Chapter 8-Ice Queen
A/N: I've changed the ages of some of the younger siblings. It doesn't really matter, but I just thought I'd say so. Also, as always, thanks for the reviews and sorry for the lateness of this chapter.
Point Place, Wisconsin
October 10th, 2003
5:15 p.m
The Hub
Parker Forman's long arm sat on his girlfriend's shoulder. His hand gently played with the chain that was hanging from her little leather jacket. They had pushed two round tables together to sit comfortably with their friends, but it had caused Parker and Chase to end up nearly sitting on top of one another. In other words-Parker was in heaven.
Pez returned to her chair after putting a new song on the radio. She grabbed her drink and began sucking on the straw. Vista and Jon shared a basket of fries while Parker and Chase just enjoyed sitting next to each other.
"Hello!" Holder shouted as he swung the door opened and walked into the Hub. "I have wonderful news."
"You've finally figured out how to program your VCR?" Jon asked in a sarcastic tone. Vista hit him in the leg.
"No…Jon, I'm bringing someone to the basement tonight." Everyone just stared at Holder. They never brought anyone new to the basement. It was always just them and now there would be a newbie? Holder stood straighter. "I'm bringing my new girlfriend."
"Wait, you have a new girlfriend?" Parker questioned. "When did this happen?"
"Duh," Holder began in a conceded tone. "since study hall. I got bored and so I made-out with this girl and we decided, well, she decided that we should date."
Chase moved herself closer to Parker. "Okay, who?"
Holder smiled proudly. "Emma Palmer." He grabbed a chair and put it at the table, moving himself between Pez and Parker.
"Emma Palmer?" Pez put her drink down and stared at Holder. The others at the table all became uncomfortable. Holder had never brought a girl to the basement and that meant it was serious. They were all unsure of how Pez would take it. "She's a cheerleader isn't she? And rather…."
"A bitch." Jon finished. "The girl is a complete bitch."
"She teases people." Vista added. "Perfectly normal people who just happen to be class officer. People who just happened to have had a lisp in the first grade. Well, you can't help that." Jon put a comforting hand on her arm. "I got over it."
"She used to make fun of my accent." Pez said.
"And my trailer." Chase told Holder. She was all too happy to be adding to the list. Nobody made fun of her house, even if it happened five years ago.
"And she used to make fun of my skinny body." Parker thought out loud.
Chase glanced up at her boyfriend. "That was this afternoon, sweetie."
"So she doesn't like any of you." Holder stated with a light shrug. "She's still coming."
Jon held his hands up. "Whoa, I don't want her popular bitchy germs by my chair." The others nodded in agreement. They so didn't need someone else, especially if that someone was Emma Palmer.
"Wait, you guys. Emma Palmer is used to hanging out in nice places. She'll be bored in three minutes." Parker told the group. He then cleared his throat to make his next sentence sound more Lord of the Rings. "Let her come."
Jon shook his head. "The geek has a point. She can come, I guess." The others agreed.
Point Place, Wisconsin
October 10th, 2003
6:35 p.m.
Forman Basement
The sounds of some sitcom from the '60s filled the basement. Jon, Pez, and Vista sat in their usual spots and watched. Parker and Chase were missing, but all three knew they were probably making-out somewhere near by. The couple was in the early stage of the relationship and that meant a lot of groping. Thankfully, Parker and Chase didn't grope in front of their friends. Something that Holder didn't seem to understand. He'd make-out with Emma Palmer in front of them and they all knew it.
The side door opened with a bang and Holder came walking in, Emma Palmer was trailing behind him. While a complete bitch, Emma was beautiful. She had modeled some for the local paper and it showed. Emma was tall and trim. Her body had curves that came with blooming early. Her dark red hair was always beautifully combed and her violent eyes were unusual. She was a picture of perfection.
"Wesley, I do not want to be down here. It smells like…something died." Emma was also rather upfront and not in a good way. "And there are people down here." She turned and hit Holder on the arm. "I am not making-out in front of people. This is not a frat house, Wesley!"
"Oh God," Jon folded his arms over his chest. "it's started. I can feel the bitchyness infecting the basement."
Pez chuckled from the lawn chair and Vista tried not to from her spot on the sofa. Even Holder laughed and that just made Emma hit him again.
"Look, Sweet Thang, these are just some of my friends and they're just hanging around. They won't even notice us." Holder assured Emma.
"We'll notice if you two start sucking each others faces." Pez assured her best friend. "No one needs to see that, you know."
Holder laughed and sat on the arm of the sofa. "We won't suck each others faces." He pulled Emma down on his lap and the two of them started to make out. It was only a matter of seconds before they had fallen onto the sofa, their legs by Pez's face and their heads by Vista's lap. The smacking was nearly unbearable.
"I think this is a slow form of torture." Vista mused. She pushed herself closer to the edge of the sofa, before she was forced to stand up. Looking down at Holder and Emma, Vista made a face. "That simply cannot be natural. They look like they're trying to eat each other."
"That's it," Jon let his legs fall of the coffee table and stood up. "We're leaving."
"But, where will we go?" Pez questioned politely.
"Hell if I know, just away from the smacking. It sounds like cows are hanging out down here." Jon headed for the stairs and Vista and Pez followed. Holder and Emma were left to make out, but they really didn't mind.
Point Place, Wisconsin
October 10th, 2003
8:35 p.m.
Forman Living Room
Things were much quieter above the basement. Donna sat on the sofa, lap top in lap, working on her latest article for the newspaper. Eric sat in his Lazy-Z-Boy, reading the latest issue of one of his favorite magazines.
Eric's lips formed a smile and he put his magazine down. "Donna, Donna, this is the best day ever!" Donna looked up from her lap top and at her husband of over twenty years. She raised an eyebrow, silently telling him to go on. "I just found out there's a Batman comic I'm missing."
She was quiet for a moment, not quit knowing what to say. Finally, she spoke. "That's great, Eric."
"You know what's even better?" Eric asked her excitedly. "This article says there may be copies right here in Wisconsin." He jumped up out of his chair. "To the phone book!" Eric raced into the kitchen, leaving Donna to shake her head sadly before returning to her article.
Point Place, Wisconsin
October 11th, 2003
11:43 a.m.
Forman Driveway
Jon, Pez, and Vista laughed as they approached the Forman driveway. They had woken up early to see a movie. It had been a drama, that all of them had found very funny. As Pez observed 'They tried to be darkly serious and it was amusing and not serious.' Now they were ready for some basement time. Heading into the driveway, they noticed that Parker and Chase were sitting together on a lawn chair. Chase's long legs were dangling from the side as she and Parker made out. It was legs, arms, hands, and spit everywhere. All three made 'gross' faces before heading to the basement.
Point Place, Wisconsin
October 11th, 2003
11:43 a.m.
Forman Basement
A few seconds later, the three of them walked through the side door and into the basement. Jon was about to head to his chair, when he caught site of the person sitting on the sofa-Emma Palmer. Pez and Vista peered over Jon's shoulders. They all stood there, staring at Emma Palmer as she filed her nails.
"I don't think that guy that lives here is here." Emma told them without looking up. "I think he's off not eating with his trailer girlfriend."
"Actually," Vista spoke up. "that's my brother you're talking about."
"And our friends." Pez added.
Emma looked up and over at them. "Oh." Her eyes narrowed on the trio and she sniffed. "Hey, I know you three! Don't you have a really funny accent while being all sluttish?" She asked. Emma looked at Pez and seemed to be waiting for an answer.
"Well, yes. It was really rude. I do not have an accent." Pez stated firmly. Vista and Jon just glanced at her. "I mean, hey, I am no slut!"
Emma rolled her eyes. "Whatever. And you," she pointed at Vista. "you used to stutter, right? And it wasn't like in the movies, it was really bad. It took you, like, three minutes to get out one word." She shook her head. "God, you were so annoying. It was like, spit it out, you know?"
Vista's mouth fell open. "I-I…I u…u…"Vista closed her eyes for a moment and swallowed. "u…"
Emma gave her a look. "Yeah, okay. And you," she glanced at Jon. "what is up with your white man 'fro? It's, like, '03. Hello."
Jon was fuming. This chick was making fun of his friends. He wouldn't stand for that. Jon stepped forward, girl or no girl, she was going down. "Look, my hair is naturally this way, you annoying, bi-"
"Guys!" Everyone snapped to attention, and turned to watch Holder come down the basement stairs with two cans of Diet Coke. He jumped down the last stair and made his way to sit next to Emma on the sofa. "You're just in time to be with me and Emma. Well, until we make out and then you have to go."
Pez shook her head. "No, we are leaving. You're girlfriend is rude." She turned out the door and Vista and Jon followed, but not before Jon could give Emma the finger.
Point Place, Wisconsin
October 11th, 2003
11:45 a.m.
Hyde Den
The Hyde family den had been put together by Jackie Hyde, which meant it was white with pink every few steps. Jon Hyde entered the room with Pez and Vista two minutes after leaving the basement. The three teens stood in the doorway for a second and looked around. They had all been in the room before, maybe a million times, but they had never actually hung out in the room. Their group had the basement and before that the Forman driveway and the Hyde backyard. Now, they were actually going to spend more then thirty minutes in the den.
"You know," Pez thought out loud. "it looks kind of like the pink stuff I drink when I've eaten too much candy." Jon just looked at her.
Vista stepped farther into the room. "No, no, I think it's more like a sweet sixteen."
Jon groaned and went to sit on the white leather sofa. "Look, it has a bar and digital cable, over two hundred channels." He turned his body to look at the girls. "Neither of your houses have that, so sit down, shut up, and watch television with me." The girls exchanged a look before joining Jon on the sofa.
Jon put the television on Discovery Channel for Kids. The three of them stared at the television and learned about seahorses for about three seconds.
"What are you three doing in here?" Jackie Hyde asked them from the doorway. She walked in and went to get snacks from the bar as she went on talking. "Don't you usually hang out at Eric and Donna's basement?"
"Mom," Jon said without looking up from the television. "we had to leave. Wesley brought a girl to make out with. So, we're stuck here for a while."
"Sorry, you have to leave." Jackie told her son not all that politely. "You three know this is where Paige hangs out with Cookie and Bruce. They have a history project due Monday and they need this area to work."
"Mom, where are we supposed to go?" Jon questioned with an annoyed sigh. "The basement is being overrun with bitch germs, and the driveway looks like a pop music video." He finally turned around on the sofa to look at his mother. "Where?"
Jackie shrugged lightly as she put some chips into a bowl. "Uh, Michael and Brooke's? Or Fez and Laurie's? Or anywhere but here."
"But," Pez began. "my parents work and they lock the house and count food. They say it is alright to live off others during the day. I don't want to disappoint them."
Jackie groaned. "I'll give you all money to get out."
The three teens exchanged a look before Jon answered. "Okay then, we'll be leaving now."
Point Place, Wisconsin
October 11th, 2003
11:59 a.m.
Forman Kitchen
Parker placed a plate with a couple of sandwiches onto the table. Taking a seat, he smiled at Chase and leaned in to give her a quick kiss on the lips. "A meal fit for a queen, Muffin." Chase gave her boyfriend a small grin.
"Hey, after this we should," Chase leaned into Parker's ear and whispered something which made Parker grin like an idiot. Chase leaned out and returned the grin. "I take it you approve, sweetie?" Parker nodded.
The couple leaned in for another kiss just as Eric and Donna came walking into the kitchen. Eric walked straight to the phone and began looking through the papers that were around it. Donna just shook her head and joined the teens at the table.
"What's Dad doing?" Parker asked an amused expression on his face.
Donna shrugged. "There's this Batman comic and he doesn't have it, so he's tracking it down."
Parker grew excited at the thought of a new Batman comic. He jumped out of his seat and joined Eric by the phone. "Dad, Dad, Dad, let me help you here. What's the stat on the comic?"
Eric turned to look at his son, feeling pride. "It's not in town. I've tracked it to Madison, where it was last seen in '98. I'm waiting for a phone call from this shop in Green Bay. This is so exciting!"
"I know!" Parker jumped up and down.
From the table, Donna and Chase exchanged a look. Why were the men in their lives such dorks?
Point Place, Wisconsin
October 11th, 2003
12:05 p.m.
Kelso Living Room
The Kelso living room was huge and beautiful. It was filled with art and a killer entertainment center; in short it was perfect for the three teens without a hang out. Even though Holder was no where to be found, they figured that it was okay to be in the living room. According to Vista, the way things were going, in some shape or form, the Kelso family would be related to at least one of their families one day.
So, the three of them sat on the sofa and watched a Blue's Clues video with the littlest Kelso, Hydes, and the littlest girl with whose last name no one could pronounce. They were all five or four years old, so they seemed to find the video magnificent. It was to them, what Masterpiece Theater was to Vista.
"I can't believe we're actually watching this." Jon muttered.
His little brothers, Will and Jack, looked up at him from the floor and smiled. They were thrilled that their big brother was spending time with them. They were five and four, and yet they looked a lot alike. They both had unruly curls and mismatched eyes of green and blue.
"Shush, they are about to sing that mail song." Pez whispered. Her littlest sister, Brownie, sat on her lap. The four year old clapped her hands together, her blonde hair bouncing on her little shoulders.
The mail song filled the living room and everyone in the living room began to nod their heads and dance around a little.
Vi Kelso looked up at the sofa, her soft brown eyes narrowing on them. "Aren't you to old to watch it?" She questioned them. Her brown curls covering her chubby face. "You're old."
"Vi," Vista smiled down at the little four year old. "we're not that old. Besides, I've never seen this and it's interesting. That man seems to really love that dog. But, I'm worried that he might be anti-social and a little disturbed. I mean, he thinks his salt and pepper shakers can talk." She laughed to herself. "Plus, they have a child?"
"You're ruining the show!" Brownie whined. Vista blushed slightly and looked away.
The two groups sat and watched the show for a few more minutes. It ended and Jack, the oldest of the little ones, did his job and took the video out of the VCR. He opened the DVD player and put in a copy of Finding Nemo.
"We're going to watch it when we eat lunch." Will explained to the three teens. "Aunt Brooke says we get ham and cheese today. After, we get to go play on the swing set. You guys want to come?"
"Uh, yeah, sure." Jon told his little brother. "It could be fun." Pez and Vista glanced at him and he just shrugged. It wasn't like they had anywhere to go.
Point Place, Wisconsin
October 11th, 2003
12:27 p.m.
Forman Basement
Chase walked down the stairs and into the basement to find Holder and Emma groping on the sofa. Emma was on top of Holder, and his long legs were all over the place. Chase held back a gag. Instead of gagging, she walked over to the radio and turned it on full blast. The sound scared both Holder and Emma, Holder even ended up kicking Emma off him. They both sat up straight and noticed Chase.
"Wesley, do something." Emma demanded. "We were in the middle of being affectionate." She fixed her clothing and hair as she spoke.
Holder pleaded with Chase with his brown eyes. "Chase, we were in the middle of making out. Now, if you want, you can watch or even join in, but the music needs to lower." Emma hit Holder in the ribs.
Chase turned the music off. She gave Holder a look. "First, no to the offer. Second, this is Parker's basement. And even though he's being a dork and calling Canada for a stupid ass comic, it's still is basement." She waved a hand. "Go grope like dogs at your own homes."
Emma wrinkled her nose up. It had just dawned on her who Chase was. "Don't you live in that tiny little trailer? And haven't you had like ten stepfathers since you moved here? Doesn't your Mom talk with that funny accent? Not, like the other girl, it's from some part of England." Chase blinked. "Oh, you know the part with all the drunks."
"First, my trailer isn't small, it's petite. Second, my Mum is Irish and I've only had two stepfathers since moving here, four in total. Third, you're a bitch." Chase nearly snarled. "Fourth, get the hell out of my boyfriend's basement."
Emma gasped, shocked that someone as low as Chase was actually speaking like that toward her. "Fine, it smells anyway." She grabbed her purse. "Wesley, walk me home." Holder smiled a 'sorry' smile at Chase. He figured he had at least one last make out session with Emma possible. "Wesley!" Holder stood and followed Emma out the side door.
Chase sighed satisfied with her work. She nearly sat on the sofa, but thought better of it. Instead, she settled for the lawn chair.
Point Place, Wisconsin
October 11th, 2003
12:30 p.m.
Forman Kitchen
Parker, Eric, and Donna all sat at the table and waited for the phone to ring. The comic had been tracked down to Canada. Eric had called the private collector that had bought it and was hoping he'd call back and maybe let Eric and Parker see it.
The phone ring and both Forman men tried to pick it up. The fumbled and Donna picked the cordless up. "Hello? Yes, this is his wife. You're the collector's wife, Mrs. Davidson. I'm Donna. Uh-huh, sure. Aren't they? Okay, I'll tell them. Bye." Donna pressed a button and put the cordless back on the table. Parker and Eric were staring at her tensely. "Mr. Davidson said you can go see it next Saturday. His wife said he was finding the keys to the safe it's in as we speak." Eric reached out and kissed his wife. Parker beamed and went to the basement to tell Chase the good news.
Point Place, Wisconsin
October 11th, 2003
12:32 p.m.
Forman Basement
Parker went straight to Chase, put his hands on either side of her face and kissed her. He pulled back a second later and watched Chase smile and soak it in. She breathed what sounded like a 'whoa'.
"We found it." Parker told her. He sat down on the coffee table and put his hands on her legs. "It's in Canada and next Saturday, I'm going to see it with my Dad. And after that, well, clear your calendar love muffin, because you and I are spending that Sunday together. Just you and me."
His girlfriend chewed on her lower lip for a second before speaking. "What have I gotten myself into?" She laughed lightly.
Parker grinned. "I'm a geek." He told her in all honestly. "I can't help that."
Chase returned the grin. "I like that you're a geek. I don't care, even." The two of them shared a smile before kissing.
Point Place, Wisconsin
October 11th, 2003
3:17 p.m.
Forman Basement
After Finding Nemo, the sandwiches, the time of the swing set, and the afternoon nap, the three teens had headed back to the basement. It was now late afternoon and they had a new determination to get back their basement. After all, they hadn't won it back from their older siblings a couple of weeks before for nothing.
They entered through the side door and found the place completely empty. Sure, the sofa looked like it had been a victim of the spot of some groping, but there was no one there. They all hesitantly entered and sat down in their usual places. Jon turned the television on and they began to watch.
All three sat there uncomfortably, each trying and failing to pay attention to the program. Jon put his feet up on the coffee table and folded his arms over his chest. Pez took a blow-pop out of her jacket pocket and began to suck on it. Vista folded her legs under her body.
"This is nice." Vista spoke up.
"Yup." Jon agreed without looking up.
They sat in silence for a while, but it wasn't working. They could no longer watch television in the basement without the sounds of a couple making out.
Pez took her candy out of her mouth. "I miss the smacking."
Jon took his feet off the coffee table and turned to face Pez, who was sitting on the lawn chair. "Hate to agree, but I agree."
Vista unfolded her legs out from under her and stood. "I'll go get them."
She returned a few minutes later, Holder and Emma in tow. Holder and Emma were put on the sofa with Vista and the couple began making out again.
Jon put his feet back on the coffee table and refolded his arms over his chest. "Much better." The two girls nodded.
Next: Chapter 9-Sweet Misery: Eric and Donna begin to think Parker and Chase are their generation's 'perfect couple,' so they won't leave them alone. Emma gets in the way of Holder hanging out with Pez. Hyde and Jackie spend time watching as Jon and Vista fight over the Forman's new digital cable.