A/N: Okay, I will not speak web anymore in my Author's Notes even though
it makes life easier. Thanks for the reviews y'all! By the way, to the
person who told me to tell them if I have another story, I do!!! It's on
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up this pen name and you'll find it!
Disclaimer: I disclaim what I don't own. Yeppity-yep-yep.
The villagers cry: Now on with the story!!!
John was just as shocked to see that he looked like him. The eyes, skin color, his mother's hourglass figure, his ears, and his father's nose. They stood there, staring at eachother for a good fifteen minutes, neither of them willing to talk. After those fifteen minutes were up, Emily had tears she was trying to hold back in her eyes. She didn't want to blink because that means she'd cry and she wasn't ready to show any emotion to a guy she doesn't even know. She wasn't about to have it be like being on the Montel show.
Alison, who had been calling her husband to check up on their two year old, came back and decided to break the ice. "So, how are you two doing?"
Emily turned around but John interrupted.
"Y-you look just like me," he said, ignoring Alison.
Emily turned back around to John. "I know," she replied quietly. Alison took that as her cue to leave again.
"What's your name?"
"Emily. Emily Marie Standish."
John's mind slipped back to detention. Shermer High School. March twenty- fourth, nineteen eighty-four.
*****
"What's your name?" Claire asked John.
"What's yours?" he countered.
"Claire."
"Ca-laire?"
"Claire. It's a family name."
"No, it's a fat girl's name."
"Well, thank you-"
"You're welcome."
"I'm not fat!"
"Well not at present but I can see you really pushing maximum density. You see, I'm not sure if you know this, but there are two kinds of fat people. There's fat people that were born to be fat and ten there's fat people who were once thin but they became fat so when you look at them you can sorta see that thin person inside. You see, you're gonna get married, you're gonna squeeze out a few puppies, and then."
*****
"Is she married?"
"No. Dating like a teenager and acting like one on hormone medicine but not married. Why didn't you ever call? Or try to see me?"
"Emily, sit down."
"I don't want-"
"Sit." John used his anger tone and she did as she was told. "Your mom didn't tell me about you. One day she was at school and the next all her stuff was out of her locker and nobody heard of her again."
"So you didn't know about me?"
"No."
"What if you did?"
"I don't know."
The room was filled with silence. John thought for awhile as Emily concentrated on the insert-a-picture-of-your-own snow globe on his desk with a picture of a lady in it. After awhile, John smiled.
"She doesn't know you're here, does she?"
Emily was quiet.
"I'll take that as a no. Damn, you are really just like me."
"I'm definitely not like her."
"Yes you are."
"No, I'm not."
"You know I have to call her."
"No you don't. You have two options here: you can send me back, not calling her, and forget all about me or you can not tell her and I can live with you. Or with Brian. I don't think he'd care."
"His fiancé would care."
"Fiancé?"
"He proposed to her today."
"Oh."
"And I'm gonna have to call your mom."
"I don't want you to!!! If I see her, I'll scream."
"Same here," mumbled John.
"Just don't call her!"
"I can hold it off another day I guess."
"And let your anger build?" asked a voice from the hallway. It was Alison's.
"I guess."
"I already called her. She's on her way. She's probably here by now and taking a cab over."
"Why the heck would you call her? I thought I could trust you!! What the f-"
"Emily! Calm down!"
"I don't want to!!!"
The intercom started to go off. "Mr. Bender, a Claire Standish is here to see you."
"Thanks Cookie, send her in," said Alison. John was ready to get angry again.
I was right, thought Emily, crossing her arms. "I don't want to see her. All she'll do is yell or ask if I'm pregnant. That's her idea of parenting."
There were steps down the hallway and a voice familiar to everybody yelled, "Emily Marie Standish, what the heck are you thinking!?!"
Disclaimer: I disclaim what I don't own. Yeppity-yep-yep.
The villagers cry: Now on with the story!!!
John was just as shocked to see that he looked like him. The eyes, skin color, his mother's hourglass figure, his ears, and his father's nose. They stood there, staring at eachother for a good fifteen minutes, neither of them willing to talk. After those fifteen minutes were up, Emily had tears she was trying to hold back in her eyes. She didn't want to blink because that means she'd cry and she wasn't ready to show any emotion to a guy she doesn't even know. She wasn't about to have it be like being on the Montel show.
Alison, who had been calling her husband to check up on their two year old, came back and decided to break the ice. "So, how are you two doing?"
Emily turned around but John interrupted.
"Y-you look just like me," he said, ignoring Alison.
Emily turned back around to John. "I know," she replied quietly. Alison took that as her cue to leave again.
"What's your name?"
"Emily. Emily Marie Standish."
John's mind slipped back to detention. Shermer High School. March twenty- fourth, nineteen eighty-four.
*****
"What's your name?" Claire asked John.
"What's yours?" he countered.
"Claire."
"Ca-laire?"
"Claire. It's a family name."
"No, it's a fat girl's name."
"Well, thank you-"
"You're welcome."
"I'm not fat!"
"Well not at present but I can see you really pushing maximum density. You see, I'm not sure if you know this, but there are two kinds of fat people. There's fat people that were born to be fat and ten there's fat people who were once thin but they became fat so when you look at them you can sorta see that thin person inside. You see, you're gonna get married, you're gonna squeeze out a few puppies, and then."
*****
"Is she married?"
"No. Dating like a teenager and acting like one on hormone medicine but not married. Why didn't you ever call? Or try to see me?"
"Emily, sit down."
"I don't want-"
"Sit." John used his anger tone and she did as she was told. "Your mom didn't tell me about you. One day she was at school and the next all her stuff was out of her locker and nobody heard of her again."
"So you didn't know about me?"
"No."
"What if you did?"
"I don't know."
The room was filled with silence. John thought for awhile as Emily concentrated on the insert-a-picture-of-your-own snow globe on his desk with a picture of a lady in it. After awhile, John smiled.
"She doesn't know you're here, does she?"
Emily was quiet.
"I'll take that as a no. Damn, you are really just like me."
"I'm definitely not like her."
"Yes you are."
"No, I'm not."
"You know I have to call her."
"No you don't. You have two options here: you can send me back, not calling her, and forget all about me or you can not tell her and I can live with you. Or with Brian. I don't think he'd care."
"His fiancé would care."
"Fiancé?"
"He proposed to her today."
"Oh."
"And I'm gonna have to call your mom."
"I don't want you to!!! If I see her, I'll scream."
"Same here," mumbled John.
"Just don't call her!"
"I can hold it off another day I guess."
"And let your anger build?" asked a voice from the hallway. It was Alison's.
"I guess."
"I already called her. She's on her way. She's probably here by now and taking a cab over."
"Why the heck would you call her? I thought I could trust you!! What the f-"
"Emily! Calm down!"
"I don't want to!!!"
The intercom started to go off. "Mr. Bender, a Claire Standish is here to see you."
"Thanks Cookie, send her in," said Alison. John was ready to get angry again.
I was right, thought Emily, crossing her arms. "I don't want to see her. All she'll do is yell or ask if I'm pregnant. That's her idea of parenting."
There were steps down the hallway and a voice familiar to everybody yelled, "Emily Marie Standish, what the heck are you thinking!?!"