Spencer Newton runs through the news studio, papers flying behind him, trying to reach the green screen for that morning's weather broadcast. He's almost there, when he trips over an unsecured camera wire and drops all his papers.
"No!" he yells, and scrambles to pick up the scattered pages.
"Oh, shoot!" Meredith, one of the camera crew rushes over to help him. "I am so, so, sorry! I thought I had all the wires secure, but I guess I didn't, I mean what if Georgia had tripped over this instead? That would've been bad." She handed him his papers. "Here's your papers, hopefully you read the weather reports right this time!"
He smiled at her. "Thanks, Meredith."
"Oh, hey, did you get Georgia's email? The one about the office party on Friday? I was wondering if you're going to go, because I was thinking about going, but I wasn't sure if I'd know anyone or if you were going to go and if you were, then I might go, but then again I might not..."
"Newton! Davidson!" the harsh voice of Norman Oliver interrupted her mid-sentence. "What are you doing just standing around, huh? Get to work, Davidson! And Newton, get your butt over to the green screen! You better have the right readings this time!"
"Oh, I do sir!" Spencer answered as he scurried to his place before the green screen. "I quadruple-checked these readings last night and this morning for ensured accuracy!"
He thumbed through his papers quickly while the camera crew set up and put his mic on. Setting his coffee on the desk, Spencer straightened his bow-tie - light blue today - and fixed his hair briefly.
Meredith gave him a thumbs up. "And we're on in five, four, three, two..."
Everything paused for Spencer as his eye caught on something across the room. Black heels clicking as long legs moved them across the floor. Loose, blonde curls lay on top of a tight-fitting red dress. Finally he looked at her face, with those two bright blue eyes gleaming in the studio lights. Georgia Baker. The best meteorologist in Channel 14 history, Georgia Baker waved at him as she sashayed across the floor. He grinned and went to wave back at her, but in the process knocked his steaming coffee over, which spilled all over his lap.
"One! We're live!" Meredith finished just as this catastrophe was happening.
The viewers of Channel 14 News were just in time to see nerdy Spencer Newton dump hot coffee all over himself and then look up and have to say the weather without a reaction. Many were amazed that he didn't even tear up, that coffee had looked pretty warm. But they were also surprised that he was reporting. Last time he reported, he'd foretold sunny skies and warm weather, only to be proven wrong by a humongous blizzard hitting the state from out of nowhere.
"And today there'll be mild rainfall in the southeast, with sporadic showers popping up in the rest of the state, along with cloudy skies. This week will be mainly downcast, with a pretty much constant drizzle going on," Spencer confidently relayed the week's weather, ignoring the burning feeling in his legs. What he failed to notice was the looks all his coworkers were uneasily giving each other, and the murmurs that popped up in the station.
He didn't think he could last much longer, when finally Meredith signaled that he had ten more seconds.
"So let's all keep our umbrellas with us this week!" he finished. He smiled until the camera's light flicked off, and then he jumped up and was swarmed by people with towels trying to help him clean up. At last, they finished the job, and he looked up triumphantly, for he was sure to be praised for such a great job despite having spilled coffee on himself. Everyone was staring at him.
Mr. Oliver cleared his throat. "Mr. Newton. I know you said that you checked the readings several times, but did you ever think to, erm, look outside? Because I think that the readings Ms. Baker has just shown me are much more accurate."
"What?" Spencer ran to the window, and was greeted with sunshine and a clear sky. "But, but, when I came to work, there were clouds, and I checked several times, and -"
"And you messed up again," Georgia said. "I don't know how you could have, I mean it was really obvious. Anyone who's actually studied meteorology would've known." She smiled sweetly at him, making his stomach do somersaults.
"I think, Mr. Newton, that maybe you should just stay in the back from now on," Mr. Oliver said.
Spencer stared at the sunshine. He was sure he'd read the reports right. There was no way he could be wrong again! How could this happen? Why was he always wrong? He gathered his things off the desk and dejectedly walked back to his desk, in order to check his readings again. This time, however, they said sunshine! What?
Meredith watched Spencer go to his desk. She felt really bad for him. He seemed to know his stuff, but for whatever reason his reports were always wrong and Georgia's were always right. She grabbed her screw driver from her belt and went to Georgia's desk, apparently the computer was broken. When she got to the desk, she saw Georgia's phone lying on the desk, illuminated by a text.
Now, Meredith Davidson is not a person who goes through other people's stuff. Or reads their email, or texts, or creepy stuff like that. But it's a bit hard to ignore when it just lights up in front of your face. Or when it says,
Today's weather: Blue skies and sunshine, just like you asked for. There'll be no rain until next week. The high and low today are 75 and 56 respectively, on account of slight wind chill.
I hope you've enjoyed Part 1 of the Weatherman, it should be updated once every one or two weeks.
-Owl ^OvO^
"Newton! Davidson!" the harsh voice of Norman Oliver interrupted her mid-sentence. "What are you doing just standing around, huh? Get to work, Davidson! And Newton, get your butt over to the green screen! You better have the right readings this time!"
"Oh, I do sir!" Spencer answered as he scurried to his place before the green screen. "I quadruple-checked these readings last night and this morning for ensured accuracy!"
He thumbed through his papers quickly while the camera crew set up and put his mic on. Setting his coffee on the desk, Spencer straightened his bow-tie - light blue today - and fixed his hair briefly.
Meredith gave him a thumbs up. "And we're on in five, four, three, two..."
Everything paused for Spencer as his eye caught on something across the room. Black heels clicking as long legs moved them across the floor. Loose, blonde curls lay on top of a tight-fitting red dress. Finally he looked at her face, with those two bright blue eyes gleaming in the studio lights. Georgia Baker. The best meteorologist in Channel 14 history, Georgia Baker waved at him as she sashayed across the floor. He grinned and went to wave back at her, but in the process knocked his steaming coffee over, which spilled all over his lap.
"One! We're live!" Meredith finished just as this catastrophe was happening.
The viewers of Channel 14 News were just in time to see nerdy Spencer Newton dump hot coffee all over himself and then look up and have to say the weather without a reaction. Many were amazed that he didn't even tear up, that coffee had looked pretty warm. But they were also surprised that he was reporting. Last time he reported, he'd foretold sunny skies and warm weather, only to be proven wrong by a humongous blizzard hitting the state from out of nowhere.
"And today there'll be mild rainfall in the southeast, with sporadic showers popping up in the rest of the state, along with cloudy skies. This week will be mainly downcast, with a pretty much constant drizzle going on," Spencer confidently relayed the week's weather, ignoring the burning feeling in his legs. What he failed to notice was the looks all his coworkers were uneasily giving each other, and the murmurs that popped up in the station.
He didn't think he could last much longer, when finally Meredith signaled that he had ten more seconds.
"So let's all keep our umbrellas with us this week!" he finished. He smiled until the camera's light flicked off, and then he jumped up and was swarmed by people with towels trying to help him clean up. At last, they finished the job, and he looked up triumphantly, for he was sure to be praised for such a great job despite having spilled coffee on himself. Everyone was staring at him.
Mr. Oliver cleared his throat. "Mr. Newton. I know you said that you checked the readings several times, but did you ever think to, erm, look outside? Because I think that the readings Ms. Baker has just shown me are much more accurate."
"What?" Spencer ran to the window, and was greeted with sunshine and a clear sky. "But, but, when I came to work, there were clouds, and I checked several times, and -"
"And you messed up again," Georgia said. "I don't know how you could have, I mean it was really obvious. Anyone who's actually studied meteorology would've known." She smiled sweetly at him, making his stomach do somersaults.
"I think, Mr. Newton, that maybe you should just stay in the back from now on," Mr. Oliver said.
Spencer stared at the sunshine. He was sure he'd read the reports right. There was no way he could be wrong again! How could this happen? Why was he always wrong? He gathered his things off the desk and dejectedly walked back to his desk, in order to check his readings again. This time, however, they said sunshine! What?
Meredith watched Spencer go to his desk. She felt really bad for him. He seemed to know his stuff, but for whatever reason his reports were always wrong and Georgia's were always right. She grabbed her screw driver from her belt and went to Georgia's desk, apparently the computer was broken. When she got to the desk, she saw Georgia's phone lying on the desk, illuminated by a text.
Now, Meredith Davidson is not a person who goes through other people's stuff. Or reads their email, or texts, or creepy stuff like that. But it's a bit hard to ignore when it just lights up in front of your face. Or when it says,
Today's weather: Blue skies and sunshine, just like you asked for. There'll be no rain until next week. The high and low today are 75 and 56 respectively, on account of slight wind chill.
I hope you've enjoyed Part 1 of the Weatherman, it should be updated once every one or two weeks.
-Owl ^OvO^
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