Disclaimer: I own none of the recognizable "7th Heaven" characters. The
story uses the characters from the WB network show created by Brenda
Hampton, but are only loosely based on the actual program. Warning: Offensive language used- may not be suitable, or palatable for all readers.
The school bell couldn't ring fast enough for Simon. He crammed his books, along with his homework that needed to be completed, into his locker and sprinted out the doors. The best part about the end of the day is that the people who normally give him a hard time are far too concerned with their own after-school exploits to worry about Simon Camden.
He walked toward the bus, and caught up with Cecilia on the way. She hugged him, and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. "How was your day?" Simon asked her. "Oh", she groaned, "Same old stuff. Latin is such a pain in the ass". She immediately was embarrassed by slipping a swear word, especially in front of Simon, but he just smiled and congratulated her. She had never sworn in front of him before and her never in front of her. "I just figured with your religious-upbringing, you wouldn't be too keen with my language." she offered. "It doesn't bother me. If you like to talk like that, it's your business. In other words, fuck it! But what bothers me is that you felt you couldn't be yourself. It's not as if I've never heard or said bad words before." Simon told her. "Simon, there are quite a few things I haven't felt comfortable sharing with you", Cecilia said.
"JACKPOT!!", Simon thought! "Maybe she was afraid to tell me that she likes heavy metal!? Maybe she gets a charge out of flashing guys!?! Maybe even...oh God...girl on girl!!!!", his thoughts getting away from him.
"Yeah?? Like what!?!?" he asked her, with all of the laid-back calmness of a crack-fiend on payday.
"That's another topic for another day, Baby", Cecilia answered, "My ride's waiting, and you'll miss your bus. See ya later!"
And with a quick kiss, Cecilia ran along on her way. Simon's mind boggled. He felt good. It was time to start living life on his own terms. He looked at his school bus, still loading up with passengers. Simon could go home, but what was waiting there for him other than the everyday fun of being a Camden? No, there had to be something else he could do with his evening. A thought that Simon knew would land him in trouble popped into his head. "Mom and Dad will be way too busy with the twins, and Ruthie to really keep an eye on my whereabouts.", Simon thought. As he looked to his left he saw a payphone...
"Dad, hey...I'm gonna run to the library and study there for a while."
He ran down to the Promenade to catch the next Metro bus before it pulled away. He plunked his fare into the changebox and settled into his seat. "$45 bucks in my pocket...let's see what I can find to do," he said, as he stared out the window.
The bus driver picked up his intercom and said, "Next stop, Sunset Boulevard, Hollywood".
"Hollywood, Tinseltown, call it what you want, I'm coming to meet you", Simon said. For some reason that stuck in his head.
story uses the characters from the WB network show created by Brenda
Hampton, but are only loosely based on the actual program. Warning: Offensive language used- may not be suitable, or palatable for all readers.
The school bell couldn't ring fast enough for Simon. He crammed his books, along with his homework that needed to be completed, into his locker and sprinted out the doors. The best part about the end of the day is that the people who normally give him a hard time are far too concerned with their own after-school exploits to worry about Simon Camden.
He walked toward the bus, and caught up with Cecilia on the way. She hugged him, and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. "How was your day?" Simon asked her. "Oh", she groaned, "Same old stuff. Latin is such a pain in the ass". She immediately was embarrassed by slipping a swear word, especially in front of Simon, but he just smiled and congratulated her. She had never sworn in front of him before and her never in front of her. "I just figured with your religious-upbringing, you wouldn't be too keen with my language." she offered. "It doesn't bother me. If you like to talk like that, it's your business. In other words, fuck it! But what bothers me is that you felt you couldn't be yourself. It's not as if I've never heard or said bad words before." Simon told her. "Simon, there are quite a few things I haven't felt comfortable sharing with you", Cecilia said.
"JACKPOT!!", Simon thought! "Maybe she was afraid to tell me that she likes heavy metal!? Maybe she gets a charge out of flashing guys!?! Maybe even...oh God...girl on girl!!!!", his thoughts getting away from him.
"Yeah?? Like what!?!?" he asked her, with all of the laid-back calmness of a crack-fiend on payday.
"That's another topic for another day, Baby", Cecilia answered, "My ride's waiting, and you'll miss your bus. See ya later!"
And with a quick kiss, Cecilia ran along on her way. Simon's mind boggled. He felt good. It was time to start living life on his own terms. He looked at his school bus, still loading up with passengers. Simon could go home, but what was waiting there for him other than the everyday fun of being a Camden? No, there had to be something else he could do with his evening. A thought that Simon knew would land him in trouble popped into his head. "Mom and Dad will be way too busy with the twins, and Ruthie to really keep an eye on my whereabouts.", Simon thought. As he looked to his left he saw a payphone...
"Dad, hey...I'm gonna run to the library and study there for a while."
He ran down to the Promenade to catch the next Metro bus before it pulled away. He plunked his fare into the changebox and settled into his seat. "$45 bucks in my pocket...let's see what I can find to do," he said, as he stared out the window.
The bus driver picked up his intercom and said, "Next stop, Sunset Boulevard, Hollywood".
"Hollywood, Tinseltown, call it what you want, I'm coming to meet you", Simon said. For some reason that stuck in his head.