"What's a matter Tim? It's been almost two weeks and you haven't mentioned
anything about your new conquest." Simon said naggingly to him as the three
sat at the lunch table.
"She's not my new conquest!" Tim whined in a depressed tone.
"Oh, sorry... your wannabe conquest!" Simon smarted back.
"Na, she's friends with Sara now..." Tim muttered sadly.
"Ah, Sara Goldstein... the only girl in the history of Eastwick to refuse your immature charm!" Jake sighed.
"Yeah, ol' Snoopy can be quite a problem..." Simon uttered.
"That she can be!" Tim agreed, leaning back in his chair.
"But its not like you didn't have it coming!" Simon added.
"What? Its my fault now?" Tim asked innocently.
"When was it even not your fault?" Jake questioned dully.
"Fine... I see how you're gonna be, that's fine..." Tim muttered bewildered.
"Oh come on!" Simon whined.
"No! Just don't talk to me... if that's how its gonna be, don't talk to me!" Tim whaled annoyingly, Simon and Jake only rolled their eyes at him.
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*
"I hate this town, why on earth would you leave NYC for this hell hole?" Sara asked Jenna as they sat on the school bus homeward bound.
"It wasn't my choice, my parents made me move, dad got a new job here." Jenna answered downheartedly.
"What job would be worth leaving New York?"
"I don't know, he's gonna start some art gallery thing in the old shop by the lake." Jenna told her, distracted as she stared out the window.
"You mean Mrs. Biddle's place?" Sara asked a bit shocked.
"Yeah, what of it?"
"Nothing..." Sara said shrugging, "Its just that she'd been here forever... she died last year, didn't know that your dad was the one that bought the place."
"Yeah... I miss my friends in New York, not that you aren't a bundle of joy!" she said sarcastically.
"Oh yeah, I'm just all that!" Sara mocked laughing.
Sara walked with Jenna up the dock to her house, before they made it to the front door Jenna's mother was waiting for them.
"Come on you two, I need your help today!" Mrs. Larson lectured to them, gesturing towards the car. "Get in..."
"Where we going?" Jenna asked stubbornly.
"To the lady we bought the house from, I need to give her the last check... then we'll fully own the house, isn't that great!" her mother scoffed, trying to brighten her spirits, Jenna only sighed and got in the car along with Sara.
They drove down the gravel road, glancing at the wide-open fields around them.
"Are we going to the Lenox Mansion?" Sara asked in a worried tone.
"Yes, that's where she lives, why?" Mrs. Larson asked the frizzy pigtailed blonde in the back seat.
Sara looked down, giving a sigh of despair. "No reason..." she whispered sadly.
They pulled up in front of the large white house that closely resembled a modernized castle.
"Whoa! Nice house!" Jenna gasped, looking up at the large mansion.
"Yeah, its history fits it!" Sara said smugly.
"What history?" Jenna asked her confused.
"Oh, nothing, I'll tell ya some other time. Sara said dismissively.
"Girls!" Mrs. Larson called to them. "Do me a favor, go in and give this to Ms. Medford... tell her it's the final payment on the house."
"Medford!" Sara called as they got out of the car.
"Yes, Alexandra Medford." Mrs. Larson replied.
Sara's face grew pale.
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*
They walked slowly down the white marble floors, Jenna gawked at the large rooms, they were beautiful despite the cluttered mess of books and clothes that were scattered upon the tables in each room.
"Hey Lurch!" Sara called to the odd tall man that traipsed towards them drearily.
The man's eyes grew extremely wide with fear the second he caught sight of the blonde, he turned quickly and ran in the opposite direction, away from them.
Jenna glanced over at Sara suspiciously, wondering what she had done to strike fear in a man of that size.
"I kinda knocked him down the stairs the last time I was here..." Sara muttered innocently, shrugging. "I didn't mean to!" she assured her.
"And what were you here for?" Jenna asked her curiously.
"Ah, Sara!" the dark haired woman called to the pigtailed girl as she made her way towards them from the other room. "Fidel told me you were here." She said walking up to them.
"You mean he can actually speak?" Sara asked bluntly.
"When the occasion calls for it..." Alexandra commented, her frizzy brunette hair falling down her back. "Who's you friend?" she asked Sara.
"Oh, this is Jenna... she's from New York." Sara told her.
"Oh... last person I knew from New York was... well, not really from New York if ya ask me." Alex muttered confusingly to herself.
"Well, you've met my mom and dad, right?" Jenna questioned.
"Yes, they're very nice... I'm so glad you could use the house too, after Kitt left for Boston, just couldn't seem to put it to good use." Alex babbled. "Of course Tim kept begging me to let him have it, but he gets into enough trouble living here... I don't wanna even imagine what he'd do if he had his own place!"
"Neither do I..." Sara muttered coldly.
"Tim, boy from school Tim?" Jenna asked Sara, she only nodded apprehensively.
"Oh, I see you've met him... I'm surprised Sara didn't introduce him as the Devil incarnate." Alex said amused. "In fact the last time you were here didn't you try to drown him in the pool?"
"Uh... yeah..." Sara murmured awkwardly.
"Well that's my son! Hard to believe he's a Medford isn't it!" she shrieked amusingly proud and ashamed at the same time.
Jenna only smiled slightly at the situation.
"My mom told me to give you this, she says it's the last payment." She said handing Alex the check.
"Oh, thanks." She mumbled, taking the check. "Tell your dad I'll have the sculpture finished by Friday, have fun guys!" Alex waved to them then casually walked back from where she once came.
"I can't believe you didn't tell me she was his mother!" Jenna fussed at Sara.
"What was I supposed to say, 'Jenna, this is Tim the Whore's mother, Tim the Whore's mother, this is Jenna'?" Sara smarted as they walked back to the car.
"Well, maybe not that... but you could have said something!" Jenna shouted, getting into her mother's car.
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*
Tim entered the ballroom tired, trying to make it to the stairs without his mother yelling at him as usual.
"Not so fast." Alex said distracted as she worked on the huge clay sculpture that rest in the middle of the ballroom floor.
"Oh god! What'd I do now?" Tim sighed, turning around to face her.
"Nothing... yet." She said smiling at him smartly. "Sara was here today..."
"Great, what'd she try to burn the place down or something?" he asked cheerlessly.
"No, she's always been kind to me, just not you... I wonder why?" Alex said, glancing over at him. "She had a friend with her..." automatically Tim became interested. "The new girl from New York, her parents bought the house... she seems nice."
"Wait, Jenna's parents bought the house?" Tim asked her suddenly, a little hurt.
"Oh, didn't I tell you..."
"No mother, you didn't pass that one by me!" he cussed in anger.
"Hey! Don't start on me again! You're too young to have your own house!" Alex argued.
"Yeah, you let Kitt live there for four years!" he whined at her.
"Your sister was in college then... you're still in high school, so don't start!"
Tim only sighed as he shook his head aggravated.
"So, what'd she have to say?" Tim asked her.
"Who, Sara?"
"No... the girl from New York!" he said annoyed.
"Oh, not much... she's kinda shy I think..." she muttered as she carved, "She mentioned you though."
"Really?" he wondered, grinning slightly. "What'd she say?"
"Just that you went to the same school, why?" Then Alex noticed the look on his face. "You stay away from her." She demanded, pointing the carving tool she was using at him.
"What?" he said innocently.
"Timothy! I know you... just leave her alone, she's a nice girl... I'm sure she doesn't need any of your bullshit screwing with her thoughts!" Alex commanded him strictly.
"Always with the drama!" he mumbled annoyed with her nagging.
"I'm warning you, I don't think Sara would let it slide again!" Alex lectured, almost laughing at the memories of the small blonde barging in their house trying to massacre her son.
"Yeah, whatever you say... mother knows best, right?" Tim uttered tiredly, then walked to the staircase and headed for his room.
Alex only looked back at the sculpture in front of her depressingly.
"Why does he have to be so much like his father!?!" she asked, tears forming in her eyes, she quickly wiped them, and the thought, away.
"She's not my new conquest!" Tim whined in a depressed tone.
"Oh, sorry... your wannabe conquest!" Simon smarted back.
"Na, she's friends with Sara now..." Tim muttered sadly.
"Ah, Sara Goldstein... the only girl in the history of Eastwick to refuse your immature charm!" Jake sighed.
"Yeah, ol' Snoopy can be quite a problem..." Simon uttered.
"That she can be!" Tim agreed, leaning back in his chair.
"But its not like you didn't have it coming!" Simon added.
"What? Its my fault now?" Tim asked innocently.
"When was it even not your fault?" Jake questioned dully.
"Fine... I see how you're gonna be, that's fine..." Tim muttered bewildered.
"Oh come on!" Simon whined.
"No! Just don't talk to me... if that's how its gonna be, don't talk to me!" Tim whaled annoyingly, Simon and Jake only rolled their eyes at him.
*
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*
"I hate this town, why on earth would you leave NYC for this hell hole?" Sara asked Jenna as they sat on the school bus homeward bound.
"It wasn't my choice, my parents made me move, dad got a new job here." Jenna answered downheartedly.
"What job would be worth leaving New York?"
"I don't know, he's gonna start some art gallery thing in the old shop by the lake." Jenna told her, distracted as she stared out the window.
"You mean Mrs. Biddle's place?" Sara asked a bit shocked.
"Yeah, what of it?"
"Nothing..." Sara said shrugging, "Its just that she'd been here forever... she died last year, didn't know that your dad was the one that bought the place."
"Yeah... I miss my friends in New York, not that you aren't a bundle of joy!" she said sarcastically.
"Oh yeah, I'm just all that!" Sara mocked laughing.
Sara walked with Jenna up the dock to her house, before they made it to the front door Jenna's mother was waiting for them.
"Come on you two, I need your help today!" Mrs. Larson lectured to them, gesturing towards the car. "Get in..."
"Where we going?" Jenna asked stubbornly.
"To the lady we bought the house from, I need to give her the last check... then we'll fully own the house, isn't that great!" her mother scoffed, trying to brighten her spirits, Jenna only sighed and got in the car along with Sara.
They drove down the gravel road, glancing at the wide-open fields around them.
"Are we going to the Lenox Mansion?" Sara asked in a worried tone.
"Yes, that's where she lives, why?" Mrs. Larson asked the frizzy pigtailed blonde in the back seat.
Sara looked down, giving a sigh of despair. "No reason..." she whispered sadly.
They pulled up in front of the large white house that closely resembled a modernized castle.
"Whoa! Nice house!" Jenna gasped, looking up at the large mansion.
"Yeah, its history fits it!" Sara said smugly.
"What history?" Jenna asked her confused.
"Oh, nothing, I'll tell ya some other time. Sara said dismissively.
"Girls!" Mrs. Larson called to them. "Do me a favor, go in and give this to Ms. Medford... tell her it's the final payment on the house."
"Medford!" Sara called as they got out of the car.
"Yes, Alexandra Medford." Mrs. Larson replied.
Sara's face grew pale.
*
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*
They walked slowly down the white marble floors, Jenna gawked at the large rooms, they were beautiful despite the cluttered mess of books and clothes that were scattered upon the tables in each room.
"Hey Lurch!" Sara called to the odd tall man that traipsed towards them drearily.
The man's eyes grew extremely wide with fear the second he caught sight of the blonde, he turned quickly and ran in the opposite direction, away from them.
Jenna glanced over at Sara suspiciously, wondering what she had done to strike fear in a man of that size.
"I kinda knocked him down the stairs the last time I was here..." Sara muttered innocently, shrugging. "I didn't mean to!" she assured her.
"And what were you here for?" Jenna asked her curiously.
"Ah, Sara!" the dark haired woman called to the pigtailed girl as she made her way towards them from the other room. "Fidel told me you were here." She said walking up to them.
"You mean he can actually speak?" Sara asked bluntly.
"When the occasion calls for it..." Alexandra commented, her frizzy brunette hair falling down her back. "Who's you friend?" she asked Sara.
"Oh, this is Jenna... she's from New York." Sara told her.
"Oh... last person I knew from New York was... well, not really from New York if ya ask me." Alex muttered confusingly to herself.
"Well, you've met my mom and dad, right?" Jenna questioned.
"Yes, they're very nice... I'm so glad you could use the house too, after Kitt left for Boston, just couldn't seem to put it to good use." Alex babbled. "Of course Tim kept begging me to let him have it, but he gets into enough trouble living here... I don't wanna even imagine what he'd do if he had his own place!"
"Neither do I..." Sara muttered coldly.
"Tim, boy from school Tim?" Jenna asked Sara, she only nodded apprehensively.
"Oh, I see you've met him... I'm surprised Sara didn't introduce him as the Devil incarnate." Alex said amused. "In fact the last time you were here didn't you try to drown him in the pool?"
"Uh... yeah..." Sara murmured awkwardly.
"Well that's my son! Hard to believe he's a Medford isn't it!" she shrieked amusingly proud and ashamed at the same time.
Jenna only smiled slightly at the situation.
"My mom told me to give you this, she says it's the last payment." She said handing Alex the check.
"Oh, thanks." She mumbled, taking the check. "Tell your dad I'll have the sculpture finished by Friday, have fun guys!" Alex waved to them then casually walked back from where she once came.
"I can't believe you didn't tell me she was his mother!" Jenna fussed at Sara.
"What was I supposed to say, 'Jenna, this is Tim the Whore's mother, Tim the Whore's mother, this is Jenna'?" Sara smarted as they walked back to the car.
"Well, maybe not that... but you could have said something!" Jenna shouted, getting into her mother's car.
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*
Tim entered the ballroom tired, trying to make it to the stairs without his mother yelling at him as usual.
"Not so fast." Alex said distracted as she worked on the huge clay sculpture that rest in the middle of the ballroom floor.
"Oh god! What'd I do now?" Tim sighed, turning around to face her.
"Nothing... yet." She said smiling at him smartly. "Sara was here today..."
"Great, what'd she try to burn the place down or something?" he asked cheerlessly.
"No, she's always been kind to me, just not you... I wonder why?" Alex said, glancing over at him. "She had a friend with her..." automatically Tim became interested. "The new girl from New York, her parents bought the house... she seems nice."
"Wait, Jenna's parents bought the house?" Tim asked her suddenly, a little hurt.
"Oh, didn't I tell you..."
"No mother, you didn't pass that one by me!" he cussed in anger.
"Hey! Don't start on me again! You're too young to have your own house!" Alex argued.
"Yeah, you let Kitt live there for four years!" he whined at her.
"Your sister was in college then... you're still in high school, so don't start!"
Tim only sighed as he shook his head aggravated.
"So, what'd she have to say?" Tim asked her.
"Who, Sara?"
"No... the girl from New York!" he said annoyed.
"Oh, not much... she's kinda shy I think..." she muttered as she carved, "She mentioned you though."
"Really?" he wondered, grinning slightly. "What'd she say?"
"Just that you went to the same school, why?" Then Alex noticed the look on his face. "You stay away from her." She demanded, pointing the carving tool she was using at him.
"What?" he said innocently.
"Timothy! I know you... just leave her alone, she's a nice girl... I'm sure she doesn't need any of your bullshit screwing with her thoughts!" Alex commanded him strictly.
"Always with the drama!" he mumbled annoyed with her nagging.
"I'm warning you, I don't think Sara would let it slide again!" Alex lectured, almost laughing at the memories of the small blonde barging in their house trying to massacre her son.
"Yeah, whatever you say... mother knows best, right?" Tim uttered tiredly, then walked to the staircase and headed for his room.
Alex only looked back at the sculpture in front of her depressingly.
"Why does he have to be so much like his father!?!" she asked, tears forming in her eyes, she quickly wiped them, and the thought, away.