: Double E :
Posted: 28 Mar 2016, 11:46
<Enver> A young brown haired boy hides behind his mother’s leg as he looks past that leg to look at the tiny person in a car seat. His mother is rambling on about how adorable she is, asking how everything went and were the staff good to them at the hospital. Enver doesn’t say anything, he knows better than to interrupt the adults talking. He’s been scolded for it at least half a dozen times already. There’s a pause in the dialogue and he finally scoots around his mother’s legs and peers down in the carseat and then pokes at her on the side of her arm.
“Enver Marshall!” His mother’s sharp quip has his hand reeling away from the little baby, and going to the side of his mother’s leg. The adults go back to talking, and finally when there is more silence, Enver finally chimes in. “What’s it’s name?”
“Enver!” His mother is already frustrated with him. Even at eight, Enver knows what that tone means and so he shirks back again. “It, is not an it, but a little baby girl.” His mother informed him, stern gaze on the boy at her side. “Fiiiine. Gosh. What is her name?” Enver was close to getting a stern lecturing, he knows, but he can’t stop the attitude from coming out.
His aunt bends down and places a hand on his shoulder and looks him in the eyes. “Her name is Every, Enver. Do you like it?” Enver shrugs. It’s just a name. What did it matter if he liked it? “I guess. Hey! It has the same letter as my name. In the beginning.” Enver pointed out while the adults laughed at him.
Christmas: 1993
“I hope I get a Beyblade set for Christmas. It’s all I really want.” Enver told a girl who was about the age of four. “But I bet I won’t.” He complained with a moan. No, Enver got practical things and things that would assure him success to follow after his old man when he got to take over his company. “You probably don’t even know what that is.” Enver settled deeper into the couch as he crossed both arms across his chest, staring at the very large and very grand Christmas tree in the gathering room of his parent’s estate.
<Every> Her older brother had gone off somewhere with their dad, leaving Every with the cousin that seemed to talk a lot. Hazel eyes blinked at him owlishly, trying to figure out what that was that he was going on about. “I don’t.” Hopping off the seat that her dad had set her in, Every bounced over to her older cousin and climbed up onto the couch beside him. “What’s a bey...blade?” She asked. “Daddy said that you’ll like your present.” Unable to sit still, the little girl blinked and then looked back to the chair as someone were talking to her. She frowned, “Topsy! You were supposed to come on.”
On the chair, a toy bunny rabbit stared in their direction, unmoving before she scooted off the couch and ran back over to get the toy. In the distance, she heard her mother call out, “Every Alexis, stop running!” with a laugh escaping a moment later. “Yes mommy!” She called back. Once ‘Topsy’ was securely grabbed, she hurried back to her cousin. “Enver! Say hi to Topsy! He likes to color with me, and and, pick flowers, and blow bubbles!” She giggled.
For the occasion, she had been dressed in a simple green dress that made her eyes look brighter, her hair swept back into a braid making her ears look bigger. “Do you wanna color, Enver? I really like coloring. Mommy says I’m good at it, Mikey makes fun of me. His friend Silas is a meanie, too. You’re not a meanie though.”
<Enver>The now twelve year old boy listened to his cousin prattle on, used to her sharing everything she felt or thought about everything. His mom said he was like that too when he was Every’s age. “He looks like a Floppy to me.” Enver said before waving to the thing, just to keep Every happy. The sooner her did what she wanted him to do, the sooner they could talk about something else.
Enver snorted at her not knowing what a Beyblade was. “It’s...well.” He took a deep breath in so he can begin explaining everything he knew about it in one entire breath. “It’s this game that you can fight with! It’s from some cartoon or something I’m not allowed to watch, but all the other kids at school want it too and it sounds super cool! Anyways, you shoot these things out from your side or the other side, which is your opponent and then they meet in the middle and fight it out! That’s what I want!”
“Enver Marshall!” His mother’s sharp quip has his hand reeling away from the little baby, and going to the side of his mother’s leg. The adults go back to talking, and finally when there is more silence, Enver finally chimes in. “What’s it’s name?”
“Enver!” His mother is already frustrated with him. Even at eight, Enver knows what that tone means and so he shirks back again. “It, is not an it, but a little baby girl.” His mother informed him, stern gaze on the boy at her side. “Fiiiine. Gosh. What is her name?” Enver was close to getting a stern lecturing, he knows, but he can’t stop the attitude from coming out.
His aunt bends down and places a hand on his shoulder and looks him in the eyes. “Her name is Every, Enver. Do you like it?” Enver shrugs. It’s just a name. What did it matter if he liked it? “I guess. Hey! It has the same letter as my name. In the beginning.” Enver pointed out while the adults laughed at him.
Christmas: 1993
“I hope I get a Beyblade set for Christmas. It’s all I really want.” Enver told a girl who was about the age of four. “But I bet I won’t.” He complained with a moan. No, Enver got practical things and things that would assure him success to follow after his old man when he got to take over his company. “You probably don’t even know what that is.” Enver settled deeper into the couch as he crossed both arms across his chest, staring at the very large and very grand Christmas tree in the gathering room of his parent’s estate.
<Every> Her older brother had gone off somewhere with their dad, leaving Every with the cousin that seemed to talk a lot. Hazel eyes blinked at him owlishly, trying to figure out what that was that he was going on about. “I don’t.” Hopping off the seat that her dad had set her in, Every bounced over to her older cousin and climbed up onto the couch beside him. “What’s a bey...blade?” She asked. “Daddy said that you’ll like your present.” Unable to sit still, the little girl blinked and then looked back to the chair as someone were talking to her. She frowned, “Topsy! You were supposed to come on.”
On the chair, a toy bunny rabbit stared in their direction, unmoving before she scooted off the couch and ran back over to get the toy. In the distance, she heard her mother call out, “Every Alexis, stop running!” with a laugh escaping a moment later. “Yes mommy!” She called back. Once ‘Topsy’ was securely grabbed, she hurried back to her cousin. “Enver! Say hi to Topsy! He likes to color with me, and and, pick flowers, and blow bubbles!” She giggled.
For the occasion, she had been dressed in a simple green dress that made her eyes look brighter, her hair swept back into a braid making her ears look bigger. “Do you wanna color, Enver? I really like coloring. Mommy says I’m good at it, Mikey makes fun of me. His friend Silas is a meanie, too. You’re not a meanie though.”
<Enver>The now twelve year old boy listened to his cousin prattle on, used to her sharing everything she felt or thought about everything. His mom said he was like that too when he was Every’s age. “He looks like a Floppy to me.” Enver said before waving to the thing, just to keep Every happy. The sooner her did what she wanted him to do, the sooner they could talk about something else.
Enver snorted at her not knowing what a Beyblade was. “It’s...well.” He took a deep breath in so he can begin explaining everything he knew about it in one entire breath. “It’s this game that you can fight with! It’s from some cartoon or something I’m not allowed to watch, but all the other kids at school want it too and it sounds super cool! Anyways, you shoot these things out from your side or the other side, which is your opponent and then they meet in the middle and fight it out! That’s what I want!”