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. Actually, if there was a degree below 'loosely' that would be more acurate, as the show is awful nowadays. Warning: Offensive language used- may not be suitable, or palatable for all readers.
"Simon!", a voice yelled from behind him.
When he turned around Simon saw that the voice belonged to Roxanne, Kevin's partner. "Goddamn it", he thought, "I should have remembered that Kevin transferred to this PD"
"What are you doing on this side of town, Simon", Roxanne asked.
"Umm...", Simon searched for a good explanation, but couldn't find one. It fucking figures. Out of all the people in Los Angeles, and everyone out on the streets right now, I run into someone I know. And it naturally had to be someone with such a loud mouth. She'll run straight off and tell Kevin, who is such an asshole that he'd run off and tell Lucy, who'll tell mom and dad...
Suddenly it dawned on Simon!
"Look, Roxanne, I need you to promise me that you'll keep quiet about seeing me here. My friend told me about the perfect gift for Lucy and Kevin's wedding, and it's in a shop on Sunset. If you blab, it'll ruin everything. Please?"
"Ooh", she cooed, "What did you find?!".
"You'll find out when they do, now please keep this under your hat and we'll talk later"
Roxanne warned him to be careful and walked away, Simon knew that he'd won the battle but will certainly lose the war. It was only a matter of time until that motor-mouthed tramp spilled the beans, so he'd better make with the adventure while he could, because he wouldn't be seeing the outdoors for quite some time.
The sun was setting and Simon read the address that Chris had scrawled on the back of the flyer. He was to meet him in 30 minutes. Not knowing how he was getting into the club yet, and barely how to get to the apartment, Simon made his way toward Clark street.
Luckily, he was in good shape, because the street is a steep incline above the Sunset Strip. "1114 Clark street, this is the place" Simon said as he buzzed the apartment number that Chris had given him.
"Yo" a voice cracked through the intercom. "Hey, is Chris home?" Simon asked. "Who's this?" the voice demanded. "It's Simon, Simon Camden. We met..." With that, the intercom clicked off. Evidently the voice on the other end had lost interest in their exchange.
"Fuckin' A", Simon felt like he would cry. Or break something. Nah, probably just cry. He slid down the wall and put his back to it. Sitting on the sidewalk, he figured he'd just wait to see what happened next.
Simon took a mental step back and assessed his situation. "I can't go home, cause I'll get killed. I came all this way, we're gonna ride this pig out" And so he did. Simon continued to sit and wait.
story uses the characters from the WB network show, created by Brenda
Hampton, but are only loosely based on the actual program. Actually, if there was a degree below 'loosely' that would be more acurate, as the show is awful nowadays. Warning: Offensive language used- may not be suitable, or palatable for all readers.
"Simon!", a voice yelled from behind him.
When he turned around Simon saw that the voice belonged to Roxanne, Kevin's partner. "Goddamn it", he thought, "I should have remembered that Kevin transferred to this PD"
"What are you doing on this side of town, Simon", Roxanne asked.
"Umm...", Simon searched for a good explanation, but couldn't find one. It fucking figures. Out of all the people in Los Angeles, and everyone out on the streets right now, I run into someone I know. And it naturally had to be someone with such a loud mouth. She'll run straight off and tell Kevin, who is such an asshole that he'd run off and tell Lucy, who'll tell mom and dad...
Suddenly it dawned on Simon!
"Look, Roxanne, I need you to promise me that you'll keep quiet about seeing me here. My friend told me about the perfect gift for Lucy and Kevin's wedding, and it's in a shop on Sunset. If you blab, it'll ruin everything. Please?"
"Ooh", she cooed, "What did you find?!".
"You'll find out when they do, now please keep this under your hat and we'll talk later"
Roxanne warned him to be careful and walked away, Simon knew that he'd won the battle but will certainly lose the war. It was only a matter of time until that motor-mouthed tramp spilled the beans, so he'd better make with the adventure while he could, because he wouldn't be seeing the outdoors for quite some time.
The sun was setting and Simon read the address that Chris had scrawled on the back of the flyer. He was to meet him in 30 minutes. Not knowing how he was getting into the club yet, and barely how to get to the apartment, Simon made his way toward Clark street.
Luckily, he was in good shape, because the street is a steep incline above the Sunset Strip. "1114 Clark street, this is the place" Simon said as he buzzed the apartment number that Chris had given him.
"Yo" a voice cracked through the intercom. "Hey, is Chris home?" Simon asked. "Who's this?" the voice demanded. "It's Simon, Simon Camden. We met..." With that, the intercom clicked off. Evidently the voice on the other end had lost interest in their exchange.
"Fuckin' A", Simon felt like he would cry. Or break something. Nah, probably just cry. He slid down the wall and put his back to it. Sitting on the sidewalk, he figured he'd just wait to see what happened next.
Simon took a mental step back and assessed his situation. "I can't go home, cause I'll get killed. I came all this way, we're gonna ride this pig out" And so he did. Simon continued to sit and wait.