"So are you going to tell me what your dad said?" Ephram said sitting on
the edge of his bed that Remy had taken over.
Remy's eyes stayed glued on the random 'graphic novel' in her hands. "No. Why would I do that?"
Ephram snatched the book from her hands. "Oh, I don't know. Maybe because I'm like your best friend and we have told each other everything. Including how you were the one who started that fire in the teacher's lounge back in New York."
"Ok, we agreed that was an accident. It was supposed to be a small contained fire and it was to test how quickly the staff could put it out." Remy said in her defense. "Besides, I shouldn't tell you."
Ephram laughed. "Just because you shouldn't doesn't mean you won't." Ephram got up; handing the comic book back to her, and opened a drawer in his dresser and tossed a pair of plaid pants to her. "Besides it's not like it will hurt my feelings. I am stone. I am untouchable."
"He said your family messed me up making me so rebellious and out-spoken and whatever. Saying it was mainly your mom and your dad's fault." Remy said getting up from the bed and roughly shoving the book into his chest. "Happy now buddy?"
Ephram put the book on his dresser and followed her down the hall. "Where are you going?"
Remy turned around. "I'm sleeping on the couch downstairs. Goodnight; oh nosy one."
Ephram swallowed. He never knew how to control Remy when she was like that. His mom always took care of her when that happened.
Bright considered calling her that morning, just to see how she was doing. But unfortunately she was waiting for a new cell after dropping it in the sink and asking Amy for Brown's number was just . . . low.
He sat there considering his options. He could drive over there, ask Amy for Brown's number, or sit and wait. Wasn't there an old saying his dad always said to him that went like 'patience is a verb"? Wait . . . Patience isn't a verb, is it? No virtue. virtue.
"Patience is a virtue." He whispered to himself; just because he was patient doesn't mean he gave up his right to be bored. He flipped on the TV. He stared at the screen. "Wow . . . why would anyone want that many pickles?" he asked himself as her watched a cooking show on how to make you on preservatives.
Amy collapsed beside him. "Ok, Bright, do something. You're watching a show on pickles and that's just sad." Amy snatched the controller from his hand and began flipping through the channels.
"I would. But I have nothing to do." Bright said rolling his eyes at some girl-y soap opera show that Amy watched with fascination. "Why do you watch this crap? Everyone is pregnant or someone's long lost brother."
"Why are you here instead of consoling your extremely upset girlfriend?" Amy retorted; resting her head in her hand.
Bright grinned. He always won these arguments he had with his sister. "Why aren't you over at Brown's house making out with him?" He said mimicking Amy.
Amy's jaw dropped.
Bright rolled his eyes. "You want to. Don't even try to deny it. You like him. He likes you. What's the big deal? You should be making out with him right now. So go! Go kiss your gothic prince, because this all sickens me."
The doorbell interrupted Amy's explanation, or denial; Bright wasn't sure.
Rose made her way to the front door. "Who would that be? It's . . . 8:30." The creak of the old front door welcomed the person on the other side.
"Hey Mrs. Abbott. Looking for Bright." Remy walked past Rose and into the house. "Hey Amy." Remy smiled and saw Bright who had eagerly jumped over the back of the couch.
Bright caught her in a huge hug and kissed the top of her head. "You ok?" He whispered as Remy squirmed her way out of his arms.
"Yea, fine. Can you let go of me?" Remy squirmed some more but soon gave up realizing his was a battle she was so not going to win. "I just wanted to make sure you saw I was ok before I went home."
Bright let go of her abruptly. "You're going home?" he said surprised.
Remy rolled her eyes. "Bright, look at me. I'm wearing mostly Ephram's clothes, which are highly comfy, but are like huge on me. You could come with me. . . I'm just going to change. . . then we can go wherever you want to." Remy pouted and battled her eyes at him.
Amy snorted from the couch. Remy so had Bright whipped.
"Oh go make out with Ephram." Remy and Bright said together; laughing as Amy's jaw dropped once again.
"I do not like him." Amy retorted sinking into the couch turned a deep red colour.
"No. You don't." Remy nodded. "You looooooove him. You want to kiiiiiiiss him!" Remy began saying everything in a sing song voice as she dragged Bright towards the front door.
Amy chased them towards the front door. "I do not! Stop saying that!"
Remy and Bright stood outside the threshold. "Ok, you don't love him. He loooooooves you!" Remy yelled as Amy slammed the door.
Amy leaned against the front door and bit her lip. "Do not."
Bright and Remy reached her front door still howling with laughter. One of the few things they actually agreed on was torturing Ephram and Amy, which they both could see belonged together.
Remy opened the door and lead Bright towards the staircase. Bright stopped in his tracks.
"Remy. Do you remember the last time you lead me someplace in this house?" Bright asked.
Remy grinned and pressed close up to Bright. "Vaguely."
Bright shot one of his few serious looks at Remy.
Remy sighed and her shoulders drooped. "Yes. . ."
"Maybe I shouldn't go upstairs." Bright said seriously.
Remy shook her head. "Don't worry. I won't kiss you, and I'll change in the washroom. We won't get in trouble as long as you don't lie seductively on my bed half naked." Remy lead him halfway up the stairs. "However that could be fun to see the looks on my parents' faces."
Bright smiled and followed her up the stairs. "I may think it's absolutely wonderful that you are thinking that sex is a great way of rebellion, and me being a guy, am so not objecting." Bright grinned as Remy rolled her eyes. "But I would rather not get kicked out of this house again. Thanks."
Remy stood outside of her room tapping her foot. "Finished with you monologue Shakespeare?"
Bright nodded. "I feel I have gotten my point across."
"Oh and you have." Remy said dramatically. "In fact, because of that wonderful speech, I don't think I would ever want to have sex with you." Remy smiled one of her small evil smiles as she opened the door to her room.
"That's just mean. . ." Bright started as his jaw dropped in horror. "Your room; it's . . . pink."
Remy rolled her eyes. "Tell me about it. I want to paint it a tasteful grey and my parents won't supply me with the cash. So, I'm saving up." Remy walked over to her closet and pushed piles of clothes out of the way.
"Your clothes; they're pink!" Bright exclaimed in surprise.
Remy didn't turn around as she reached to the back of her closet. "Birthday presents, Christmas presents, back to school clothes." She explained as she tossed a pair of patched jeans and an old yellow work T-shirt into the center of the room. "I only wear them when I visit my grandparents."
"Oh." Bright said looking around the room. Everything other than the colour and the clothes were completely Remy. "You do realize you don't have to change in the washroom. I am a guy. I'm not disgusted by your body." He grinned slyly and pulled her in by the belt loops of Ephram's baggy pants that were held on her hips just barely by a studded belt.
Remy smirked. "Sorry, but you didn't want to get in trouble so that ship has sailed my honest and loyal boyfriend." Remy quickly gathered the clothes off the floor and waved to Bright as she exited the room to change.
Remy clutched Bright's letterman's jacket around her. Normally she hated them but it was something about wearing something of Bright's that made he feel safe, like a security blanket or something. They're giggles as they walked down the stairs were interrupted by an angry looking Lewis Johnston and his wife at the foot of the staircase.
"Remembrance, I think you ought to send Bright home. We need to talk." Rita said biting her lip.
Remy clutched Bright's hand tight. "No, I think it's about us so I think we both should hear it." Remy looked up at Bright who wore a nervous look on his face.
Her father took a deep breath and her mother nodded, taking her husband's ice cold hand and leading them into Remy's father's den, which was never a good sign. The last time she was called into the den was in New York and her father wanted to tell her she was grounded for the entire summer for being picked up by the cops. It wasn't her fault that drugs were being sold at that club and it was definitely not her fault that the bouncer believed her fake ID.
Remy sat beside Bright on the leather couch and her mother took a seat not too far from it. Her father took his regular spot behind a large desk. He had said that it had been past down through his family for generations and was going to go to his first born son. It definitely wasn't her fault that her mother had gotten a tumor when she was five and it wasn't possible for her mother to have anymore children.
"Your mother and I have been talking." Her father started off looking down at some papers that lay in front of him.
Remy frowned. "That's good."
Lewis looked up from his papers angrily. "Don't be smart." He snapped. "We have been talking about you and your recent behavior and how we should deal with it."
Rita smiled. "Sweetie, you have changed so much since Mrs. Brown passed away and we just want to help.
Remy's eyes moved from her father to her mother. She gasped both of Brights hands with hers. She had a feeling this wasn't going to be good news.
"We have come up with some solutions." Her father said putting on his reading glasses and stared down at his papers.
Remy frowned again. "Solutions to what; I don't have any problems that need solutions."
Rita bit her lip. "Honey, let us in. We're your parents. We want to help."
Remy got up and let go of Bright's hands. "Let you into what! Tell me what is this about!"
"This is exactly what I'm talking about. You are abrupt and rude and your not the well rounded young lady I brought up." Her father said pushing back his chair and standing also. "Which is why I found an excellent all girls school just outside of Denver."
"What!"
"Lewis, we didn't decide on that. We thought it wasn't a good idea." Rita pleaded with her husband who again was getting red in the face.
Lewis shot a look at his wife. "She needs discipline because obviously she doesn't take us seriously. She will get nowhere the way she is now." He spat. "You're going."
"It's just a phase. I read about it. She needs to express herself and get attention." Rita began pleading with her husband. It was a lost cause.
"She is obviously getting the wrong type of attention." Lewis retorted shooting a look over at Bright who had gotten up and had his hands on Remy's shoulders.
"I won't go! I refuse to!" Remy yelled shaking Bright's hands off her.
Lewis walked from behind his desk getting into his daughter's face. "You have no say in this."
Remy took deep breaths. "You can't make me! It's my life and I have a say in my life!"
Her father turned and walked towards the kitchen. "You're a child. You don't know what you want. I'll call the headmaster after dinner. What is for dinner Rita?"
"I was thinking chicken. Lewis, I don't think this is a good idea. This could affect her for the worse." Rita said chasing after him.
"She'll thank us when she is older." Lewis said brushing off what his wife said. "Mr. Abbott, I think it's time you leave." Her father said sternly from the kitchen.
Bright looked down at Remy who had turned white as a sheet. "Remy, are you ok?" Bright whispered; wrapping his arms around her waist.
Remy squeezed his torso close to her. "You are the only one who understands me. I'm nothing without you."
Bright felt her chin barely reach his shoulder. "I better go before your dad finds out I'm still here." He whispered and quickly kissed her lips.
She grabbed her hand making him stop in his tracks. Her eyes welled up with tears.
"I don't want to say goodbye to you."
~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * A/N: I know, I'm evil and I shouldn't have left it like that but I'm a little stuck and I'm thinking it all over right now. Now I will probably post quicker if you Review more because sometimes what you say inspires something huge like last time. Thanks to all those people who said Remy's dad was a jerk. I was going for asshole. . . but whatever. So reviews inspire me (especially if you say something funny; that inspires some of my funnier moments like Remy dropping her cell into the sink, it actually happened, only with a beer keg . . .) so REVIEW!!
~ TOODLES
Remy's eyes stayed glued on the random 'graphic novel' in her hands. "No. Why would I do that?"
Ephram snatched the book from her hands. "Oh, I don't know. Maybe because I'm like your best friend and we have told each other everything. Including how you were the one who started that fire in the teacher's lounge back in New York."
"Ok, we agreed that was an accident. It was supposed to be a small contained fire and it was to test how quickly the staff could put it out." Remy said in her defense. "Besides, I shouldn't tell you."
Ephram laughed. "Just because you shouldn't doesn't mean you won't." Ephram got up; handing the comic book back to her, and opened a drawer in his dresser and tossed a pair of plaid pants to her. "Besides it's not like it will hurt my feelings. I am stone. I am untouchable."
"He said your family messed me up making me so rebellious and out-spoken and whatever. Saying it was mainly your mom and your dad's fault." Remy said getting up from the bed and roughly shoving the book into his chest. "Happy now buddy?"
Ephram put the book on his dresser and followed her down the hall. "Where are you going?"
Remy turned around. "I'm sleeping on the couch downstairs. Goodnight; oh nosy one."
Ephram swallowed. He never knew how to control Remy when she was like that. His mom always took care of her when that happened.
Bright considered calling her that morning, just to see how she was doing. But unfortunately she was waiting for a new cell after dropping it in the sink and asking Amy for Brown's number was just . . . low.
He sat there considering his options. He could drive over there, ask Amy for Brown's number, or sit and wait. Wasn't there an old saying his dad always said to him that went like 'patience is a verb"? Wait . . . Patience isn't a verb, is it? No virtue. virtue.
"Patience is a virtue." He whispered to himself; just because he was patient doesn't mean he gave up his right to be bored. He flipped on the TV. He stared at the screen. "Wow . . . why would anyone want that many pickles?" he asked himself as her watched a cooking show on how to make you on preservatives.
Amy collapsed beside him. "Ok, Bright, do something. You're watching a show on pickles and that's just sad." Amy snatched the controller from his hand and began flipping through the channels.
"I would. But I have nothing to do." Bright said rolling his eyes at some girl-y soap opera show that Amy watched with fascination. "Why do you watch this crap? Everyone is pregnant or someone's long lost brother."
"Why are you here instead of consoling your extremely upset girlfriend?" Amy retorted; resting her head in her hand.
Bright grinned. He always won these arguments he had with his sister. "Why aren't you over at Brown's house making out with him?" He said mimicking Amy.
Amy's jaw dropped.
Bright rolled his eyes. "You want to. Don't even try to deny it. You like him. He likes you. What's the big deal? You should be making out with him right now. So go! Go kiss your gothic prince, because this all sickens me."
The doorbell interrupted Amy's explanation, or denial; Bright wasn't sure.
Rose made her way to the front door. "Who would that be? It's . . . 8:30." The creak of the old front door welcomed the person on the other side.
"Hey Mrs. Abbott. Looking for Bright." Remy walked past Rose and into the house. "Hey Amy." Remy smiled and saw Bright who had eagerly jumped over the back of the couch.
Bright caught her in a huge hug and kissed the top of her head. "You ok?" He whispered as Remy squirmed her way out of his arms.
"Yea, fine. Can you let go of me?" Remy squirmed some more but soon gave up realizing his was a battle she was so not going to win. "I just wanted to make sure you saw I was ok before I went home."
Bright let go of her abruptly. "You're going home?" he said surprised.
Remy rolled her eyes. "Bright, look at me. I'm wearing mostly Ephram's clothes, which are highly comfy, but are like huge on me. You could come with me. . . I'm just going to change. . . then we can go wherever you want to." Remy pouted and battled her eyes at him.
Amy snorted from the couch. Remy so had Bright whipped.
"Oh go make out with Ephram." Remy and Bright said together; laughing as Amy's jaw dropped once again.
"I do not like him." Amy retorted sinking into the couch turned a deep red colour.
"No. You don't." Remy nodded. "You looooooove him. You want to kiiiiiiiss him!" Remy began saying everything in a sing song voice as she dragged Bright towards the front door.
Amy chased them towards the front door. "I do not! Stop saying that!"
Remy and Bright stood outside the threshold. "Ok, you don't love him. He loooooooves you!" Remy yelled as Amy slammed the door.
Amy leaned against the front door and bit her lip. "Do not."
Bright and Remy reached her front door still howling with laughter. One of the few things they actually agreed on was torturing Ephram and Amy, which they both could see belonged together.
Remy opened the door and lead Bright towards the staircase. Bright stopped in his tracks.
"Remy. Do you remember the last time you lead me someplace in this house?" Bright asked.
Remy grinned and pressed close up to Bright. "Vaguely."
Bright shot one of his few serious looks at Remy.
Remy sighed and her shoulders drooped. "Yes. . ."
"Maybe I shouldn't go upstairs." Bright said seriously.
Remy shook her head. "Don't worry. I won't kiss you, and I'll change in the washroom. We won't get in trouble as long as you don't lie seductively on my bed half naked." Remy lead him halfway up the stairs. "However that could be fun to see the looks on my parents' faces."
Bright smiled and followed her up the stairs. "I may think it's absolutely wonderful that you are thinking that sex is a great way of rebellion, and me being a guy, am so not objecting." Bright grinned as Remy rolled her eyes. "But I would rather not get kicked out of this house again. Thanks."
Remy stood outside of her room tapping her foot. "Finished with you monologue Shakespeare?"
Bright nodded. "I feel I have gotten my point across."
"Oh and you have." Remy said dramatically. "In fact, because of that wonderful speech, I don't think I would ever want to have sex with you." Remy smiled one of her small evil smiles as she opened the door to her room.
"That's just mean. . ." Bright started as his jaw dropped in horror. "Your room; it's . . . pink."
Remy rolled her eyes. "Tell me about it. I want to paint it a tasteful grey and my parents won't supply me with the cash. So, I'm saving up." Remy walked over to her closet and pushed piles of clothes out of the way.
"Your clothes; they're pink!" Bright exclaimed in surprise.
Remy didn't turn around as she reached to the back of her closet. "Birthday presents, Christmas presents, back to school clothes." She explained as she tossed a pair of patched jeans and an old yellow work T-shirt into the center of the room. "I only wear them when I visit my grandparents."
"Oh." Bright said looking around the room. Everything other than the colour and the clothes were completely Remy. "You do realize you don't have to change in the washroom. I am a guy. I'm not disgusted by your body." He grinned slyly and pulled her in by the belt loops of Ephram's baggy pants that were held on her hips just barely by a studded belt.
Remy smirked. "Sorry, but you didn't want to get in trouble so that ship has sailed my honest and loyal boyfriend." Remy quickly gathered the clothes off the floor and waved to Bright as she exited the room to change.
Remy clutched Bright's letterman's jacket around her. Normally she hated them but it was something about wearing something of Bright's that made he feel safe, like a security blanket or something. They're giggles as they walked down the stairs were interrupted by an angry looking Lewis Johnston and his wife at the foot of the staircase.
"Remembrance, I think you ought to send Bright home. We need to talk." Rita said biting her lip.
Remy clutched Bright's hand tight. "No, I think it's about us so I think we both should hear it." Remy looked up at Bright who wore a nervous look on his face.
Her father took a deep breath and her mother nodded, taking her husband's ice cold hand and leading them into Remy's father's den, which was never a good sign. The last time she was called into the den was in New York and her father wanted to tell her she was grounded for the entire summer for being picked up by the cops. It wasn't her fault that drugs were being sold at that club and it was definitely not her fault that the bouncer believed her fake ID.
Remy sat beside Bright on the leather couch and her mother took a seat not too far from it. Her father took his regular spot behind a large desk. He had said that it had been past down through his family for generations and was going to go to his first born son. It definitely wasn't her fault that her mother had gotten a tumor when she was five and it wasn't possible for her mother to have anymore children.
"Your mother and I have been talking." Her father started off looking down at some papers that lay in front of him.
Remy frowned. "That's good."
Lewis looked up from his papers angrily. "Don't be smart." He snapped. "We have been talking about you and your recent behavior and how we should deal with it."
Rita smiled. "Sweetie, you have changed so much since Mrs. Brown passed away and we just want to help.
Remy's eyes moved from her father to her mother. She gasped both of Brights hands with hers. She had a feeling this wasn't going to be good news.
"We have come up with some solutions." Her father said putting on his reading glasses and stared down at his papers.
Remy frowned again. "Solutions to what; I don't have any problems that need solutions."
Rita bit her lip. "Honey, let us in. We're your parents. We want to help."
Remy got up and let go of Bright's hands. "Let you into what! Tell me what is this about!"
"This is exactly what I'm talking about. You are abrupt and rude and your not the well rounded young lady I brought up." Her father said pushing back his chair and standing also. "Which is why I found an excellent all girls school just outside of Denver."
"What!"
"Lewis, we didn't decide on that. We thought it wasn't a good idea." Rita pleaded with her husband who again was getting red in the face.
Lewis shot a look at his wife. "She needs discipline because obviously she doesn't take us seriously. She will get nowhere the way she is now." He spat. "You're going."
"It's just a phase. I read about it. She needs to express herself and get attention." Rita began pleading with her husband. It was a lost cause.
"She is obviously getting the wrong type of attention." Lewis retorted shooting a look over at Bright who had gotten up and had his hands on Remy's shoulders.
"I won't go! I refuse to!" Remy yelled shaking Bright's hands off her.
Lewis walked from behind his desk getting into his daughter's face. "You have no say in this."
Remy took deep breaths. "You can't make me! It's my life and I have a say in my life!"
Her father turned and walked towards the kitchen. "You're a child. You don't know what you want. I'll call the headmaster after dinner. What is for dinner Rita?"
"I was thinking chicken. Lewis, I don't think this is a good idea. This could affect her for the worse." Rita said chasing after him.
"She'll thank us when she is older." Lewis said brushing off what his wife said. "Mr. Abbott, I think it's time you leave." Her father said sternly from the kitchen.
Bright looked down at Remy who had turned white as a sheet. "Remy, are you ok?" Bright whispered; wrapping his arms around her waist.
Remy squeezed his torso close to her. "You are the only one who understands me. I'm nothing without you."
Bright felt her chin barely reach his shoulder. "I better go before your dad finds out I'm still here." He whispered and quickly kissed her lips.
She grabbed her hand making him stop in his tracks. Her eyes welled up with tears.
"I don't want to say goodbye to you."
~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * A/N: I know, I'm evil and I shouldn't have left it like that but I'm a little stuck and I'm thinking it all over right now. Now I will probably post quicker if you Review more because sometimes what you say inspires something huge like last time. Thanks to all those people who said Remy's dad was a jerk. I was going for asshole. . . but whatever. So reviews inspire me (especially if you say something funny; that inspires some of my funnier moments like Remy dropping her cell into the sink, it actually happened, only with a beer keg . . .) so REVIEW!!
~ TOODLES