. "I wasn't going to say that. If you wore that to school, you might fit in."
Remy gasped. "Don't even threaten that!" Remy bit her thumbnail and frowned at her reflection in the mirror. "Amy, have you ever deconstructed an outfit before?"
Remy walked down the stairs with Amy on her heels. She wore loose blue pants, in place of the skirt and the blue plaid was cut up as patches that were sewn over the many holes there used to be. Her white shirt was wrinkled and the sleeves were torn off. The pearly buttons were placed with navy blue buttons, which only a few were done up.
"Remy! I bought you those things for Christmas last year! Why did you have to ruin them! You look like a mess." Her mother replied crossly, tapping her foot which was in a black pump that matched the rest of her outfit.
Remy blinked. "Because I would never wear them and this is more me."
"Don't talk back to your mother. I don't care if your friend is standing right there." Her father replied exasperated.
Remy rolled her eyes and walked to the car. "Amy, do you see why my parents don't like me?"
"Tell me again why you want to do this?" Bright whined while straightening the black tie that hung around his neck.
Harold frowned at Bright. "I want to see how this girl has been brought up. I want to see how her parents are. Bright, I just want to know if she's good enough for you."
Bright took the tie off and threw it on his bed in frustration. "I don't need a tie. They are stupid and they bug me." He collapsed on his bed and rubbed his forehead.
Harold sat beside his son and patted his back. "Look, I really want to like this girl . . ."
"Her name is Remy. At least learn my girlfriend's name before her and her parents come over." Bright said brushing his father's hand off his shoulder.
Harold's shoulders slumped. "I want to like Remy; I really do. But she seems like a bad influence. I realize you like her and all, but you have to work your butt off to get into college now, seeing you're off the football team. You don't need a distraction."
Bright got up off the bed and walked toward the door to his room. "On my desk are my midterm marks. Remy helped me study. The coach talked to me and told me I'm back on the team. I could still get a scholarship, father." Bright spat at his father and stormed down the stairs.
Bright stared across the dining room table at Remy. She had been placed at the complete opposite side to him. Their fathers sat on the ends of the table shooting looks at each other and their mothers had a quiet conversation going about nice vacation spots. Amy sat looking back and forth from Remy to Bright wondering what they were thinking.
"So, I guess we should talk about why you are here." Harold finally spoke, adding to the awkwardness and silencing Rose and Rita's small talk.
Remy's father Lewis looked up from his mashed potatoes. "Yes, about your son and Remembrance."
Remy shuttered at the mention of her real name. Her father insisted on calling her that, he said that they gave her beautiful name and she should be proud of it; his name was Lewis, no one dared call him Lou, or worse; Louie.
"Actually, we are fine with Bright and Remy, an odd pairing, but we are ok with it." Rose piped up smiling at Bright.
Lewis shuttered that the mention of Remy's nickname. "Well, I'm not sure that it's a good idea to have them dating. We found them making out on our couch a few nights ago. They are too young for things like that."
"Dad, I'm almost sixteen! My birthday is next week! And Bright is almost eighteen. I think we are mature enough to go out dating." Remy said in her own defense.
Lewis' eyes shifted to his daughter. "Remembrance, be quiet; the adults are talking." He replied sternly.
Rose frowned. "I think Remy has some say in this. She may not be an adult, but she certainly isn't a child. I understand that you aren't too pleased with the whole couch incident and we have already spoken to Bright about that and he says that it won't happen again, right Bright?" "Yes, of course." Bright nodded; looking over at Remy's father, who was getting rather red in the face.
"Lewis, calm down." His wife whispered; gently patting his hand.
Harold cleared his throat uneasily. "Actually we wanted to find out about you. What exactly do you do?"
Rita looked over at Harold and smiled. "Therapists; we both are. We used to live in New York where the patients were plentiful. Now, we drive to Denver to visit most of our patients."
Harold rolled his eyes while no one watching. He didn't like therapists; too much touchy feely, 'embrace you emotions' crap. He would rather listen to Andy Brown for the rest of his life. "So do you like Everwood?" he finally replied after ignoring Rita's answer.
"Yes, mostly." Rita nodded at Lewis who sternly nodded also.
The table was silent. Amy twisted her napkin in her lap; the quietness was slowly killing her.
"How about you Remy; what do you think of Everwood?" Rose said breaking the silence that hung over the table.
"Remembrance." Lewis grunted. "Her name is Remembrance, not Remy."
Rita looked over at her husband. "Lewis, not now."
He pushed himself away from the table. "I don't care. I don't like Remembrance's friend and I don't want her to have a boyfriend. She is just a child. She is not mature enough to have a boyfriend. Look at her, she's a mess. She's been a mess since Julia Brown died. It's that God-awful family. I never liked them. It's their fault Remembrance is like that." He spat tossing his napkin on the table pointing at his daughter.
"It's their fault that I'm like what?" Remy yelled at him standing up. "I'm like what?"
He turned to his daughter. "We'll finish this discussion at home." He said calmly walking towards the door.
"I'm not going." Remy replied still standing in place.
"Fine, go live with the Browns. It was their fault you're messed up. The father was never home . . ."
"Never home! Never home!" Remy screamed at him. "Look whose talking! You are either in your study or at work or on a couples' therapy retreats! So don't you dare say anything about Dr. Brown not being home! At least he was in his own bed every night!"
Her father walked back to her. "At least I know who my family is." He growled angrily form his throat.
She scowled at him. "You have no clue who I am."
The only reply was the slam of the front door of the Abbott's house.
Remy licked her lips and looked over at Bright's father whose jaw had dropped in surprise. "I'm sorry about that. I think I'll to Ephram's, I'll see you."
Bright nodded and got up and lead Remy by the small of her back to the front door.
Rose bit her lip and looked over at her husband. "We could offer a room to her for now." Rose whispered patting her husband's hand.
"I would but I don't think it's a good idea." Harold replied quietly. "I think we should let her go to the Browns. I think the boy would know how to handle this situation better than us."
Rose nodded solemnly, not wanting to send her away.
"So, I make the equation equal to zero?" Ephram said scratching his head looking down at the question in front of him.
"Yes, then you." Andy said leaning over the back of Ephram's chair trying to sneak a peak at the question, but was interrupted by a cheerful ring of the front door.
"Saved by the bell. I'll get it!" Ephram said jumping from his chair escaping the terror of the math questions in front of him. Ephram grinned thinking he would worship whoever came to the door. His dad wouldn't let him give up on that stupid homework. He opened the door to a tear streaked face of Remy and Bright holding her tight in his arms.
"Brown." Bright whispered in greeting nodding his head.
Ephram bit his lip and looked at Remy who began hastily wiping away the tears from her cheeks. "Fight?" Ephram asked, already knowing the answer.
Remy sniffed and nodded breaking free of Bright's grasp and throwing her arms over Ephram's shoulders. Ephram felt her breath slowing and her heart calm down. He remembered days like this, but non as bad at that night. Her dad must have said something bad.
"You're staying over?" Ephram whispered as her arms fell from his neck and pulled away from him.
Remy smiled a fake little grin. "Just like old times."
Ephram smiled. "Yup. Old times were good though."
Remy turned to Bright who stood there on the front steps grinding his foot into the wood. "Thanks Bright for taking me." She quickly kissed his lips.
Bright scoffed and turned. "What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn't?" He laughed as he walked towards his truck.
Remy closed the door as Bright drove off towards his house and turned to Ephram.
"So what did he say?"
Remy blinked. "Something unforgivable."
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A/N: Hey me again. I know it's shorter than normal but I think it was a good time to stop, for now. I know; I made her dad seem like the most evil person ever. I don't know where exactly I'm going with this story and I honestly don't have any clue when or how it will end. With my luck, I might have to kill someone off, and I have no clue how to do that, not that I want to. Anyways your job Review.
~TOODLES!
"Your parents can't make me." She pouted looking down at the plaid skirt and white blouse her mom had picked out to go to Bright's house that night.
Amy rolled her eyes. "No, but you should. If my parents actually met you and talked to you they would see that you're good for Bright. I saw his midterm marks. They went up." She looked at the outfit Remy was wearing. "You look like a Catholic school girl."
Remy's nose wrinkled in disgust. "I look like a brunette Britney Spears."
Amy laughed pulling one of Remy's many pillows to her chest. "I wasn't going to say that. If you wore that to school, you might fit in."
Remy gasped. "Don't even threaten that!" Remy bit her thumbnail and frowned at her reflection in the mirror. "Amy, have you ever deconstructed an outfit before?"
Remy walked down the stairs with Amy on her heels. She wore loose blue pants, in place of the skirt and the blue plaid was cut up as patches that were sewn over the many holes there used to be. Her white shirt was wrinkled and the sleeves were torn off. The pearly buttons were placed with navy blue buttons, which only a few were done up.
"Remy! I bought you those things for Christmas last year! Why did you have to ruin them! You look like a mess." Her mother replied crossly, tapping her foot which was in a black pump that matched the rest of her outfit.
Remy blinked. "Because I would never wear them and this is more me."
"Don't talk back to your mother. I don't care if your friend is standing right there." Her father replied exasperated.
Remy rolled her eyes and walked to the car. "Amy, do you see why my parents don't like me?"
"Tell me again why you want to do this?" Bright whined while straightening the black tie that hung around his neck.
Harold frowned at Bright. "I want to see how this girl has been brought up. I want to see how her parents are. Bright, I just want to know if she's good enough for you."
Bright took the tie off and threw it on his bed in frustration. "I don't need a tie. They are stupid and they bug me." He collapsed on his bed and rubbed his forehead.
Harold sat beside his son and patted his back. "Look, I really want to like this girl . . ."
"Her name is Remy. At least learn my girlfriend's name before her and her parents come over." Bright said brushing his father's hand off his shoulder.
Harold's shoulders slumped. "I want to like Remy; I really do. But she seems like a bad influence. I realize you like her and all, but you have to work your butt off to get into college now, seeing you're off the football team. You don't need a distraction."
Bright got up off the bed and walked toward the door to his room. "On my desk are my midterm marks. Remy helped me study. The coach talked to me and told me I'm back on the team. I could still get a scholarship, father." Bright spat at his father and stormed down the stairs.
Bright stared across the dining room table at Remy. She had been placed at the complete opposite side to him. Their fathers sat on the ends of the table shooting looks at each other and their mothers had a quiet conversation going about nice vacation spots. Amy sat looking back and forth from Remy to Bright wondering what they were thinking.
"So, I guess we should talk about why you are here." Harold finally spoke, adding to the awkwardness and silencing Rose and Rita's small talk.
Remy's father Lewis looked up from his mashed potatoes. "Yes, about your son and Remembrance."
Remy shuttered at the mention of her real name. Her father insisted on calling her that, he said that they gave her beautiful name and she should be proud of it; his name was Lewis, no one dared call him Lou, or worse; Louie.
"Actually, we are fine with Bright and Remy, an odd pairing, but we are ok with it." Rose piped up smiling at Bright.
Lewis shuttered that the mention of Remy's nickname. "Well, I'm not sure that it's a good idea to have them dating. We found them making out on our couch a few nights ago. They are too young for things like that."
"Dad, I'm almost sixteen! My birthday is next week! And Bright is almost eighteen. I think we are mature enough to go out dating." Remy said in her own defense.
Lewis' eyes shifted to his daughter. "Remembrance, be quiet; the adults are talking." He replied sternly.
Rose frowned. "I think Remy has some say in this. She may not be an adult, but she certainly isn't a child. I understand that you aren't too pleased with the whole couch incident and we have already spoken to Bright about that and he says that it won't happen again, right Bright?" "Yes, of course." Bright nodded; looking over at Remy's father, who was getting rather red in the face.
"Lewis, calm down." His wife whispered; gently patting his hand.
Harold cleared his throat uneasily. "Actually we wanted to find out about you. What exactly do you do?"
Rita looked over at Harold and smiled. "Therapists; we both are. We used to live in New York where the patients were plentiful. Now, we drive to Denver to visit most of our patients."
Harold rolled his eyes while no one watching. He didn't like therapists; too much touchy feely, 'embrace you emotions' crap. He would rather listen to Andy Brown for the rest of his life. "So do you like Everwood?" he finally replied after ignoring Rita's answer.
"Yes, mostly." Rita nodded at Lewis who sternly nodded also.
The table was silent. Amy twisted her napkin in her lap; the quietness was slowly killing her.
"How about you Remy; what do you think of Everwood?" Rose said breaking the silence that hung over the table.
"Remembrance." Lewis grunted. "Her name is Remembrance, not Remy."
Rita looked over at her husband. "Lewis, not now."
He pushed himself away from the table. "I don't care. I don't like Remembrance's friend and I don't want her to have a boyfriend. She is just a child. She is not mature enough to have a boyfriend. Look at her, she's a mess. She's been a mess since Julia Brown died. It's that God-awful family. I never liked them. It's their fault Remembrance is like that." He spat tossing his napkin on the table pointing at his daughter.
"It's their fault that I'm like what?" Remy yelled at him standing up. "I'm like what?"
He turned to his daughter. "We'll finish this discussion at home." He said calmly walking towards the door.
"I'm not going." Remy replied still standing in place.
"Fine, go live with the Browns. It was their fault you're messed up. The father was never home . . ."
"Never home! Never home!" Remy screamed at him. "Look whose talking! You are either in your study or at work or on a couples' therapy retreats! So don't you dare say anything about Dr. Brown not being home! At least he was in his own bed every night!"
Her father walked back to her. "At least I know who my family is." He growled angrily form his throat.
She scowled at him. "You have no clue who I am."
The only reply was the slam of the front door of the Abbott's house.
Remy licked her lips and looked over at Bright's father whose jaw had dropped in surprise. "I'm sorry about that. I think I'll to Ephram's, I'll see you."
Bright nodded and got up and lead Remy by the small of her back to the front door.
Rose bit her lip and looked over at her husband. "We could offer a room to her for now." Rose whispered patting her husband's hand.
"I would but I don't think it's a good idea." Harold replied quietly. "I think we should let her go to the Browns. I think the boy would know how to handle this situation better than us."
Rose nodded solemnly, not wanting to send her away.
"So, I make the equation equal to zero?" Ephram said scratching his head looking down at the question in front of him.
"Yes, then you." Andy said leaning over the back of Ephram's chair trying to sneak a peak at the question, but was interrupted by a cheerful ring of the front door.
"Saved by the bell. I'll get it!" Ephram said jumping from his chair escaping the terror of the math questions in front of him. Ephram grinned thinking he would worship whoever came to the door. His dad wouldn't let him give up on that stupid homework. He opened the door to a tear streaked face of Remy and Bright holding her tight in his arms.
"Brown." Bright whispered in greeting nodding his head.
Ephram bit his lip and looked at Remy who began hastily wiping away the tears from her cheeks. "Fight?" Ephram asked, already knowing the answer.
Remy sniffed and nodded breaking free of Bright's grasp and throwing her arms over Ephram's shoulders. Ephram felt her breath slowing and her heart calm down. He remembered days like this, but non as bad at that night. Her dad must have said something bad.
"You're staying over?" Ephram whispered as her arms fell from his neck and pulled away from him.
Remy smiled a fake little grin. "Just like old times."
Ephram smiled. "Yup. Old times were good though."
Remy turned to Bright who stood there on the front steps grinding his foot into the wood. "Thanks Bright for taking me." She quickly kissed his lips.
Bright scoffed and turned. "What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn't?" He laughed as he walked towards his truck.
Remy closed the door as Bright drove off towards his house and turned to Ephram.
"So what did he say?"
Remy blinked. "Something unforgivable."
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A/N: Hey me again. I know it's shorter than normal but I think it was a good time to stop, for now. I know; I made her dad seem like the most evil person ever. I don't know where exactly I'm going with this story and I honestly don't have any clue when or how it will end. With my luck, I might have to kill someone off, and I have no clue how to do that, not that I want to. Anyways your job Review.
~TOODLES!