Disclaimer
I don't own Everwood (though I desperately wish I did) all I own is Adina, and her friends, who are all fictional. This story is copy written by takeitandyourdead publishing inc. located in seriouslyi'llslapyou-ville.
Delia sat at the kitchen counter with her head resting in her hands. She watched the hands on the clock slowly tick by, and let out a whine of boredom.
"Ephram?" Delia grumbled, "When are the going to get here?" She walked over to her brother and sat down next to him on the couch. He was watching TV, and throwing around a hacky sack.
"Settle down Delia, it takes a long time to drive from Denver to here," Ephram explained, flipping through the many channels.
"It's been almost three hours since her flight would have gotten in, they should be here by now," Delia whimpered, getting frustrated from all the anticipation building up inside her. Ephram laughed at her and ruffled her hair.
"They'll get here soon, just don't worry about it so much," Ephram told her. Delia sighed and glanced at the clock once again. Her ears perked up as she heard a car door slam in the driveway. Delia's eyes lit up and she scampered towards the door and ran outside. Ephram followed her out, and watched as Delia ran over to Adina and hugged her. Adina nearly fell over, but regained her balance, and embraced her younger sister back.
"Hey kiddo," Adina greeted, giving Delia a kiss on the cheek, "How've you been?" Adina smoothed out her knee length black lace skirt, which Delia had wrinkled, and listened to Delia tell her in depth about everything she had missed out on.
"Wow, sounds like a lot has happened here," Adina replied cheerfully. She looked up to see Ephram approaching.
"Hey bro," Adina said as she stood on her tip toes to give her older brother a hug, "What's new with you?"
"Not much, how about you? Have you added anything to your criminal record since we left?" Ephram smirked at her, and she playfully smacked the back of his head. She swept her hair behind her ear, and studied the house. It wasn't anything too fancy, but at least it was a hell of a lot bigger than her dorm. She followed, Delia inside, where she was given the "grand" tour. As they walked around the house, she noticed that there were hardly any pictures of her. Being a middle child, she had always felt a little "attention deprived" but this really hurt. Upon entering the room she'd be sharing with Delia, she put her bag on her bed, and laid down. I had been a long day, and she wanted nothing but to be able to just be alone for a few minutes. Delia sat on her own bed and watched. Adina could feel eyes on her, and she wasn't surprised at all to see Delia watching her.
"Hey Delia, I think I'm going to go take a shower, can you get me a towel?" Adina smiled at her younger sister, who showed her to the bathroom and handed her a towel. Adina turned the water to hot, and got in. She closed her eyes, as the warm drops heated her skin. It would have been so much easier to stay in New York, to be spared the pain of seeing her family again. Life had never been easy on her, but it was here life, and she could do nothing but live it.
Adina was reading a magazine in her room, when she noticed the familiar sound of the piano. A smile spread across her face and she jogged down the stairs. Sure enough, Ephram was in the living room playing. She had longed to hear him play for almost a year, since he had stopped after their mother died. Adina took a seat on the couch, and intently listened. He carefully played the final notes of the song, and sighed.
"Bravo," Adina stood and clapped. Ephram spun around to find his younger sister leaning on the couch.
"What are you doing down here?" He asked, surprised that she was there.
"Listening to you play. When did you start again?" Adina asked, happy that her brother was once again sharing his gift.
"I don't know, a few weeks ago I guess," Ephram answered.
"Well, you should have never quit. Your too good to give it up," Adina replied, folding her arms against her chest.
"What about you? Have you started dancing again?" He asked. Adina's smile turned to a frown, and she turned her attention to the floor.
"I take that as a no," Ephram continued,"I know why I quit playing piano, but why did you quit ballet?"
"I don't know. After mom....died...I never really had any reason to do it anymore," Adina answered, looking back at Ephram.
"I thought you wanted to be a famous dancer," Ephram replied "Dancing was all you used to talk about."
"That was mom's dream for me, not my own. I just loved it because I figured she wanted me too," Adina explained.
I don't own Everwood (though I desperately wish I did) all I own is Adina, and her friends, who are all fictional. This story is copy written by takeitandyourdead publishing inc. located in seriouslyi'llslapyou-ville.
Delia sat at the kitchen counter with her head resting in her hands. She watched the hands on the clock slowly tick by, and let out a whine of boredom.
"Ephram?" Delia grumbled, "When are the going to get here?" She walked over to her brother and sat down next to him on the couch. He was watching TV, and throwing around a hacky sack.
"Settle down Delia, it takes a long time to drive from Denver to here," Ephram explained, flipping through the many channels.
"It's been almost three hours since her flight would have gotten in, they should be here by now," Delia whimpered, getting frustrated from all the anticipation building up inside her. Ephram laughed at her and ruffled her hair.
"They'll get here soon, just don't worry about it so much," Ephram told her. Delia sighed and glanced at the clock once again. Her ears perked up as she heard a car door slam in the driveway. Delia's eyes lit up and she scampered towards the door and ran outside. Ephram followed her out, and watched as Delia ran over to Adina and hugged her. Adina nearly fell over, but regained her balance, and embraced her younger sister back.
"Hey kiddo," Adina greeted, giving Delia a kiss on the cheek, "How've you been?" Adina smoothed out her knee length black lace skirt, which Delia had wrinkled, and listened to Delia tell her in depth about everything she had missed out on.
"Wow, sounds like a lot has happened here," Adina replied cheerfully. She looked up to see Ephram approaching.
"Hey bro," Adina said as she stood on her tip toes to give her older brother a hug, "What's new with you?"
"Not much, how about you? Have you added anything to your criminal record since we left?" Ephram smirked at her, and she playfully smacked the back of his head. She swept her hair behind her ear, and studied the house. It wasn't anything too fancy, but at least it was a hell of a lot bigger than her dorm. She followed, Delia inside, where she was given the "grand" tour. As they walked around the house, she noticed that there were hardly any pictures of her. Being a middle child, she had always felt a little "attention deprived" but this really hurt. Upon entering the room she'd be sharing with Delia, she put her bag on her bed, and laid down. I had been a long day, and she wanted nothing but to be able to just be alone for a few minutes. Delia sat on her own bed and watched. Adina could feel eyes on her, and she wasn't surprised at all to see Delia watching her.
"Hey Delia, I think I'm going to go take a shower, can you get me a towel?" Adina smiled at her younger sister, who showed her to the bathroom and handed her a towel. Adina turned the water to hot, and got in. She closed her eyes, as the warm drops heated her skin. It would have been so much easier to stay in New York, to be spared the pain of seeing her family again. Life had never been easy on her, but it was here life, and she could do nothing but live it.
Adina was reading a magazine in her room, when she noticed the familiar sound of the piano. A smile spread across her face and she jogged down the stairs. Sure enough, Ephram was in the living room playing. She had longed to hear him play for almost a year, since he had stopped after their mother died. Adina took a seat on the couch, and intently listened. He carefully played the final notes of the song, and sighed.
"Bravo," Adina stood and clapped. Ephram spun around to find his younger sister leaning on the couch.
"What are you doing down here?" He asked, surprised that she was there.
"Listening to you play. When did you start again?" Adina asked, happy that her brother was once again sharing his gift.
"I don't know, a few weeks ago I guess," Ephram answered.
"Well, you should have never quit. Your too good to give it up," Adina replied, folding her arms against her chest.
"What about you? Have you started dancing again?" He asked. Adina's smile turned to a frown, and she turned her attention to the floor.
"I take that as a no," Ephram continued,"I know why I quit playing piano, but why did you quit ballet?"
"I don't know. After mom....died...I never really had any reason to do it anymore," Adina answered, looking back at Ephram.
"I thought you wanted to be a famous dancer," Ephram replied "Dancing was all you used to talk about."
"That was mom's dream for me, not my own. I just loved it because I figured she wanted me too," Adina explained.