Post by josefine on Sept 25, 2006 8:44:51 GMT 10
Trying yet again something different! Haha I?m already thinking about the sequel ;D
This story is about 30 years back in time, but the characters, Luka-Abby, has the same personalities, as they have as adults.
I?m not trying to take that away !! This is just a story about two younger versions of our favorite couple.
History:
Croatia is glowing, this is story takes place long before the war, and everybody were a little more well off, that aslo include the Kovac?s. The dialog between the Kovac family is off course in croatian, I don?t know any croatian, and you guys woudn?t understand it then anyway, soo..
Luka is 18 and attending collage and in this story he has both a father, a mother and two brothers. Joseph, Vera and Luka can speak good english, the two younger ones gets by.
Abby is 15, travelling from town to town with her bipolar mother and younger brother.
***
It was getting very late in the afternoon and the Kovac kids were getting antsy. They had been in the hot, sticky car sitting side by side to each other for three hours and they were more than ready to go back to the beachhouse. They had seen enough of Milwaukee for one day.
"Stay on your side, twerp!? Ivica yelled to Borna. His little brother's arm had strayed near Ivica's portion of the backseat.
"I am! You stay on your side!" Borna yelled back foolishly to his much bigger and stronger brother.
Ivica responded by shoving Borna and consequently his oldest brother ?Luka? as well. Luka glared angry with his younger brothers and sighed. He couldn't believe he was on yet another family vacation with both brothers. He was in college, for God's sake. But his father had insisted that he come along, saying he was still a part of the family.
God, he hated small cars. Why couldn't their parents have rented a van instead? Three boys could not fit in the backseat no matter how small his younger brothers were. There was no
leg room, no breathing room, no nothing. And despite the windows being open, the feel of sweaty, sticky arms and legs cramped together was grossing everyone out.
"Mom, when are we getting back to the house?" Borna whined petulantly as he was bouncing up and down.
Ivica protested very loudly at the harsh pushing. He felt like a ping-pong. Why was he always stuck sitting in the middle, he thought grumpily. Just because Luka was the oldest, he got to rule, including who was untitled the enviable window
seat.
Ivica surrendered the shoving game by letting Borna yet again rest on his side. Poor Ivica. Always getting pushed around by Borna.
"If you kids don't keep quiet and leave your mother alone..." warned their father, who was in the driver's seat. He didn't need to finish the sentence. The children silenced right away. The sternness in their father's voice was enough to keep them quiet.
He sighed and looked to his wife and smiled, taking her hand into his while keeping the other on the wheel. They were both tired.
They had foolishly thought that a picnic dinner and a drive around the town would be relaxing. Unfortunately, they forgot to account that they had three stubborn children cooped up in a very limited space. Putting them all in one car for more than an hour was just begging for trouble.
Joseph Kovac looked out to the beach as he drove and relaxed for a moment, reveling in the few seconds of quiet that had fallen in the car. In a minute or two, the children would forget his warning and go back to their bickering. He had to relish the precious seconds of sanity that he had won. The view was beautiful. He was glad that Vera had suggested going to Milwaukee for this year's vacation. She had been a foreign exchange student at the state university of Milwaukee in her younger teens, and she always kept talking about going back someday to visit old friends.
Vera had a friend who had offered her summer house for them to use, which sounded wonderful to Joseph. He preferred staying in a house than some cramped motel room. And the houses closest to the sea were very popular, so he had nothing to complain
about.
Joseph glanced up at his rearview mirror to check on his three sons. They had been unusually quiet for five minutes now. Joseph allowed himself to enjoy the peace, contented to the fact that all his loved ones were in the car with him, safe, protected, and happy. This was his favourite moment during the annual Kovac family vacations, it made the rest of the noisy, bickering time almost worth it. Almost.
Ivica and Borna were playing a silent game of tic tac toe, both very engrossed and very intent on beating the other. Luka his oldest son had been virtually silent during the entire car ride.
"Luka?" Joseph asked with concern in his voice.
Luka looked up in surprise, as if startled out of a long daydream, "Yes, tata?"
"Are you all right?" He asked. "Are you feeling carsick or something? We'll be at the house in five minutes."
Luka smiled and shook his head. "I'm fine..just fine."
Joseph smiled back at his Luka, who, although he would never
admit this to anyone, even himself, was his favourite. Although he loved all his children dearly, he had always had a special affection for his first child. Since the day he was born they shared a very special bond.
Luka went back to looking out the window. His two brothers might annoy him, but he didn?t regret coming along, he loved the sea and he liked America a lot. When Luka had first heard that they were going to Milwaukee for vacation, he had howled in protest manly because he would have to spend time away from all his buddies at the university. What the hell is there to do in Milwaukee?
But that's the point, Luka finally realized. There was nothing really to do there per se, except relax, think, and recollect. It was
nice. At eighteen years old, at an age where all teenagers craved excitement and action all the time, Luka began to prefer the
occasional quiet time. Sometimes he felt like an old man that way, like God was prematurely aging his spirit, but he liked it. And there was something very mysterious and alluring about this town and these beaches, he knew this the instant he had gotten out of the car and laid eyes on the magnificent beach.
He was determined to discover what was so special about this place. He had some strange feeling that there was something here for him to find?
***
wonder what that might be
This story is about 30 years back in time, but the characters, Luka-Abby, has the same personalities, as they have as adults.
I?m not trying to take that away !! This is just a story about two younger versions of our favorite couple.
History:
Croatia is glowing, this is story takes place long before the war, and everybody were a little more well off, that aslo include the Kovac?s. The dialog between the Kovac family is off course in croatian, I don?t know any croatian, and you guys woudn?t understand it then anyway, soo..
Luka is 18 and attending collage and in this story he has both a father, a mother and two brothers. Joseph, Vera and Luka can speak good english, the two younger ones gets by.
Abby is 15, travelling from town to town with her bipolar mother and younger brother.
***
It was getting very late in the afternoon and the Kovac kids were getting antsy. They had been in the hot, sticky car sitting side by side to each other for three hours and they were more than ready to go back to the beachhouse. They had seen enough of Milwaukee for one day.
"Stay on your side, twerp!? Ivica yelled to Borna. His little brother's arm had strayed near Ivica's portion of the backseat.
"I am! You stay on your side!" Borna yelled back foolishly to his much bigger and stronger brother.
Ivica responded by shoving Borna and consequently his oldest brother ?Luka? as well. Luka glared angry with his younger brothers and sighed. He couldn't believe he was on yet another family vacation with both brothers. He was in college, for God's sake. But his father had insisted that he come along, saying he was still a part of the family.
God, he hated small cars. Why couldn't their parents have rented a van instead? Three boys could not fit in the backseat no matter how small his younger brothers were. There was no
leg room, no breathing room, no nothing. And despite the windows being open, the feel of sweaty, sticky arms and legs cramped together was grossing everyone out.
"Mom, when are we getting back to the house?" Borna whined petulantly as he was bouncing up and down.
Ivica protested very loudly at the harsh pushing. He felt like a ping-pong. Why was he always stuck sitting in the middle, he thought grumpily. Just because Luka was the oldest, he got to rule, including who was untitled the enviable window
seat.
Ivica surrendered the shoving game by letting Borna yet again rest on his side. Poor Ivica. Always getting pushed around by Borna.
"If you kids don't keep quiet and leave your mother alone..." warned their father, who was in the driver's seat. He didn't need to finish the sentence. The children silenced right away. The sternness in their father's voice was enough to keep them quiet.
He sighed and looked to his wife and smiled, taking her hand into his while keeping the other on the wheel. They were both tired.
They had foolishly thought that a picnic dinner and a drive around the town would be relaxing. Unfortunately, they forgot to account that they had three stubborn children cooped up in a very limited space. Putting them all in one car for more than an hour was just begging for trouble.
Joseph Kovac looked out to the beach as he drove and relaxed for a moment, reveling in the few seconds of quiet that had fallen in the car. In a minute or two, the children would forget his warning and go back to their bickering. He had to relish the precious seconds of sanity that he had won. The view was beautiful. He was glad that Vera had suggested going to Milwaukee for this year's vacation. She had been a foreign exchange student at the state university of Milwaukee in her younger teens, and she always kept talking about going back someday to visit old friends.
Vera had a friend who had offered her summer house for them to use, which sounded wonderful to Joseph. He preferred staying in a house than some cramped motel room. And the houses closest to the sea were very popular, so he had nothing to complain
about.
Joseph glanced up at his rearview mirror to check on his three sons. They had been unusually quiet for five minutes now. Joseph allowed himself to enjoy the peace, contented to the fact that all his loved ones were in the car with him, safe, protected, and happy. This was his favourite moment during the annual Kovac family vacations, it made the rest of the noisy, bickering time almost worth it. Almost.
Ivica and Borna were playing a silent game of tic tac toe, both very engrossed and very intent on beating the other. Luka his oldest son had been virtually silent during the entire car ride.
"Luka?" Joseph asked with concern in his voice.
Luka looked up in surprise, as if startled out of a long daydream, "Yes, tata?"
"Are you all right?" He asked. "Are you feeling carsick or something? We'll be at the house in five minutes."
Luka smiled and shook his head. "I'm fine..just fine."
Joseph smiled back at his Luka, who, although he would never
admit this to anyone, even himself, was his favourite. Although he loved all his children dearly, he had always had a special affection for his first child. Since the day he was born they shared a very special bond.
Luka went back to looking out the window. His two brothers might annoy him, but he didn?t regret coming along, he loved the sea and he liked America a lot. When Luka had first heard that they were going to Milwaukee for vacation, he had howled in protest manly because he would have to spend time away from all his buddies at the university. What the hell is there to do in Milwaukee?
But that's the point, Luka finally realized. There was nothing really to do there per se, except relax, think, and recollect. It was
nice. At eighteen years old, at an age where all teenagers craved excitement and action all the time, Luka began to prefer the
occasional quiet time. Sometimes he felt like an old man that way, like God was prematurely aging his spirit, but he liked it. And there was something very mysterious and alluring about this town and these beaches, he knew this the instant he had gotten out of the car and laid eyes on the magnificent beach.
He was determined to discover what was so special about this place. He had some strange feeling that there was something here for him to find?
***
wonder what that might be