A Horribly Written Deleted Scene from "Lake Epiphany"
'Lo and behold universe! It is fanfiction!
Okay, so this just a little scene originally inspired by Paramore's "Fences", that was to show Alexis' ability to compromise which is kinda alluding to another event to appear later (and because I wanted to use the phrase "Lexiland"!). Oh and to explain the almost unexplainable, Grease style, pop-up event to happen. That plot line has been abandoned partially but this remains!
Enjoy.
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Meanwhile, earlier in Lexiland....
Alexis was perfectly content with starting her first summer morning with a good book and a view of the morning sunrise from the cabin porch.
Her dad and Mr. Truesdale were also up quite early. The two men were faced with the challenge of painting the quaint little old picket face that separated the two family yards. Both were ordered by their wives to have the task completed in time so the paint could be dry in time for the newly reinstated tradition of hosting a housewarming bonfire party for all of Lake Epiphany to attend.
However there was quite the dilemma.
“Look, Jeff...” Mr. Rhodes said, “my wife will kill me when she realizes we didn't use the 'eggshell white' paint on the entire fence. So we'll just use this 'eggshell white' paint thing and it'll be just fi-”
“Sorry, Hugh but likewise, my wife will murder me when she realizes we didn't use beige paint,” Mr. Truesdale responded.
“What's the difference? Will they notice?”
“Hey, you know Rose and Anne,” Mr. Truesdale said, shaking his head. “They'll figure it out the second they see it.”
“We could paint both sides differently,” Mr. R reasoned.
“No good, they'll both just get half as mad, which still isn't good and well.”
“I say “eggshell white” then.”
“Beige.”
“Eggshell.”
“Beige.”
“Eggshell!” Mr. Rhodes almost yelled.
“Beige!” Mr. Truesdale insisted.
Alexis chuckled to herself. This conversation wouldn't be out of place between Chazz and Jaden. The two were always bickering and disagreeing about something. Her dad and Mr. Truesdale usually got on pretty well though. Always the rationalist she walked over to the old rickety fence and give it a little kick. Its old wood swung a bit and creaked, like she suspected it would.
“Dad, Mr. T!” she called out. “You could just take down the fence. It's all decrepit and rotting anyway. Besides we don't need a fence for our yards. We've been neighbors and friends since forever, sharing the yard won't kill us.”
The two thought for a second. And then Mr. Rhodes and Mr. Truesdale both said “Agreed,” at the same time. They then preceded to happily tear the little devil fence that was causing them turmoil, board by board.