Fox Drove up to Greta's house, with a hand full of roses.
It was the day before the wedding.
He politely knocked on the door.
Greta opens the door; she's been expecting him. She smiles at Fox, taking the roses. "Good afternoon, dear. These are lovely; where ever did you find them?"
((Greta has an apartment, remember? I
might make a separate forum for RPs if we have too many here,
so if the thread moves, that's where it would be.))
Fox looked at her.
"I just wanted to see you before the wedding tomorrow, makind sure everthing is alright." He paused and took a piece of paper out of his pocket. "It will be held at my mansion on the beach."
He kisses her hand.
"Would you care to join me for a
"If you'd like," Greta says. "And if you can find someone to watch my son," she adds, sighing.
"Can I borrow your phone? I'm sure Alex won't mind at all."
Greta grimaces. "Are you sure Alex won't teach him bad habits? Denny's hard enough to handle the way things are now."
Fox smirks and smiles.
"No, I'll talk to Alex, to make sure he will behave himself, but he will probaly bring along Maeve which does concerns me, them two together is like a huricane." He chuckles. "May I use your phone?"
"Go ahead," Greta says hesitantly.
"That Alex of yours...does he have something wrong, too?
Upstairs?" she clarifies, tapping her head
Fox looks startled and anger by the comment,
"Well, he had a tough childhood on the streets, but let say why." He looks at her. "When I was married to Donna I had lots of kids, and I was in a wrong business, which I think is what went wrong." He paused as he lowered his voice. "I hosted a party, it was a family party, we had lots of those, but I left in the middle of it for business purposes, and when I returned..." He paused to look for a phone.
"It was burned down, everyone was burned, they say they were all stuck on the third and second floors...so I thought Alex was dead too, I didn't even know he was alive till just recently."
He picked up the phone.
"He told me he ran away from the fire and boared a ship as a stow away to america, where he lived on the streets awhile, when he was eleven he met friends who got him into music, after awhile he made enough money for a small apartment and he found a girlfriend."
He started dialing.
"Thats all that Alex had told me, but its all my fault, I should of knew those business were after the infomation I had at my libary on the first floor, I should of stopped it from happening.."
Fox heard Alex pick up the phone.
"Oh hi Alex, can you do your father
He paused with a sour look.
"No tell them to stop fighting over that...well can you..."
He looked angry.
"What in blazes is going on, did somthinig brake...what was it...."
He put a hand though his hair.
"Okay Alex, forget them, can you babysit please!"
Fox nodded his head.
"Okay good, you have the address on top of the counter that right under the phone, ...when? right now, okay bye."
He sighed and looked at Greta.
"Hes on his way."
Greta just stares at Fox. "How...how can you say that all so calmly? At least pretend to be a bit sorry for your family..."
They hear a crash, the noise of something glass breaking. Greta stomps off to the room the noise came from, still more than a little irritated. "Denny!"
A man around Libby's age, but much larger, smiles rather stupidly at his mother. "Sorry."
Fox goes after her to see what is going
He looks down, it did hurt, it hurt really bad to talk about it, but men hide there emotions alot better than women,he never figured out why,but he could.
"I'll clean it up."
Denny has broken a small plate painted
with tiny red flowers. It's in about a dozen pieces. When Greta
sees what it is, she boxes Denny's ears. "You worthless imbecile!
Mother brought that all the way from Germany!"
Bends down to pick it up.
"Actidents happens, atleast he isn't hurt."
Denny starts to cry, but Greta just cuffs him across the face. "I told him not to touch it!" she yells.
"I thought it was pretty,"
Fox looks at Denny.
"Do you think Flowers are pretty?"
He looks at greta crossly.
"Flow'rs are for girls!" Denny protests. "I just thought it was pretty because Mother liked it."
Greta storms out of the room, making
a noise not unlike a yell.
Fox scrachtes the back of his neck.
"Well Denny, you upseted her, but tell me, what do you like? since flowers are too girly for you?"
He was hoping alex would hurry up.
"Dogs," Denny says instantly.
"I don't like cats. But Mother won' let me have one."
Fox smiled as he heard a car pull up.
"Well I guess that will be Alex, would you like to go out to met him?"
"Who's Alex?" Denny asks. "A
The very very Stupid one.
Fox turned to Denny.
"No Alex is my son."
He walked to the door to met Alex.
"It took you long enoo...good heavens, what is that on your face?"
Alex had red libstick all over his face as shapes of "X" on each cheek.
"Well dad, Maeve got ahold of lipstick
and decided to use me as her canvas."
Denny laughs. "Clown!"
Greta just shakes her head. "Let's
go, Fox," she says quietly.
Fox takes Greta hand.
"Alex, we will be back tonight, take care!"
Alex stares at Denny.
Greta leans against Fox's shoulder. "He's
such a trial sometimes..."
Fox looks at Greta.
"No I think he is a blessing, he is so sweet, that Denny!"
YarnKittymon: MW: (Mrs. Williamson) ::almost sneers:: That's what everyone says, that he's a "blessing." To have a child that will never grow up, who will be dependent upon you until you die, and then will be dependent on someone else?
MadScientist373: FO: ::gowls:: I think your being selfish.
YarnKittymon: MW: ::not offended in the least:: Oh?
MadScientist373: FO: Oh never mind, just get in the car.
YarnKittymon: MW: ::does so:: You don't need to look down on me, Fox.
MadScientist373: FO: Please don't give me that right now, I have enough to worry about, then you belly aching over that sweet boy, and I'll be happy to take care of him!
YarnKittymon: MW: ::stays silent; finally, sounding vaguely like she means it:: I'm sorry, Fox. MadScientist373: FO: ::drives off to a seaside resturant and doesn't say a word::
YarnKittymon: MW: You seem to love the ocean.
MadScientist373: FO: yes I do.
YarnKittymon: MW: Well, I always did like a holiday to the seaside...Coney Island used to be so much nicer...
MadScientist373: FO: I used to race horses, I do sometimes with Alan McHenry.
YarnKittymon: MW: Y--es, the McHenrys...
MadScientist373: FO: you know them then?
YarnKittymon: MW: I know all the elites of New York state.
MadScientist373: FO: did you even know me?
YarnKittymon: MW: Not particularly; you were in Europe, right?
MadScientist373: FO: yes I was. I just moved over here.
YarnKittymon: MW: As you know, my station in life changed considerably before you arrived.
MadScientist373: FO: Oh you used to be a gold digger?
YarnKittymon: MW: ::blushes:: Of course not! Fox!
MadScientist373: FO: Oh sorry just thought you were, so what was you?
YarnKittymon: MW: A woman who chose poorly.
MadScientist373: FO: That happens even to the wisest of us.
YarnKittymon: MW: My family were independently wealthy; I had no need to marry for money, Fox.
MadScientist373: FO: I see, you married for love?
YarnKittymon: MW: You could call it that. How about you?
MadScientist373: FO: True love was mine...
YarnKittymon: MW: That's lovely.
MadScientist373: FO: You? did you love your husband?
YarnKittymon: MW: Once, but that was a long time ago. We separated while Libby was still a child.
MadScientist373: FO: oh you divorced him! I thought he died!
YarnKittymon: MW: ::turns bright red:: I would never divorce! We took a vow before God!
MadScientist373: FO: so your married to him still?
YarnKittymon: MW: Of course not! He died in the war.
MadScientist373: FO: oh how horrible! sorry about that....
YarnKittymon: MW: It's wrong to speak ill of the dead, so I shan't tell any stories.
MadScientist373: FO: Theres nothing wrong I can say about Donna.
YarnKittymon: MW: I'm sure she was a good woman.
MadScientist373: FO: Very.
YarnKittymon: MW: Well, shall we go in?
MadScientist373: FO: yes we shall. ::takes her arm:: sorry to keep you waiting.
YarnKittymon: MW: ::leans against Fox:: No bother at all.
MadScientist373: FO: Does my son bother you?
YarnKittymon: MW: ::after a pause:: No.
MadScientist373: FO: Good, cause if he did, i could not marry you.
YarnKittymon: MW: ::nods:: I suppose he's no worse than my daughter.
MadScientist373: FO: ::they are seated outside with a table that has a unbrella ontop:: Mmmm what shall I have...
YarnKittymon: MW: ::looks at the menu for a moment, then sets it down:: You might as well order for me.
MadScientist373: FO: accourse! ::orders a chicken salad::
YarnKittymon: MW: ::nods silently::
MadScientist373: FO: Do you really love me? I mean its okay if you don't, but its only my money right?
YarnKittymon: MW: ::turns red:: Don't be silly, Fox...
MadScientist373: FO: Its okay, I won't leave you, I just want to know..
YarnKittymon: MW: ::looks down, silently::
MadScientist373: FO::holds her chin up and kisses her:: I told you I won't leave!
YarnKittymon: MW: ::kisses back, silently::
MadScientist373: FO: Now...I think are diner is here.
YarnKittymon: MW: That was fast.
Fox looked at the salad.
"Indeed it was fast, and it looks very delisious!"
Greta puts her napkin in her lap and
starts eating, silently, taking very small bites.
he takes a sip of his drink then looks at the ocean.
"Probably destroying what's left of my possessions," Greta says soberly.
Back at the apartment, Denny cheerfully
announces, "You're funny-looking."
Fox looked at her and smiles.
"I'll buy you some new one, even better than the old!"
He kisses her hand.
"After all you will be my wife."
Greta nods, still not cheered. "Perhaps
you're right...perhaps it is best to just forget my old life altogether..."
She squeezes Fox's hand. "Things will be so much better after
"Yes forget about your old life, lets starts a new! Just you and me, and alex, maeve and aldez and oh yeah Denny! I'm so excited about my new life!"
"A big happy family," Greta
says softly, not sounding particularly cheerful. "I suppose
it won't be so much of a change for you..."
"No I'm used to a big family, its just been years since i had one."
He finish off his salad.
"I guess now we can go to our movie?"
"Yes," Greta says, carefully
wiping her mouth with her napkin. She stands, but suddenly stops,
holding herself over the table, looking down at it blankly.
Fox stands up looking at her worriely.
"Are you okay?!"
He puts his hand under her arms.
Greta feels pretty warm.
"Just a little dizzy spell,"
Greta says quietly. "Once we're sat down at the movie, I'll
Fox nods, helping her to the car and
paying the bill.
"It will only take a few minuates to get to the movie since where pretty close."
He drives off.
Greta rests her head against the cool
metal and glass inside the car, silently, her eyes closed.
Fox starts to whisle a hynm as he drove into the parking lot.
"hey, Miss Greta where here, do
you want to sit a minute?"
Greta looks back at Fox, half-smiling.
She sits up, slowly. "No. I'm just old. Don't call me 'miss,'
please." She pauses, then chuckles. "Even if this is
the last chance you'll have to call me that, and have it be remotely
He smirks and jerks his head up in almost
"well how about Mrs. Indigo?" He graps her hand and kisses it.
"A woman could be called worse,"
Greta says quietly, though she seems to be in slightly better
spirits. "Let's go inside."
Fox takes her inside to see the movie.
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