Marriage
Daze
Chapter
10: The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air
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Notes: From Cecilia’s point of view.
Ms. Adams told them all to take their projects more seriously. She must’ve heard about the First Line’s fallouts. After sending the couples out on different assignments, she called Cecilia and Charlie over.
“How’s the project going?” she asked.
“Peachy,” Charlie answered. “I’m not thinking of killing my wife every two seconds anymore.”
“I never told you what you work with,” Ms. Adams continued, disregarding Charlie’s comment. “Cecilia, you’re a successful surgeon. Charlie, your a stock-broker.”
Charlie laughed. “You’re making her a doctor? She can’t stand the sight of blood.”
“I can too!” Cecilia exclaimed, annoyed at him for telling Ms. Adams that.
“You fainted in the beginning of the year when you got a cut above your eye.”
“I did not ‘faint’, I passed out because it hurt like hell!”
“You fainted because you couldn’t stand the blood pouring.”
Ms. Adams cleared her throat. “Your marriage-trouble has improved, I see. I suggest that you two attend each other’s work, when you’re out on the field doing your working experience.”
Cecilia bit her lip. Okay, so she hated the sight of blood, but she didn’t want to admit that to Charlie, even if he already knew that. “I’m working on a hospital?”
“You’re spending a day at the emergency room at one of the hospitals. I don’t know which one yet, but I’ll be notified today. Charlie, you’re going there too.”
“The others don’t have to accompany their partner!” Charlie whined. “Why do I have to? I heard Averman gets to do his working experience at Burger King. Why can’t I do that?”
“You think we got to be millionaires by you flipping burgers?” Cecilia pointed out.
Ms. Adams gave them a tired look. “What I suggest you do now, while waiting for me to tell you what day you’re attending your job, is to search for a house.”
“A real house?” Charlie asked.
“No, a shoe to live in,” Cecilia replied.
Charlie shoved her towards the door. “Okay, let’s find a house to freakin’ live in. I can’t wait.”
Cecilia followed him out. Ms. Adams was deliberate changing their assignments. She hadn’t said anything about finding a house in the beginning. This was just mean.
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“We have to live somewhere fancy,” Cecilia pointed out.
“How ‘bout Beverly Hills? That fancy ‘nough for ya?”
“I don’t want little CeeCee to have to attend that ‘90210’ school,” she objected.
“’CeeCee’?”
“Yeah, it’s both our names, right? C as in Charlie. C as in Cecilia. I thought of it yesterday when I was watching ‘Back to the Future’.”
Charlie sighed. Cecilia smiled at him. She knew that her watching ‘Back to the Future’ had nothing to do with the invention of ‘CeeCee’, but she just loved teasing him. To make him confused was the funniest thing you could do.
“Our egg is not going to be called something as stupid as CeeCee. It’s already smashed anyway.”
Cecilia went through her bag. “I bought a new baby yesterday.” Charlie gazed at her. “Okay, I stole it from the Rainbow Café, but I think we should have a ‘yeay me’ moment anyway.”
“Don’t call it yeay. It’s pronounced ‘yay’. Don’t be so Swedish.”
“Well, yay, then.” She gave him the egg and he took it, putting it into his own bag. “Here you go, a brand new un-born baby. I promise not to eat this one.”
Charlie buried his face in his hands when people around them turned to look at them after her comment. “Can’t you be quiet, please? You’re too loud!”
“You’re loud too! Where’re we going now?”
She tried to read the sign on the board above them. They were at the bus-station, trying to decide in which district they should live. They’d narrowed it down to Beverly Hills, Malibu or Hollywood Hills. Charlie shrugged.
“What about if you and the egg live in Wyoming and I live here?” he suggested.
“Nah, I rather live in Wyoming without the egg. You know, so I won’t be temped to eat it again.”
Charlie grabbed her sleeve and dragged her along up to the ticket-salesman. “Let’s flip a coin,” Charlie said. “If it’s head, we look at houses in Beverly Hills, if it’s tail we go to Hollywood.”
“What about Malibu?” Cecilia asked.
“I don’t want to go all the way to Malibu.”
“Fine, flip the stupid coin.”
Charlie searched through his pockets. Then he looked at her. “Have a coin?”
“No, I thought you had one!”
“I must’ve used it to get us here.”
“How are we supposed to pay for bus-tickets without money?” she asked.
Charlie rolled his eyes again. “I have to sell you and the baby.” He nodded at the man in the ticket-booth. “Wanna buy a perfectly un-used egg?”
Cecilia walked over to one of the benches and sat down. Charlie followed her. “You’re giving up?” he smiled.
“You’re embarrassing,” she told him.
“I’m the embarrassing?” he asked. Cecilia nodded. “Thank God! I’ve been waiting for making a fool out of you since I first met you!”
Cecilia sighed. “Can we stop with the arguing for a while? We still don’t know how to get home.”
“We can walk.”
“I’m too tired to walk.” Cecilia held her arms out in front of her. “Carry me.”
“Dream on,” he muttered.
Suddenly she recognized someone at the paper-stand. “Look!” she exclaimed. “It’s Jesse! Ask him for money!”
“Yes, because that’s what my friends are for.”
“Just do it.”
“Do it yourself!”
“He’s your friend. You wanna stay here with me for the rest of the day?”
“I’ll ask him,” Charlie caved in. Cecilia followed him over to the unaware Jesse.
“Hey, what are you two doing here?” Jesse asked when they got up to him.
“Being happily married,” Charlie explained. “You don’t happen to have ten dollars to borrow me?”
“Sure. You’re broke?” Jesse smiled.
“Cee used it to buy a stupid egg.”
“Hey! I got that egg yesterday, and I got it fair and square. By stealing.”
Jesse shrugged and gave Charlie the money. “As long as you don’t use it to kill her.”
“You mean like choking her with it?”
“Or something,” Jesse grinned. “Where are you going anyway?”
Cecilia put her hand out towards him. “If you have a coin to spare I’ll tell you.”
Jesse gave her a penny and waited while she threw it up in the air a couple of times. Charlie gave her an annoyed look, but she ignored it. “Are you gonna flip it today, or what?” he hissed after awhile. Cecilia tossed the coin and let Charlie catch it. He opened his hand slowly.
“What’s it gonna be? Beverly Hills or Hollywood?”
“90210,” Charlie answered. “Two out of three?”
“I have to go,” Jesse told them. “You two have fun with whatever it is you’re doing.”
“Where are you going?” Cecilia asked.
“Back to school. Melinda is at her job today, so I’m just chillin’.”
“Chill on, we have to go house-searching. Wanna join us?” Charlie asked.
“And hear you bitch all the way to Beverly Hills and back? I rather not,” Jesse sneered. “How fun now.”
“Where do you think we should live? Remember that we’re supposed to be rich,” Cecilia said.
“What about Bel-Air? Rich people live there, don’t they? It’s closer to school too.”
“Bel-Air?” Cecilia replied. “What’s in Bel-Air?”
“Houses,” Jesse told her.
“I’ve never been there,” Cecilia continued.
“Believe me, there are houses there,” Jesse smiled. “I’ve seen it close by.”
Cecilia and Charlie decided to go on the same bus as Jesse, since that bus apparently went by Bel-Air.
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