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Post by meg_cahill21 on Nov 8, 2012 6:53:43 GMT -5
update soon!
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Post by HburgEagle44 on Nov 8, 2012 23:11:44 GMT -5
Finally, he got a text from Rebecca. “Will u give me a ride home?” He jumped at the chance and located her quickly. “Hey,” he said, walking up to her casually. David was gone. “Want to leave?” She nodded, smiling brightly. “Yeah. Let’s go.” They walked out to the car and started driving back in silence. Emmet finally turned to her. “So, Rebecca, what happened?” “He asked me out,” she said, blushing as she came to the point quickly. “Ooh,” he said slowly, dramatizing the moment. “That’s adorable! I’m sure Keith will be pleased.” Rebecca stuck her tongue out. “I’m not sure what Keith will think. Maybe we shouldn’t tell him. He might not take it well. He’s so protective.” Emmet rolled his eyes. “Oh, lord. Why are you such a girl?” “Oh,” she said, laughing slightly. “Because that’s my gender.” He smirked. “Yes. I’ve noticed.” “Shut up,” she said happily. “I’m just glad things worked out well. Otherwise, Phoebe would be in for it.” “It’s not her fault,” Emmet said. “She was just telling her brother what you said. How could she know that he’d run his mouth to David?” “Oh,” Rebecca said, a glint in her eye. “I see.” “See what?” Emmet asked, glancing at her. “Nothing,” she quickly said. “Um, Emmet, you just missed the turn.” He sighed and looped around. “Here you go. Safe and sound.” She started to get out. “Thanks, Emmet. You’re a pal.” “Wait, Becca!” he called out at the last second. Rebecca turned. “Yeah?” “When I was in the piano shop with Phoebe, she mentioned that you told her about the whole theater incident, and she also said that you told her that I was the one who came up with the idea.” Emmet raised an eyebrow. “Yes. Because that’s what happened.” Rebecca shook her head in amusement. “Remember?” “No,” Emmet replied honestly. “I’m positive you were the one who came up with the idea.” She laughed. “Good bye, Emmet.” “Goodbye.” He watched her go into her apartment before driving off. He felt elated. Finally, he was going home. He was content. “Phoebe, I know you’re getting this. Pick up.” Phoebe laughed at Rebecca’s messages. She had no idea what Rebecca wanted, and wondered why she would call when she could text, but it was funny nonetheless. She dialed Rebecca’s number. “Hey, what’s up?” she asked easily when Rebecca answered. “So tell me about Emmet,” Rebecca’s voice drawled. “What do you mean?” asked Phoebe. This was not what she expected. “Do you like him? Were there sparks?” “Becca…” Phoebe laughed. “No, I do not think there were sparks.” “There had to be!” Rebecca exclaimed. “I mean, you took him to your piano place! That only happens when there are sparks! So you must like each other. Or, at least, you like him. Unrequited love? Hmm.” “Becca.” Phoebe shook her head. “I really enjoyed him. He was very, very nice.” “Yes. He is nice, isn’t he?” Rebecca answered. “But there had to be more than that. I mean…I want there to be more than that.” “And the truth comes out!” dramatically exploded Phoebe. “Well, if there are ever any sparks in the future, I’ll let you know, huh?” She laughed. “Just don’t tell your brother.” “Oh, shut up,” Rebecca laughed. “All right. Well, I hope you have a good day. And Phoebe?” “Yes?” “Thank you.” Rebecca hung up. Phoebe smiled and put her phone down. “Sparks, ha.” She picked up her book and started to read again. Emmet glanced at his phone and grinned. Rebecca kept texting him, asking about unrequited love and if he believed in it, but he ignored every text. He was busy, after all. It’s not every day you get to play the piano while both of your neighbors are gone.He started violently when he realized that his phone was vibrating. A lot. He glanced at the caller ID. “Becca!” he yelled at his phone. “I’m busy!” However, the phone kept vibrating persistently. Emmet sighed and picked up. “Hello! What is it you require? Is it more important than ‘River Flows In You’? I highly doubt it!” “Um, hi, Emmet.” “Rebecca.” Emmet forced himself to remain calm. “I was about to have a major break through on this song. I had finally captured the emotion of it, and I was almost ready to move to the next level, which is play with emotion with the eyes shut! Come on, Bec, that’s not fair, and you know it.” “You’re a maniac,” Rebecca said decidedly. “I love the piano, yes, but… goodness. How do you obsess over such tiny details?” “Goodbye,” Emmet said. His finger hovered over the End Call button. “Wait! I have to ask you something, but you aren’t even reading my texts now, are you?” Rebecca said hurriedly. “What is it?” he asked, resigned and with a heavy heart. He shut the lid of his piano. “How do you feel about Phoebe?” asked Rebecca in a rush. “Why?” Emmet asked stubbornly. “I don’t have to feel anything. I just met her.” “Ohhhh,” Rebecca said angrily. “You can still feel something. I felt something the first time I met… well.” She stopped and there was an awkward silence for a while. “Never mind,” she finally said. “Do you need anything?” Emmet persisted. “Because I can still feel the mood to play this song, and once it’s gone, it’s over.” “No. I guess I don’t need anything.” Rebecca’s voice sounded tiny and alone over the receiver, but Emmet steeled his mind against her and her manipulative habits. “So, have fun playing your song. It’s a beautiful one, by the way, and I know you’ll be fabulous at it.” “Thank you,” Emmet said, his cold manner thawing slightly at the praise. “I’ll talk to you later.” He hung up and opened the lid to his piano again. “All right, let’s try this again, shall we?” he asked, running his fingers over the gleaming keys. “I didn’t desert you for too long.” He played the opening notes to ‘River Flows In You’ before he realized with yet another start that someone was in the room with him. He whipped around. Keith was standing there, eating a banana. “Hey, mate. You always talk to your instruments?” he asked, coming forward to lounge on a straight-backed chair. “Keith!” Emmet nearly shouted. “You scared me to death!” “That’s because you’re always so worried,” Keith said complacently. “Just relax. It’ll be all right.” “I swear, you’re a hippy,” Emmet groaned. “But I guess that’s better than the alternative.” “What’s the alternative?” Keith asked. “And haven’t I told you never to eat in the instrument room?” Emmet demanded. “Why are you here, anyway?” “Ah,” his friend said. “That is the question.” Emmet waited for some time before sighing. “You don’t know why you’re here, do you?” Keith shook his head. “It was boring at my place and I had no food, so I came over here. Your fridge is always well stocked.” “You mean… that’s my banana?” Emmet demanded. “You know how expensive bananas are right now?” He frowned. “Oh well, I guess it doesn’t matter. I don’t want you withering away, I guess.” He sighed and shut the lid to his piano again. “Come on. I’m not in the mood anymore.” “Artistic temperament.” Keith nodded wisely. “We all deal with it in our business.” “Sure.” Emmet led the way out of his instrument room and into the living space. “So what is going on with you, mate?” “Nothing,” Keith said in despair. “Absolutely nothing! My sister is going crazy about something she wants to tell me but doesn’t know how, so we’re not talking. All the lads are… I’m not sure what they’re doing, actually. Nobody texts. Nobody even calls. Nobody even writes! And poor little me is sitting at my house, just thinking… about all the friendships I could be making right now… all the waves I could be catching… all the food I could be eating… and the last one led me to you.” He smiled, content. “You didn’t connect me with the friendships, but the food?” Emmet asked, cocking an eyebrow. “Remind me why I’m friends with you.” “Because you’re my best mate,” Keith said, slinging an arm around Emmet’s shoulder. “And that’s why I need your help with something. Because best mates stick together.” “Oh, no,” Emmet groaned. “Whatever it is, count me out.” “Find out Rebecca’s dirty secret, will you?” Keith begged. “Oh,” Emmet sighed, relieved. “I already know.” He winced. “I mean, I can guess. I don’t know, Keith. I mean, I would have to talk it over with her. I don’t know for sure, know. I…” Keith was staring at him. “Well, if you don’t know for sure know, then get it out of her!” He smiled. “She is going to drive me over the edge sometime and won’t she like family reunions after that!” “You’ll actually probably be in a mental institution by that point, so she wouldn’t care,” Emmet said absentmindedly. “I’ll go talk to Rebecca.” Keith stared at him suspiciously. “I don’t need it done this instant.” “Oh, yeah.” Emmet chuckled, somewhat nervously, though he wasn’t sure what he was nervous about. “I was just trying to get rid of you. No such luck, huh?” “No,” Keith said, long and drawn out. “No such luck.” His stare told Emmet that he wasn’t satisfied. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ So, a pretty long one! Hope you enjoy it. Please read and respond!
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Post by celticbear on Nov 9, 2012 0:29:31 GMT -5
Glad David asked Becca out! And I'm wondering if all of Rebecca's talk about unrequited love is more about her and Emmet and not Emmet and Phoebe. Also love the whole scene in the instrument room. Poor Emmet stuck with Keith. Maybe Emmet needs to find a girl for Keith. That way Keith will stay out of Emmet's hair.
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Post by GalwayGirl on Nov 9, 2012 1:28:05 GMT -5
Happy that Becca got asked out like that, but boy is she a bit of a meddling matchmaker right now!!! lol Keith taking over Em's place for the food....yeah I can so see that!! haha Emmet should find an inventive way to keep him busy! Anyway, update when you can!
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Post by meg_cahill21 on Nov 9, 2012 6:43:28 GMT -5
keith is hilarious...loved the hippy comment by emmet and the food comment from keith! update soon!
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Post by HburgEagle44 on Nov 10, 2012 16:02:10 GMT -5
Why am I keeping this such a big secret, anyway? Emmet asked himself as he went to go ask Rebecca if he could tell Keith. So dramatic. I bet Keith wouldn’t even care who she dates. At least, not as much as he likes to pretend he does.
He shook his head and got out of his car. Walking up to Rebecca’s door, he shivered against the biting Ireland wind. He knocked and, hopping from one foot to the other, hoped that Rebecca would answer quickly.
She didn’t, however, and he was left standing in the cold for a while, so he thought the out the three best ways to tell her that her brother wanted to know what was up before deciding on the best one. By that time, Rebecca had taken her time and opened the door.
“Emmet!” she exclaimed, smiling. “Hi! Come in, come in.”
Emmet walked in and removed his coat. “Your apartment is always so hot,” he complained.
She smiled. “I love it. Heating bill’s a bit much, though.” Glancing over him and noting his nicer jacket and slacks, she let her expression do the asking.
“I’m not staying, just stopping by to ask you something.” Emmet grimaced. “Keith has been pumping me for information about David. Now, I don’t know why you have to be so dramatic and keep it a secret from him. He won’t care, I swear. It’s stupid. And I’m tired of being interrupted when I play the piano, so you better tell him or let me tell him.”
“Come in, won’t you?” Rebecca invited him.
“Bec, I’m not staying,” Emmet said again.
“I want to talk about this over tea,” Rebecca said, tilting her head a little. “Come on. You’re probably hours early for whatever you’re going to do. You always are. Sometimes I wonder that Sharon is always at a concert before you.”
“Fine,” Emmet grumbled, sighing. He walked into her living room and was staggered at the sight.
Six girls were all crowded around a coffee table, looking at pictures of what he assumed to be attractive men. They all had green plaster stuff on their faces and their nails were shining. They were laughing and giggling and making so much noise, Emmet wondered that he hadn’t heard them out in the hall. Then he realized that there was a door.
“Girls, look who’s here!” Rebecca announced. “It’s Emmet! You all know Emmet.”
They all looked up and looked slightly mortified that he had caught them in their little beauty masks. Emmet noticed this with amusement but simply bowed a little. “Ladies,” he said, in his most gentlemanly manner. “Becca,” he said, “if I’m interrupting something, I can just go…”
“No, no, stay!” Rebecca exclaimed. “I’ll give you a face mask!”
“Are you serious?” he asked, repelled by the idea. “No way! Why don’t you have one, by the way?”
“I was the one who was putting them on and I hadn’t gotten there yet.” She smiled. “It’s great fun, feels great on your skin, and does wonders for your complexion. You really should try one.”
Emmet shook his head resolutely. “No, thank you. But seriously, you should consider telling Keith about David. He just walked into my instrument room, eating my banana, and demanding that I tell him why you’re so scatterbrained in the past two days and why you always say you have something to tell him. And I’m tired of dodging the question.”
“Fine! Fine, I’ll tell him.” Rebecca looked put out at the idea.
“Tonight,” Emmet said, his face a hard mask.
“Fine. Tonight.” She stuck her tongue out at him.
“Real mature, Becca.” He frowned. “You were really easy to persuade. Any particular reason?”
“No,” she said. “I guess I’m just ready to tell him. It didn’t take long. I thought maybe we would be engaged before I would tell him…”
“How old are you?” demanded Emmet. “I mean, really. How old are you?”
“You know how old I am,” she replied scornfully. “I’m twenty.”
“Yes. Exactly. Please do not act like you’re still in primary school.” He laughed. “I was freaked out about cooties back then.”
Rebecca grinned. “So was I.”
They fell into silence and Rebecca turned to look at the girls. “Alright, Emmet, guess who they are under the masks. Can you?”
Six pairs of eyes looked up to meet Emmet’s. He blinked. Oh, Rebecca. Why do you make me do this? “Um… Michelle?” he ventured haphazardly. To his relief, the girl he had pointed out nodded and smiled. “Melanie,” he said, noting the head of red hair. When she had acknowledged, he moved on to the short girl. “Phoebe, yeah?” She nodded graciously. Emmet turned his gaze onto the girl next to her. “Um… I’m sorry. I have no idea who you are.”
The girl laughed. “Rebecca! You never mentioned me? What a friend you are.”
Rebecca smiled. “Emmet, you’re doing surprisingly well. This is Chloe. She and I are in the same writing class.”
“Does everyone have your writing class?” Emmet asked. “Everyone!” He smiled. “It’s nice to meet you, Chloe.” He extended his hand but remembered her wet nail polish in time. “Sierra,” he said to the brunette with really curly hair. He looked at the last girl. I’ve never heard Rebecca mention an Asian friend before, he thought, completely lost.
The girl laughed, an adorable, tinkling little laugh. “Hello, I am Atsoko.”
“Hi,” Emmet said, nodding and smiling at her. “It’s nice to meet you.”
“And nice to meet you, as well. The famous and celebrated Emmet Cahill that Rebecca talks too much about.” Atsoko grinned. “I am, as well, in Rebecca’s writing classroom.”
“Do you talk too much about me?” Emmet asked Rebecca.
“No, I think Atsoko means ‘so much,’” Rebecca said, winking at Atsoko. “It’s okay. It’s cute.”
Atsoko clapped a hand to her hair. “The English, it is hard!”
“You’re good at it, though,” Emmet said, smiling. “Even I mess up with my English and grammar. It’s all right. Now, Rebecca, I really have to go.”
“Where are you going so dressed up as?” asked Melanie.
Emmet smiled at her. He had met Melanie several times before, as she was a Harkin relative and went to all the family functions, just as he did. “Can you keep a secret?” he asked.
“Yes, of course,” she said, somewhat confused.
“So can I,” whispered Emmet.
All the girls laughed and Emmet said his farewells before ducking out. He rushed to his car, fighting against the wind, and drove back to his apartment, where he changed into comfortable clothes, locked his door, bolted it, and turned off his cell phone. “Now, I can play that song in peace,” he said happily. And he proceeded to do so.
“Now, girls,” Rebecca said to the group of girls gathered before her, “We have to have an intervention.”
“Why did you wait for Phoebe to go home?” asked Atsoko. “You know. She is the best friend. And you must have intervention. What is intervention?”
“It’s like… a plan to… intervene.” Rebecca waved her hand vaguely. “It doesn’t matter. I sent Phoebe home because the intervention is for her.”
“Ohhh,” all the girls breathed together.
“What do you need done?” asked Melanie bravely. “We are here only to obey your commands.”
“I think that should be—” started Sierra.
“Anyway!” Rebecca said. “What needs to happen is this: Phoebe and Emmet met for the first time about a week ago.” She grinned evilly. “And they won’t admit it, but sparks flew.”
“Ohhhh,” all the girls breathed again.
“What are sparks flying?” Atsoko asked.
“Oh, gosh,” Chloe muttered.
“That’s when they liked each other,” Michelle said. She smiled sweetly. “And before you ask, not the way that I like you or you like Rebecca. No, it’s like the way Rebecca likes David. And you like Andy.”
“Oh my gosh, you do?” Sierra exclaimed. “That’s so cute! Does he like you, too?”
Atsoko ducked her head. “Well, I don’t know, really. I cannot even say the word to him. I am too shy.”
“Aww, but Atsoko, you need to tell him how you feel,” Sierra urged her. “Or maybe we could have an intervention for you and tell him ourselves. Since you’re too shy, that is,” she added.
“Oh, no, the last thing we need is another intervention!” Rebecca exclaimed. “One at a time, please!”
Atsoko looked embarrassed. “Please, yes, one intervention at a time. I don’t want trouble.”
“Trouble?” Chloe asked. “Would there be trouble?”
“No, I don’t know,” Atsoko said, mortified. “I do not mean trouble. I mean… I don’t know!” She started whispering to herself in Japanese, trying to find the correct words.
“What are we supposed to do about Phoebe?” Melanie asked realistically. “I mean, she’s kinda hard, really. Do you think we could just get her and Emmet together, like that?” She snapped dramatically.
“We can try,” Rebecca said, determined. “Wouldn’t they be adorable together?” She sighed, and all the girls mimicked her.
“What should we do?” asked Sierra.
“Well, I thought we could start by…” Rebecca brought them all in a huddle, their green face masks all making them look slightly sinister as she unraveled her dastardly plan.
“Phoebe, we’re out of cat food,” Mrs. McCurdy announced, suddenly appearing in Phoebe’s doorway.
Phoebe looked up from her book and blinked for a moment. “So,” she said seriously, “it has come to this.”
Mrs. McCurdy looked stunned. “What?”
“Just being dramatic,” Phoebe shrugged. “Do you want me to go get some?”
“Yes,” Mrs. McCurdy said. “I do. Please. The cats are fighting each other. I think they think that they’re hiding food from each other.”
“Or maybe,” Phoebe whispered, “they secretly believe that they are mountain lions, and if they don’t fight each other, they will never have enough food for their young and themselves.”
“Phoebe McCurdy, what are you reading, and what ideas is the book giving you?” her mom exclaimed, snatching the book away from her. She sighed after looking at the cover. “What is this?”
“Um… nothing,” Phoebe said quickly. “Just a book about experimental physics.”
“How do you read this for fun? Where did you get all your brains? Not my side of the family. And goodness knows, not your father’s.” Mrs. McCurdy rolled her eyes. “Please get some cat food.”
“All right, all right,” Phoebe said good-naturedly. “I’ll be right back.” Grabbing up her bag and slipping on some shoes, she went out the door and walked the couple of blocks to the store. Walking in, she went directly to the aisle that she knew had the cat food. She picked the food they always got and went to check out. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- So, I had some fun with this update... haha. Girls are crazy. (And I can say that from first-hand experience, as I am a girl ;) ) Hope you enjoy it! R&R, please :)
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Post by meg_cahill21 on Nov 10, 2012 18:14:18 GMT -5
update soon!
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Post by celticbear on Nov 10, 2012 22:39:56 GMT -5
Love this update! I hope Becca keeps her promise to tell Keith about David! Poor Emmet and Phoebe! They better watch out because Becca and her friends are on a mission to play Cupid!
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Post by GalwayGirl on Nov 10, 2012 23:59:34 GMT -5
Loved the update!!! Poor Emmet walking in on a crazy girl party like that! haha And yes loved the cat line! hehe Phoebe and Emmet may not know what hit them once Becca and the other girls get started on their plan! Can't wait to see what you come up with next! Update soon!
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Post by HburgEagle44 on Nov 12, 2012 0:18:09 GMT -5
Please, please, don't get any wild ideas about this update (AUNTIE). Or the next one. I swear, there's nothing between Keith and Phoebe and I hope there won't ever be. I don't know, of course, because characters tend to do what they want to when I write. -_- very rude of them. PS, Meg, I love your 'update soon!' comments. They're my favorites. :p ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ There was a tap on her shoulder and Phoebe turned around. “Keith,” she said. “Hi. How are you?” Phoebe didn’t particularly like Keith, but she liked him enough. He was just a bit… wild.
“Do you know what’s going on with Becca?” Keith asked in exasperation. “I’m trying to get her to talk to me but she won’t.”
Phoebe glanced at what he was getting at the store. Bananas, she noted. And alcohol. Why am I not surprised? “I know, but I don’t know if she wants to tell you just yet.”
“Please tell me it’s just a guy and not that she has a bad kidney or something,” Keith said, running a hand through his hair. “She’s starting to scare me.”
“Oh, gosh, no, she does not have any physical ailment!” Phoebe exclaimed. “I’m sorry that she scared you. She just is going out with this guy and…” Her eyes widened. “Oops.”
“Oh. Who is it?”
Phoebe shook her head. “Please, please. Don’t tell her that I told you anything. Please. She’ll never trust me, never again!” She bit her lip.
“Excuse me? Are you ready?” the cashier asked Phoebe.
She jumped. “Yeah.” Putting the cat food on the counter, she quickly paid and waited for Keith to pay. “Keith, listen. I told David that Rebecca liked him. She freaked out and we just barely made up. If you tell her that you know, and she finds out I told you, we will never be friends again. I’m begging you.”
Keith frowned. “I’ll just get it out of Emmet. He can’t keep any secret. And I know he knows.”
“Of course he knows,” Phoebe replied. “I mean, come on. He drove her to the mall where she met David. And I’m sure that as soon as she got in the car with Emmet to go home, she told him that she and David were dating.”
“Is David a good man?” Keith asked seriously. “Can I trust him?”
Phoebe sighed. “I hope so.” Smiling tightly, she supported the food with one hand and waved with the other. “See you later.”
“I’ll walk with you,” Keith said. “I have nothing better to do. I was just going to go bother Emmet, or perhaps Ryan, but I’d rather go with you.”
“Why?” Phoebe asked.
Keith didn’t answer. Instead, he grinned wickedly. “So, I heard something from Melanie that you probably have no idea is going on.”
“What is it?” Phoebe asked. She knew she probably shouldn’t be curious, but she couldn’t help it.
“The girls are planning an intervention for you and Emmet.” Keith smiled. “It should be fun. I didn’t hear any of the details, but they really want you two to get together.”
“Why?” she demanded. “I mean, sure, Emmet’s nice. He’s good looking. He’s amazingly talented. But why, after meeting him once, should I get together with him?”
“Look, Phoebe, I tell you this as brother to sister, all right?” Keith asked.
“Sure, Keith. Whatever.” Phoebe waited.
“I think you and Emmet should get together, too,” Keith confided. “I think you would be a cute couple. Can you imagine, your little nerdiness combined with his musical genius?” He grinned. “It would be great. And Rebecca would hate it, after, like, the second day.”
Phoebe laughed. “That would kind of be worth seeing. But why would she hate it?”
“Well, obviously. Her two best friends going out? No way. She would die. She wouldn’t get past the ‘Oh, Emmet is adorable,’ and, ‘Should I tell Phoebe that I love her?’, and all the such.” Keith smirked. “And she would feel like she was left out of the marvelous trio.”
“We can’t be a marvelous trio if I don’t even know Emmet.” Phoebe grinned. “But I know what you mean. It would be funny. Except that’s not really how I am.” She paused. “You don’t really know me, do you, Keith?”
Keith shook his head. “Not at all. But I do know that you look like a short nerd, ergo, you must be a short nerd.”
“And you look like a piece of spaghetti, so, ergo, you must be a piece of spaghetti.” Phoebe glared at him. “I am not a short nerd.”
“I am not a piece of spaghetti!” Keith exclaimed, horrified. “And if you’re not a short nerd, what are you?”
“I am an intellectual tiny person,” Phoebe said with pride. “And don’t you ever forget it.”
“That’s just a fancy way of saying short nerd,” Keith said suspiciously.
“Yes. Yes, it is.” Phoebe looked up at him for an instant. “And if you didn’t get that reference, it was an allusion to Phineas and Ferb.”
“George would be proud,” Keith said drily.
“He’s the bald one, right?” Phoebe asked.
“Yes. The bald one.” Keith smirked, running a hand through his hair without even realizing he did so. “Of course, he waxes his hair.”
“Of course,” Phoebe agreed. Oh, of course, she mocked him in her head. Of course George waxes his head. Goodness, Phoebe, why are you making fun of that?
Keith sighed and looked around. “Why is it so cold?” he complained. “I just want to go inside and watch television and have… uh…” He glanced around again. “Don’t tell anyone, but I want a good cup of tea.”
“So do I,” Phoebe agreed. “But why is that bad?”
“Because my mates will make fun of me if they find out,” Keith whispered. “I have a reputation to uphold, you know.”
“You want to keep your reputation?” Phoebe asked, shocked. “I mean… well… I prefer my reputation as a short nerd to your reputation of a wild hipster who likes alcohol and eating his friends’ food.”
“Harsh,” Keith said, nodding slowly and contemplatively. “But completely true. Yes, I like my reputation. I think too much about my reputation. But that’s okay. I can do that. I have nothing else to do. When I’m not singing, writing songs, playing my guitar…” He frowned. “It’s quite boring, actually.”
“You need a hobby,” Phoebe said. “Let’s find you a hobby.”
“I have a hobby,” Keith said. “It’s called music.”
“No, no, no, no,” Phoebe laughed. “That’s not a hobby, that’s a career. No. My hobby is experimental physics. I’m not going into that field. I’m just interested. You see?”
Keith nodded with a glazed look in his eyes. “You like experimental physics.” It was not a question.
Phoebe laughed again. “Come on, my house is right across the street.” She led the way and opened the door. “Mom, I’m back!” she called.
Keith followed and gazed around the small but homey house. “Cute,” he approved.
Smiling back at him, Phoebe led the way into the kitchen. “Hey, Mom,” she said. “This is Keith, Rebecca’s brother. He’s bored and lonely so I brought him here.”
“Hi, Keith,” Mrs. McCurdy said, looking up from her baking. Her hands were covered in flour and she looked like she was working hard, but a broad smile covered her face as her expression welcomed Keith absolutely.
Keith felt at home immediately. “Hi, Phoebe’s mum,” he said happily. “I’m already feeling glad I didn’t go back home.” He glanced around. “You really like chickens, huh?”
“No,” Mrs. McCurdy whispered in a confiding tone. “But my husband is convinced I do, and every year for our anniversary, he gets me a picture or a statue or something of a chicken. I just leave them in here so he doesn’t feel like I don’t appreciate his gifts.”
Phoebe grinned. “It’s a good story. If we ever tell him, I suppose he’ll feel like he wasted all that money, but he really didn’t. It’s cute.”
Mrs. McCurdy nodded. “So, what are you kids going to do?”
“Mom,” Phoebe said, “I am not a kid.” She pointed to the counter where she had laid down the cat food. “I got the food you asked for, by the way.”
“Oh, thanks, Phoebe,” Mrs. McCurdy said.
“What are you making, Mrs. McCurdy?” Keith asked politely.
“Oh, just some cinnamon rolls,” she answered, smiling. “When they’re done, you can have one. But just one, because I want to actually save some this time.” She glared at Phoebe.
“Okay, okay, Mom,” Phoebe laughed.
Keith took in everything while Phoebe and her mom talked. She’s so happy here, he noticed in surprise. The few times he had seen her, she seemed happy, but not like this. What is it about Phoebe that makes us all wonder about her? Nobody really knows anything about her. He paused, and then shook his head. Not even Becca.
“Keith?” Phoebe asked, snapping him out of his short thought stream. “You want to just have a cup of tea and watch a movie or something?”
He cocked his head to the side. “Uh, sure,” he said. Then he smiled.
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Post by celticbear on Nov 12, 2012 1:58:58 GMT -5
Awe! Keith has found a new kid sister to torment! And what is so funny is that Phoebe dishes it right back at him, just like Rebecca would. And I agree either give Keith a new hobby or find that Irishman a good looking brunette to date!
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Post by meg_cahill21 on Nov 12, 2012 7:31:43 GMT -5
okay offensive much? half the time i comment on this is when i am IN school during class or something when we get a free moment. alright so detailed comments um...loved the analogies that were made between keith and phoebe and i think the way keith is sort of playing off of her is hilarious. i really hope that emmet and phoebe get together because keith plainly said it her nerdiness and his musical talents would make them like the perfect couple. this story is very well written and i love the character development that you got going...now, is this long enough? hope so....update soon!
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Post by HburgEagle44 on Nov 12, 2012 16:32:31 GMT -5
oh my gosh, it was a joke... I'm so sorry if I made you mad. I really didn't mean it it was just funny to me. And I understand that, I am often in a hurry when I comment, too... so... yeah, thanks for the long comment, but I don't need it. It just makes me laugh. I do it too.
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Post by meg_cahill21 on Nov 12, 2012 19:07:50 GMT -5
Burg...chillax i knew it was a joke that's why i made a stink about it...dont worry i was in no way offeneded so dont worry about it cuz no feelings of mine were hurt at all and i actually thought the whole thing was funny 2 (i laughed when i saw your comment). cant wait for your update!
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Post by HburgEagle44 on Nov 13, 2012 1:01:23 GMT -5
Oh, Meg, thank goodness... I'm kinda a sensitive person, so... yeah. Lol. Huge load off my mind! Hope you enjoy this update, y'all! :) Where do you think Emmet went? ;) ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “Okay,” Phoebe said. She put a kettle on and looked in their cupboard. “All we have right now is green tea and apple cinnamon.” She looked back at him and waited.
“Green tea,” Keith decided. “Please.”
“All right.” She chose green tea as well and put the box of tea back in the cupboard. Grabbing two mugs, she put the tea bags in them and went out to the living room. Keith followed like a sheep, wandering about the unfamiliar house.
“What do you want to watch?” Phoebe asked.
Keith shrugged. “Can we just talk?” he asked. “I know nothing about you.”
She paused and looked completely serious all of a sudden. “Most people know nothing about me.”
“That’s why you’d be such an awful match for Emmet,” Keith said.
“What?” Phoebe asked. That took a second to register. “What do you mean?”
“Well… he is just like that. Can you imagine, both of you kind of liking each other but not knowing why? You wouldn’t have any idea what you were really like, inside.” Keith paused. “I mean… it took him only a month or so to warm up to me, but I get the feeling that was rather fast for him. He’s a pretty reserved guy.”
“He is?” Phoebe asked, surprised. “I got the feeling that he was really open.”
“He was probably just being nice. He doesn’t like to seem shy.” Keith grinned. “He said that you seemed really open to him, too. But you aren’t, are you? You just wanted to be nice.”
Phoebe flushed. “Well, yes.”
“Have you ever thought about coming out of your shell? Are you naturally introverted? Did something happen to make you introverted? Come on, you can tell me anything. After all, you’re my sister’s best friend.” He grinned invitingly.
“You’re serious?” Phoebe asked.
“Okay, you want to play hard ball?” Keith thought for a moment. “Let’s start with one little question. I’ll ask you one and you’ll answer, and then we’ll switch. Okay?”
Phoebe nodded slowly, the hard light in her eyes never faltering.
“Why did you call your mum ‘Mom’?”
“I’m American,” Phoebe said simply. “I may have lived here for a while, but I am still American at heart.” She shut her eyes for a moment. “Why are you always so concerned about Rebecca?”
“Um… she’s my little sister. I just don’t want her to get hurt or make bad decisions with her life,” Keith said, shrugging. “Do you have siblings?”
Phoebe shook her head.
“So that’s why you wouldn’t understand. Okay. Do you—”
“You just asked me a question!” Phoebe exclaimed. “My turn.”
“I did not ask you a question,” Keith said indignantly.
“Yes, you asked if I have siblings.”
“That does not count!” Keith retorted.
Phoebe laughed. “Do you have a significant other?”
Keith sighed but allowed her to take her turn. “Well, yeah. If you count a guitar as a significant other, I guess I do.” His eyes crinkled. “Most people don’t count that, though. So. Do you ever cry in front of people?”
“Never.” Phoebe shook her head resolutely. “Unless you count my parents. But they’re not people. They’re family. They’re home. They’re…” She paused and thought. “Safe.”
Keith nodded. “I see what you mean. Totally.”
“So, Keith Harkin. Do you cry in front of people?”
“Not fair,” Keith muttered. “Re-using questions. Not fair. And no, I do not.”
“Not even in front of your family?” Phoebe probed.
“No. See, they would probably just… I don’t know. Stand there in shock. Even as a little kid, I never cried in front of them. So they wouldn’t know what to do. And since you asked me two questions…”
“No, no,” Phoebe insisted. “You just get one, since I volunteered information that I had to drag out of you. Well… not drag.”
“Okay.” Keith thought. “Why are you being so open with me? Aren’t you scared of me? I’m not family.”
“No, you’re not,” Phoebe admitted freely. “But you are lonely and bored. And you’re Rebecca’s brother.” She grinned. “I just thought of something good.”
“Oh, dear, what is it?” Keith asked. “Something clever?”
“Of course. What did you expect a girl who reads experimental physics to come up with? Something dumb?” Phoebe laughed at the idea. “No. Something marvelous. So you say that Rebecca is going to come with an intervention for me and Emmet, yeah?”
“Yeah…” Keith said slowly.
“Well. Before she can do that, let’s shock her once and for all!” Phoebe exclaimed.
“How?” Keith asked simply. “You can’t do much to shock Rebecca.”
“I thought of a great way. But I need your help.” Phoebe grinned. “What I say is, let’s pretend that you and I are dating, yeah?”
Understanding flashed over Keith’s face. “She will hate us.”
“She won’t have to know,” Phoebe said. “We won’t tell her, but when we see her, we can look guilty and jump and all that stuff.” She grinned. “And then one of us can crack and tell her that we’ve been dating for a while. And won’t she hate us! And I’ll say that’s why I just can’t go out with Emmet…” She looked pleased with herself.
“Why are you so against going out with Emmet? I mean, just for one date, or something.”
“We already did, didn’t we?” Phoebe asked. “We went to that piano shop a week or so ago. That’s what I consider a good date.”
Keith looked at her with shocked eyes. “But… that’s… so boring.”
“Is it?” Phoebe shut her eyes. “It was amazing. He played the piano and everyone was so happy, we had coffee, listened to wonderful music… We talked and laughed… I would consider that a date.” She opened her eyes and smiled. “Wouldn’t you?”
“No,” Keith said.
“You think I’m weird, don’t you?” Phoebe demanded. “That’s okay. Most people do. Oh, thanks, Mom.” She smiled at her mom, who had just brought in their tea.
“Honey, if people think you’re weird, just remember that you’ll be their boss someday,” Mrs. McCurdy said, smiling at her.
I bet she will, Keith thought in amusement. And it will be the most interesting work place ever. They’ll be required to listen to piano music and drink tea and talk about experimental physics and family. What kind of job would that be?
“Thanks, Mom,” Phoebe said softly. “I do try to remember.”
Mrs. McCurdy smiled and went back to the kitchen.
Phoebe turned to Keith. “So? What do you think of my plan? Please, do it. Please. I like Emmet, I do, but I just don’t want a boyfriend. I don’t want to go through… the trials and tribulations of having a boyfriend. Not right now.” She smiled hopefully.
Keith sighed and pretended to think long and hard. He didn’t speak for quite a few minutes, just taking a sip of tea now and then and then thinking again. “Well……. Okay.” He grinned. “Anything for you, sugar!”
Phoebe looked stunned. “Honestly, that’s kind of creepy.”
“Hey, you asked me out, remember?” Keith winked at her. “And I’m a natural dramatist. You’re stuck with me now, and I’m going to act my part for all it’s worth.”
“Have you ever wondered,” began Phoebe, but Keith raised his hand.
“First, I have a question. Do you have any special kind of name or anything that you would use for a boyfriend? Just in case. Rebecca, when she’s suspicious, can dig any kind of detail out of you.”
Phoebe waved her hand. “We can deal with that when enough time has gone by to spring the ‘truth’ on Rebecca. But seriously, though, have you ever wondered if Rebecca secretly likes Emmet?”
“Ohhhh,” Keith said, rolling his eyes. “She’s always liked him, and he her. But they would never go out. It’s one of those things, you know, where they like each other but it developed into a brother/sister like kinda thing. You know what I mean?”
“Sure,” Phoebe said. No. “So, they don’t like each other?”
“Well, they do,” Keith said. “But they value their friendship so much, and so they’re so much like brother and sister, that it would be weird for them to start going out. It just wouldn’t happen. It’d be like me and…” He paused. “Melanie, I guess, going out. You just don’t go out with your cousin. Or, I guess, like me and Becca. You see what I mean?”
“Yes,” Phoebe said. “I do know.” She paused. “I wish I had a brother.”
“Me, too,” Keith said softly.
Glancing at him discreetly, Phoebe wondered what was going on in his head. “Confession time!” she announced. “Come on, I spilled some of my secrets today. Your turn.”
He shrugged. “Doesn’t every guy wish he had a brother?”
“You have a sister,” Phoebe pointed out. “At least be grateful for that.”
“You know, it’s hard to grow up with just a sister, though. When Rebecca got to be about eleven or twelve, she started acting funny, and me, being the genius teenager I was, decided it would be fun to pick on her. I had no idea what was going on, and so I picked on her, yeah, like a good bully. I always wished I had had a brother instead. But can I tell you a secret?”
“Oh, I demand you do,” Phoebe replied.
“I’m glad I had a sister,” Keith said, smiling a little. “She’s the best. And that’s why I’m going through with this little plan you cooked up. She needs to be brought down a notch. Matchmaking all over the place like she does, I just need to see her matchmaking plans go to waste.”
Phoebe grinned. “All right. Well, let’s get back to the original purpose of the visit, shall we? What do you want to watch?”
“What do you mean?” Keith asked. “It’s more fun to talk.”
“Oh, come on,” Phoebe begged. “It’s what couples do. They sit and watch cute movies together. You’ll get to tell Rebecca that we watched a movie together. That’ll get the ball rolling.”
Keith grinned. “All right. Let’s go.”
Emmet frowned and texted Rebecca. “Do you know where your brother is?”
“No,” came the text back. “Y do u need him?”
“He won’t answer his door. Or his phone. I’ll try later. Thanks, Becca!” Emmet put down his phone and frowned at Keith’s door. He found the key where Keith usually put it and unlocked the door, walking right in. He looked around all of the rooms. Keith wasn’t there. He decided to give up. Keith would show when he wanted to.
He was just walking back to the door when he heard the key in the lock. “Oh, hey, Keith!” he exclaimed when Keith walked through the door. “Where have you been?”
“Hi,” Keith said, smiling.
Emmet was struck by how… happy he looked, yet the happiness seemed a little forced. “What’s up, mate?”
“Nothing, oh… nothing.” Keith nodded. “Just hanging out around town.” He held up the grocery bag in his hand. “I have some bananas for you. You’re right, they’re expensive.”
“You bought me some bananas?” Emmet exclaimed, reaching for the bag.
“Well, no, I bought them for me, but you can have some,” Keith said, relinquishing the bag to Emmet. “There’s also some beer, if you want some.”
Emmet wrinkled his nose. “No, thanks, I know your type of alcohol.” He reached in and grabbed a banana, handing the bag back to Keith. “Keith, why did you get green bananas?”
“Because they need to have time to ripen,” Keith said. “Duh. My mum always got green bananas.”
“Keith, you only get green bananas if you get yellow bananas as well,” Emmet laughed. “Then you can eat the yellow bananas while the green bananas ripen. Then, when you’re done with the yellow bananas, you’ll have more.”
“Oh.” Keith scratched his head. “Whatever. I can wait a couple of days for bananas.”
Emmet just laughed again and put the banana down on the counter behind him. “So, what have you been up to? I texted you and you didn’t reply. And you always reply.”
“Oh, just wandering,” Keith said vaguely. Act the part. Be the part. He remembered all those tips that he had learned in secondary school musical theater class. Grinning, he added, “And I turned off my phone. Weird, right?”
“Keith, you never wander,” Emmet said suspiciously. “What’s going on?”
Keith glanced around his apartment, looking for outside ears. Right. Because there are going to be people in here. Emmet rolled his eyes. “Just tell me.”
“How do you always know?” Keith asked dramatically. “Well, don’t tell Phoebe I’m telling you this, right?”
Emmet was stunned. “You’ve been talking to Phoebe?”
“I spent a lot of time with her today,” Keith explained. “And the thing is, she thinks you’re very nice and all, attractive, too, but she just doesn’t want a boyfriend right now. So we cooked up a scheme.”
“Oh, no, another scheme!” Emmet exclaimed. “Your family has too many schemes, Keith!”
Keith laughed. “Phoebe and I are going to pretend to go out so that Rebecca will leave her alone.”
“Oh.” Emmet was taken aback, thinking about Phoebe and Keith as a couple. “Do you realize what that will probably lead to?”
“What?” Keith asked.
“I know that when people pretend to be couples, they usually end up falling for each other,” Emmet said with a wicked gleam in his eye. “Wouldn’t that be cute? And then wouldn’t Rebecca just be livid!”
“Yeah, she’d hate it,” Keith said, nodding. “That’s why we’re keeping our odd relationship a secret for now. And then, we’ll spring it on her when Phoebe says. She just doesn’t want any odd matchmaking things happening.”
“Keith, I really don’t think that is a great idea…” Emmet cautiously said. “I mean, it was clever, but it’ll backfire on you, more likely than not.”
“Who cares?” Keith asked carelessly. “It’s just… fun stuff, I guess. To keep Phoebe from dating and to just pick on Rebecca.”
Emmet sighed. “Well, good luck.”
He looks far too upset about this, Keith thought, watching Emmet’s shoulders slump forward and his head droop slightly. “Emmet, mate, what’s wrong?”
“I just don’t think it’s fair,” Emmet said.
“What’s not fair?” Keith asked, surprised.
Emmet shook his head. “See you later, Keith. I have to go meet someone.”
“Who do you have to meet around here?” Keith asked. “Nobody. You’re just trying to get away, aren’t you? Come on, admit it.” He tried to sound wheedling, and was rewarded with a small smile from Emmet. “Come on. You’re just getting rid of me. How very, very rude of you. Your mum would not approve.”
“I really do have to go meet someone,” Emmet insisted. “I guess I’ll see you later.” He walked out the door before Keith could get another word in.
He got a text a few moments later. “Wat isnt fair?”
Emmet ignored it. Idiot. He just kept walking until he came to his car, got in, and drove without thinking. When he arrived at his destination, he got out and walked towards the house he parked in front of. He raised his hand to knock, then thought better of it and just opened the door. “Hello!” he shouted.
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