Beverly Hills: Season 5

Season 5, Episode 19: Into the Wishing Well

~~~(Angel by Theory of a Deadman)~~~
   Meg sits in her language arts class on Monday, trying her best to focus on the test on the book Brave New World in front of her on her desk. She taps the end of her pencil against the edge of her desk, She rakes her fingers through her red hair in nervousness. She doesn't know any of these answers. She tried her best studying last night but everything went in one ear and out the other. She's never been the best test taker but this one is kicking her ass royally. Maybe she should actually start reading and attempting to retain the information. Meg averts her eyes off her test and to the guy's next to her. His name is TJ something and he seems to be filling out the answers rather quickly. Meg bites her bottom lip, taking a peak off his paper after making sure that their teacher Mr. Hane isn't watching. She swallows, trying to memorize the answers to the first few questions. A, D, A, C, B, D. She scribbles them down as quickly as possible, keeping up this pace as she moves through the test with TJ.
   "Alright, I'll see you all tomorrow." Mr. Hane announces to them after the bell dismisses the class thirty minutes later.
   Meg gets up from her desk and turns her test in to make it look like she was working on it the whole period. TJ finished his in a while ago after Meg already recorded the answers down. She's cheated once or twice in the past. She picks up her bag and heads for the hallway when TJ appears next to her.
   "If you wanted the answers, you could've just asked." TJ grins before parting ways with Meg in the hallway.

   Elenor wakes up in the sand on the beach, bundled up in a blanket with Chase's arms around her. Her hair is scooped under a hat to keep any sand from getting in her hair. She can feel the itchy sand up the back of her shirt and she listens to the oceans crashing on the shore and the sound of Chase dreaming next to her. She knows that that running away from her house might've been a bit dramatic- even for Beverly Hills- but technically, she hasn't fully run away. She returns home for every now and then when her parents aren't there so that she and Chase can have a homemade dinner just about every day. It's only been a few days but she's already missing her bed like crazy. These are the times when she wishes her life wasn't such a mess. Isn't God watching her or something? Why isn't he making some magic happen?
   Elenor sits up in the sand, the fuzzy blanket tangled between her legs. She glances up at the attention wanting sun, squinting her eyes and then realizing Chase is waking up from next to her. Her chapped lips spread into a small smile. "Hi."
   "Hi." His voice is groggy and he stretches, blinking quickly as he stares at her. "How long have you been up?"
   "Not long." Elenor leans down to wake him up further with a kiss. She runs her hands up his shirt and doesn't stop kissing him before a thought comes into her head. "Hey, this is night number four that we haven't gotten in trouble for sleeping on the beach."
   "I think these blankets are helping." Chase laughs, gesturing to the camouflage blanket covering them both.
   Elenor laughs, kissing him again before rising to her feet. Being a renegade is a little blood rushing. She feels like some sort of badass moving from place to place with her guy. She often likes to picture them in an old book where their forbidden love drove them to leave her home and be together on the streets. It's quite romantic, in her opinion. "So, what do you want to do today, boyfriend?"
   "Let's go to the Walk of Fame and try and get money from those guys dressed up like superheroes and offering pictures." Chase bundles up their blankets as they start walking towards the exit of the beach together.
   Elenor laughs at the idea and then nods her head. "Sounds like a plan."
~~~(END SONG)~~~

   Inside the Evans' main kitchen, Israel is sitting in a chair at the long table, feeding spoonfuls of baby food to Iris, who is planted into a high chair. Rhyannon is slipping pictures into his portfolio at the kitchen island, humming to himself as he goes. Harrow is spreading butter onto toast at the counter in front of the toaster while Kai's fingers fly across his laptop keyboard from next to Rhyannon. Israel listens to Kai explain his epic showdown between him and Lindsey. He actually thinks it's quite humorous, especially the fact that Kai is saying he feels so powerful for doing what he did. But Israel does have to admit, it's a little badass to get an instructor fired from a college.
   "So since she's out, why not take over her class?" Harrow asks her brother.
   "Other than the fact I don't have my teaching degree?" Kai snickers at Harrow,  barely looking up from his computer screen. "Probably because I don't even want to be a teacher. I'll stick with journalism."
   "Rhy, you still haven't told me the details about your honeymoon." Harrow whines. Israel can't help but grin at her from across the room. She's so cute. Harrow has been bugging Rhyannon to tell her the details about his honeymoon in Alaska but Rhyannon has been weirdly quiet about his trip with Kent. Neither of them told anyone when they returned to Beverly Hills and every time someone would bring it up, the two of them would ignore the question completely.
   "Do you guys think this is good enough to put in?" Rhyannon holds up a black and white close up of Alice on the beach, her hair blowing in the wind.
   "No." Harrow barks loudly. "Now quit avoiding my question and tell me all about it. Where did you stay? How was the sex? Did it snow a lot?"
   "Why do you want to know so bad?" Rhyannon orders, sounding annoyed.
   "Izzy!" Mrs. Evans calls from the front living room after the door to the house closes. "Can you come here for a second?"
   "Your baby needs fed." Rhyannon tells Harrow as Israel gets up from his chair.
   "Was the sex THAT bad?" Harrow continues to push but Israel doesn't stick around to listen. He walks into the spacious white living room where Mrs. Evans is setting a few bags from stores off Rodeo Drive down on the glass coffee table.
   "Is there something I can help with?" Israel tries peaking into the bags, catching glimpses of clothes, purses, and jewelry boxes throughout all the bags. "Need advice on a dress or something?"
   "No, I want your opinion on something." Mrs. Evans wears a grin across her brown painted lips. Her collarbone look a lot more prominent as the square neckline to her yellow dress hangs just below it on her chest. She digs out her phone from her Kate Spade purse and then hands it to him, the screen already glowing to life as if she had it ready before he came into the room.
   Israel takes the phone into his hands and stares at the screen, trying to determine what Mrs. Evans is getting at. A huge diamond ring is displayed in front of his eyes. It seems to glimmer from every light ever, even through the phone screen. His eyes flicker back up to Mrs. Evans. "Um, what am I looking at?"
   "It's an engagement ring." Mrs. Evans states the obvious. "Pretty, isn't it?"
   Israel swallows hard, looking back down at the screen just to bring his eyes away from Mrs. Evans'. Why is she showing him an engagement ring? Is she telling him to propose? Of course she is. That's why she's showing him in the first place. She wouldn't just show her daughter's boyfriend a random engagement ring for nothing. "Yeah, pretty."
   "So when are you going to pop the question?" Mrs. Evans takes her phone back when Israel hands it to her. The hopeful sparkle in her eye is a little unsettling so Israel decides to look away without saying anything. "Did you hear me?"
   "Yeah, I heard you." Israel scratches the back of his head. He can't remember the last time he felt this uncomfortable. "Um, I'll get back to you on that."
   "Okay well let me know when we can pick out a day to go pick it up." Mrs. Evans drops her phone back into her purse, looking all excited. "I'll even pay for some of it if you can't cover."
   Israel gives Mrs. Evans a quick nod before backing out into the foyer. He turns his back away and slides behind the wall so he's out of view from everyone. He isn't ready to propose yet. He barely has his life together as it is and he's not even financially stable to support Harrow AND Iris at the same time. He's sure that Harrow's parents would do a lot for them but he doesn't want to depend on them. He wants to depend on himself when the time is ready. And he doesn't think now is that time.