Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Everwood characters, I just merely let my mind wonder.
Summary: Ephram comes face to face with 'She who must not be named.'
A/N: Thanks for all who reviewed. I don't update a lot because sometimes I think I'm writing to nothing but a screen but I try my best. Oh, months have passed and Delia is twelve and Ephram's Seventeen.
*Story*
"I think you should say dear." Delia said staring out at the white clouds which hid the sun.
''Why? Doesn't it sound a bit femine?" Ephram said looking down at his brown journal.
"No." She said firmly, she was obviously getting annoyed, Ephram had asked her the same question about 101 times since they've been on the plane.
"Okay, Okay it's not femine but why should I say 'dear?' Your creative think of something else."
"First of all, 'dear' is a widely used phrase. Secondly, I refuse to use any once of my creative mind to help you feel less feminine, because just having a dairy or journal is feminine in some cases. Thirdly, If you ask me one more question on this entire flight I will have a ulsur."
And with that she put her head phones on and leaned her head on the side of the window.
Dear Journal:
I am now a the flight to doom. *Book rolls eyes* Well, no I'm just headed to New York were the love of my life is and in between ignore Grandpa Chuck, I'll have to dodge every tall, blonde I see. Well, a really cute saturates is rolling by, I wonder if I should wake up Delia. Nah I don't want a repeat of 'shut the yell up.'
-Ephram
"There they are." Delia said pointing in the direction of our Grandparents.
"Oh, here we go."
'Don't even start, they, don't know how immature you can be so please don't ruin it. Try not to speak that much."
"When'd you get so smart?"
"You insult my intelligence, don't you?'
"Apparently. I guess cynicalness runs in our family."
She rolled her eyes. Then, came their Grandmother screaming across the entire airport.
*Grandparents convo*
"Is that them? I told you I should have worn my glasses."
"Calm down, it's them, why's that boy dressed like that? I told you we should have never let them go with that mad scientist."
"He's a doctor, and he's their father, now, cheers up and greet them."
*Finally together in the middle of the airport*
"How are you two? How was the flight? How you've ground." She said frantically hugging them both.
Ephram kept him mouth shut and had Delia to all the talking.
"How are you boy," His Grandfather said shaking his hand.
He just smiled.
"Speak when your spoken to."
"He's a little jet-lagged." Delia jumped in.
"Well, in that case we should get you two home. Chuck get their bags. C'mon."
Ephram and his grandfather carried the bags to their car, a gray, 1960 Mustang.
"Do you drive boy?"
"Yeah, a good friend of mine taught me."
Delia shot a look at him.
They piled into the car.
"What was that?" Delia said in a hush as the car took off.
"I had to answer the man, he was beginning to think I was a mute."
'If only you were. Look, here are the rules, don't bring up Madison at any cost, act as normal as possibly, try not to piss them off, and please don't say something stupid."
"What's the matter with you?'
"Just remember what I said."
She went back to her head phones. He began to write.
Dear Journal,
So, I'm here. No sign of Madison. Grandpa Chuck is being the usual ass, I could never understand how my mother could actually be the spawn a Lieutenant Chuck. Obviously she inherited all of Grandma Rose's genes.
Delia, Is acting oddly weird. The way she acted, you think I destroyed one of her many New York Yankee hats. I decided to not ask her about it. She's twelve now, she most be having teenage mood swings.
*Interruption*
"You keep a dairy Boy?"
Ephram ignores him. But overhears when he says, "I told you they should have never left the state, it's turn the boy into a fricken' pussy."
"Chuck, I warning you, if you don't behave-'
He got back to his writing.
I don't think Grandpa knows my name, he's been saying boy this entire time and it's driving me mad. And the guys such a macho Dick. How could Grandma Rose be married to this man? This, is why Dad didn't make us come here before now. Christ. I should put my seat belt on, this man is mad, is he trying to kill us? I've been gone from this state way too long.
-Ephram
A/N: Please review, it would make be feel like I'm not talking to myslef.
Summary: Ephram comes face to face with 'She who must not be named.'
A/N: Thanks for all who reviewed. I don't update a lot because sometimes I think I'm writing to nothing but a screen but I try my best. Oh, months have passed and Delia is twelve and Ephram's Seventeen.
*Story*
"I think you should say dear." Delia said staring out at the white clouds which hid the sun.
''Why? Doesn't it sound a bit femine?" Ephram said looking down at his brown journal.
"No." She said firmly, she was obviously getting annoyed, Ephram had asked her the same question about 101 times since they've been on the plane.
"Okay, Okay it's not femine but why should I say 'dear?' Your creative think of something else."
"First of all, 'dear' is a widely used phrase. Secondly, I refuse to use any once of my creative mind to help you feel less feminine, because just having a dairy or journal is feminine in some cases. Thirdly, If you ask me one more question on this entire flight I will have a ulsur."
And with that she put her head phones on and leaned her head on the side of the window.
Dear Journal:
I am now a the flight to doom. *Book rolls eyes* Well, no I'm just headed to New York were the love of my life is and in between ignore Grandpa Chuck, I'll have to dodge every tall, blonde I see. Well, a really cute saturates is rolling by, I wonder if I should wake up Delia. Nah I don't want a repeat of 'shut the yell up.'
-Ephram
"There they are." Delia said pointing in the direction of our Grandparents.
"Oh, here we go."
'Don't even start, they, don't know how immature you can be so please don't ruin it. Try not to speak that much."
"When'd you get so smart?"
"You insult my intelligence, don't you?'
"Apparently. I guess cynicalness runs in our family."
She rolled her eyes. Then, came their Grandmother screaming across the entire airport.
*Grandparents convo*
"Is that them? I told you I should have worn my glasses."
"Calm down, it's them, why's that boy dressed like that? I told you we should have never let them go with that mad scientist."
"He's a doctor, and he's their father, now, cheers up and greet them."
*Finally together in the middle of the airport*
"How are you two? How was the flight? How you've ground." She said frantically hugging them both.
Ephram kept him mouth shut and had Delia to all the talking.
"How are you boy," His Grandfather said shaking his hand.
He just smiled.
"Speak when your spoken to."
"He's a little jet-lagged." Delia jumped in.
"Well, in that case we should get you two home. Chuck get their bags. C'mon."
Ephram and his grandfather carried the bags to their car, a gray, 1960 Mustang.
"Do you drive boy?"
"Yeah, a good friend of mine taught me."
Delia shot a look at him.
They piled into the car.
"What was that?" Delia said in a hush as the car took off.
"I had to answer the man, he was beginning to think I was a mute."
'If only you were. Look, here are the rules, don't bring up Madison at any cost, act as normal as possibly, try not to piss them off, and please don't say something stupid."
"What's the matter with you?'
"Just remember what I said."
She went back to her head phones. He began to write.
Dear Journal,
So, I'm here. No sign of Madison. Grandpa Chuck is being the usual ass, I could never understand how my mother could actually be the spawn a Lieutenant Chuck. Obviously she inherited all of Grandma Rose's genes.
Delia, Is acting oddly weird. The way she acted, you think I destroyed one of her many New York Yankee hats. I decided to not ask her about it. She's twelve now, she most be having teenage mood swings.
*Interruption*
"You keep a dairy Boy?"
Ephram ignores him. But overhears when he says, "I told you they should have never left the state, it's turn the boy into a fricken' pussy."
"Chuck, I warning you, if you don't behave-'
He got back to his writing.
I don't think Grandpa knows my name, he's been saying boy this entire time and it's driving me mad. And the guys such a macho Dick. How could Grandma Rose be married to this man? This, is why Dad didn't make us come here before now. Christ. I should put my seat belt on, this man is mad, is he trying to kill us? I've been gone from this state way too long.
-Ephram
A/N: Please review, it would make be feel like I'm not talking to myslef.