Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own ANYTHING whatsoever from the WB show
Everwood. I certainly wish I did, but I don't think that the network would
let me with all of the crazy ideas locked up in my scary mind for the
shows.
A/N: If you don't like my story, don't read it. I'm not going to stop POV changes, no matter what any flamers have to say about it. They are fun, and they do not 'marysue' the story, or whatever you want to call it.
Summary: Ephram meets his new housemaid. She has a mysterious life and background. She's not very open with her homelife, but can Ephram find out?
Ephram's Angel
Chapter 1
~~~ POV-EPHRAM ~~~
I threw my bag on the floor as I walked in my house. I sighed as he heard music coming from the kitchen. I knew my mom would kill me when she got home if the house wasn't clean so I decided to do two things: start cleaning in the kitchen, and investigate why the music was playing there. As I walked in the kitchen, I froze.
'I must be in the wrong house.' I thought to myself. I was staring at a girl with dark, almost black hair, cleaning my kitchen. She was, at that point in time, filling a bucket of water up in the sink, lightly banging her head to the Linkin Park song Paranoid blaring through the radio.
"Oh, you must be Ephram. I'm Karin. Your mom and dad hired me to do the cleaning here. My brother and I new in town, and I put up a work ad in the paper and a few hours later, you dad called me and hired me." Karin said quickly, wiping her damp hands on her jeans and extended her hand to Ephram.
"Oh. Uh, yeah. I'm Ephram." I said puzzled. 'Wow, my dad had done something helpful to me-hired a maid so I don't have to clean.
"Hi Ephram. Hi Karin." Delia said as she walked in the kitchen. She headed straight towards the cookie jar and hastily opened the top.
"Delia, have you eaten a proper lunch yet?" Karin asked as she slowly strided towards Delia. "No." Delia replied her eyes downcast.
"Then no cookies yet. I'll make you a sandwich." Karin insisted and started towards the fridge. "Thank you." Delia said as Karin finished making a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.
"Don't make a mess please." Karin requested.
"I won't!" Delia called as she walked into the living room to watch TV.
Karin and I both laughed lightly. Karin cleared her throat and continued to make the solution for the mop. I watched her with growing interest at how swiftly her hands moved as she mopped.
Suddenly, I heard a door slam that pulled me from my trance. I turned to see my mom entering the house with a smile on her face.
"Ah, Karin. Good afternoon. I see you and Ephram have met already." My mom said.
"Yes Ma'am. I'm almost done cleaning. I just need to finish mopping, then clean the counter tops, then I'll be done." Karin said as she stopped working for a moment.
"Then won't you stay for dinner? I'll call your mom to tell her." Mrs. Brown insisted.
"Um, no. If that's ok with you. I have a few things to do later. Plus, the joy of dying my brother's hair." Karin said hastily.
"Oh, you do hair?" Mrs. Brown asked.
"Sometimes." Karin replied, starting on her work again.
"Well, Ephram is always needed someone to do his hair, would you mind doing it for him the next time he wants it dyed?" Mrs. Brown asked. "No, mom, that's okay. I can always do it myself." I interrupted. I was standing there watching the conversation being thrown between the two.
"No, I'll do it. It'll be fun." Karin said with a smile on her face.
My mom smiled and started on dinner. I went to my room and started on my homework with my music blaring through the speakers. I was struggling with the toughest subject I had in school-Algebra.
Soon enough, I heard a knock on my door and saw my mom coming down, and turning down my stereo.
"Come in!" I yelled, not looking up from my History paper I was working on, since I had finished Algebra.
"Dinner's ready, and I convinced Karin to stay for dinner after some persuasion." My mom said with a wink. She turned my radio back up and shut my door.
I turned out of my chair at my desk and walked towards my door, hearing my stomach growling over my music. I turned off my stereo, not wanting to miss the next few songs and left my room and went towards the kitchen.
On my way, I saw my piano, and couldn't pass up the temptation to sit down on the bench and play through a song. I walked over to it, a grin on my face, and sat down at the bench. I laid my fingers on the keys and hit a few notes, hearing them as the beginning to Fur Elise by Beethoven.
~~~ POV CHANGE-KARIN ~~~
I was mesmerized by the music coming from the living room. I looked at Mrs. Brown quickly with an eyebrow arched.
"Who's playing?" I asked, jerking a finger towards the music.
"Oh, that's Ephram playing. He has a recital coming up soon, although that's not the song he's going to be playing for it." Mrs. Brown said, smiling.
"Oh." Was all I said.
"Why don't you go in the living room and listen?" Mrs. Brown insisted, shoving me towards the door leading to the piano room.
I sighed as I stumbled through the door and slowly walked towards the piano, seeing Ephram with his purple hair behind it, lost in the music. As he finished the piece, he looked up at me and his cheeks flushed.
"Were you listening?" He asked quickly.
"Well, it's kind of hard not to hear it in the kitchen." I said, pointing backwards toward the kitchen.
"Oh. Yeah. Do you play?" He asked me, jerking his finger towards the ivory keys.
"A little. My mom taught me a few things." I said shyly. I felt odd around him, like I was missing something about him.
"Sit down and show me what you know." He said, scooting over on the bench and indicated the rest of the bench beside him.
"No, I couldn't." I said, drawing back almost.
"Come on. I won't laugh." He said smiling.
"It's not that, it's just that--" I said, but my voice trailed off.
"What?" He asked me.
"Nothing." I said and quickly sat down next top him at the piano.
I picked out a few keys, starting to play BV's Boogie by Robert Vandall. As I finished, I blushed slightly.
"That's really good. Your mom taught you that?" Ephram asked me.
"No, I taught myself that a few years ago." I told him, standing up. "I've forgotten almost everything my mom taught me." I said painfully.
"Oh." He said, standing up also.
"Well, we should go eat. Dinner's probably cold already." I said as I started towards the door.
"Yeah." Ephram said, following me towards the kitchen to eat.
As we walked in the kitchen, there were two bowls of salad and two bowls of chicken noodle soup on the counter top.
"Wow, who was playing a second ago?" Ephram's mom asked me.
I didn't say anything but smile.
"That was Karin, Mom. She taught herself that, she told me." Ephram said enthusiastically.
"I don't play much anymore. I'm surprised I even remembered that." I said as I poured Italian dressing on my salad quietly.
"Oh, well, I'm sure Ephram would be willing to teach you the piano again." Mrs. Brown said.
"I couldn't, I wouldn't be able to practice any at my house, since I don't have a piano." I said, seeing a vision of my apartment in my brain and saw the mess there I had yet to clean up.
"Oh. How old are you, Karin?" Mrs. Brown asked, changing the subject.
"Seventeen and out of school. I'm going to be eighteen in four days." I said, sipping my soup. "Oh, cool." Delia piped in from the table.
I smiled and finished eating in silence. I listened to the conversation carried on by Ephram, Delia, and Mrs. Brown about Mr. Brown, and the convention he was at in Atlanta. I sighed as I finished my soup and looked around. I felt relieved when I heard Ephram offering to take my bowls from me. I nodded and smiled slightly.
"Well, thanks for dinner. It was great, Mrs. Brown. I guess I should be getting home now. My brother is going to be wondering where I am." I said, grinning slightly.
"Alright, dear. We'll see you tomorrow afternoon, right?" Mrs. Brown asked.
"Yes, ma'am." I said as I let myself out of their house and started towards my car.
A/N: If you don't like my story, don't read it. I'm not going to stop POV changes, no matter what any flamers have to say about it. They are fun, and they do not 'marysue' the story, or whatever you want to call it.
Summary: Ephram meets his new housemaid. She has a mysterious life and background. She's not very open with her homelife, but can Ephram find out?
Ephram's Angel
Chapter 1
~~~ POV-EPHRAM ~~~
I threw my bag on the floor as I walked in my house. I sighed as he heard music coming from the kitchen. I knew my mom would kill me when she got home if the house wasn't clean so I decided to do two things: start cleaning in the kitchen, and investigate why the music was playing there. As I walked in the kitchen, I froze.
'I must be in the wrong house.' I thought to myself. I was staring at a girl with dark, almost black hair, cleaning my kitchen. She was, at that point in time, filling a bucket of water up in the sink, lightly banging her head to the Linkin Park song Paranoid blaring through the radio.
"Oh, you must be Ephram. I'm Karin. Your mom and dad hired me to do the cleaning here. My brother and I new in town, and I put up a work ad in the paper and a few hours later, you dad called me and hired me." Karin said quickly, wiping her damp hands on her jeans and extended her hand to Ephram.
"Oh. Uh, yeah. I'm Ephram." I said puzzled. 'Wow, my dad had done something helpful to me-hired a maid so I don't have to clean.
"Hi Ephram. Hi Karin." Delia said as she walked in the kitchen. She headed straight towards the cookie jar and hastily opened the top.
"Delia, have you eaten a proper lunch yet?" Karin asked as she slowly strided towards Delia. "No." Delia replied her eyes downcast.
"Then no cookies yet. I'll make you a sandwich." Karin insisted and started towards the fridge. "Thank you." Delia said as Karin finished making a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.
"Don't make a mess please." Karin requested.
"I won't!" Delia called as she walked into the living room to watch TV.
Karin and I both laughed lightly. Karin cleared her throat and continued to make the solution for the mop. I watched her with growing interest at how swiftly her hands moved as she mopped.
Suddenly, I heard a door slam that pulled me from my trance. I turned to see my mom entering the house with a smile on her face.
"Ah, Karin. Good afternoon. I see you and Ephram have met already." My mom said.
"Yes Ma'am. I'm almost done cleaning. I just need to finish mopping, then clean the counter tops, then I'll be done." Karin said as she stopped working for a moment.
"Then won't you stay for dinner? I'll call your mom to tell her." Mrs. Brown insisted.
"Um, no. If that's ok with you. I have a few things to do later. Plus, the joy of dying my brother's hair." Karin said hastily.
"Oh, you do hair?" Mrs. Brown asked.
"Sometimes." Karin replied, starting on her work again.
"Well, Ephram is always needed someone to do his hair, would you mind doing it for him the next time he wants it dyed?" Mrs. Brown asked. "No, mom, that's okay. I can always do it myself." I interrupted. I was standing there watching the conversation being thrown between the two.
"No, I'll do it. It'll be fun." Karin said with a smile on her face.
My mom smiled and started on dinner. I went to my room and started on my homework with my music blaring through the speakers. I was struggling with the toughest subject I had in school-Algebra.
Soon enough, I heard a knock on my door and saw my mom coming down, and turning down my stereo.
"Come in!" I yelled, not looking up from my History paper I was working on, since I had finished Algebra.
"Dinner's ready, and I convinced Karin to stay for dinner after some persuasion." My mom said with a wink. She turned my radio back up and shut my door.
I turned out of my chair at my desk and walked towards my door, hearing my stomach growling over my music. I turned off my stereo, not wanting to miss the next few songs and left my room and went towards the kitchen.
On my way, I saw my piano, and couldn't pass up the temptation to sit down on the bench and play through a song. I walked over to it, a grin on my face, and sat down at the bench. I laid my fingers on the keys and hit a few notes, hearing them as the beginning to Fur Elise by Beethoven.
~~~ POV CHANGE-KARIN ~~~
I was mesmerized by the music coming from the living room. I looked at Mrs. Brown quickly with an eyebrow arched.
"Who's playing?" I asked, jerking a finger towards the music.
"Oh, that's Ephram playing. He has a recital coming up soon, although that's not the song he's going to be playing for it." Mrs. Brown said, smiling.
"Oh." Was all I said.
"Why don't you go in the living room and listen?" Mrs. Brown insisted, shoving me towards the door leading to the piano room.
I sighed as I stumbled through the door and slowly walked towards the piano, seeing Ephram with his purple hair behind it, lost in the music. As he finished the piece, he looked up at me and his cheeks flushed.
"Were you listening?" He asked quickly.
"Well, it's kind of hard not to hear it in the kitchen." I said, pointing backwards toward the kitchen.
"Oh. Yeah. Do you play?" He asked me, jerking his finger towards the ivory keys.
"A little. My mom taught me a few things." I said shyly. I felt odd around him, like I was missing something about him.
"Sit down and show me what you know." He said, scooting over on the bench and indicated the rest of the bench beside him.
"No, I couldn't." I said, drawing back almost.
"Come on. I won't laugh." He said smiling.
"It's not that, it's just that--" I said, but my voice trailed off.
"What?" He asked me.
"Nothing." I said and quickly sat down next top him at the piano.
I picked out a few keys, starting to play BV's Boogie by Robert Vandall. As I finished, I blushed slightly.
"That's really good. Your mom taught you that?" Ephram asked me.
"No, I taught myself that a few years ago." I told him, standing up. "I've forgotten almost everything my mom taught me." I said painfully.
"Oh." He said, standing up also.
"Well, we should go eat. Dinner's probably cold already." I said as I started towards the door.
"Yeah." Ephram said, following me towards the kitchen to eat.
As we walked in the kitchen, there were two bowls of salad and two bowls of chicken noodle soup on the counter top.
"Wow, who was playing a second ago?" Ephram's mom asked me.
I didn't say anything but smile.
"That was Karin, Mom. She taught herself that, she told me." Ephram said enthusiastically.
"I don't play much anymore. I'm surprised I even remembered that." I said as I poured Italian dressing on my salad quietly.
"Oh, well, I'm sure Ephram would be willing to teach you the piano again." Mrs. Brown said.
"I couldn't, I wouldn't be able to practice any at my house, since I don't have a piano." I said, seeing a vision of my apartment in my brain and saw the mess there I had yet to clean up.
"Oh. How old are you, Karin?" Mrs. Brown asked, changing the subject.
"Seventeen and out of school. I'm going to be eighteen in four days." I said, sipping my soup. "Oh, cool." Delia piped in from the table.
I smiled and finished eating in silence. I listened to the conversation carried on by Ephram, Delia, and Mrs. Brown about Mr. Brown, and the convention he was at in Atlanta. I sighed as I finished my soup and looked around. I felt relieved when I heard Ephram offering to take my bowls from me. I nodded and smiled slightly.
"Well, thanks for dinner. It was great, Mrs. Brown. I guess I should be getting home now. My brother is going to be wondering where I am." I said, grinning slightly.
"Alright, dear. We'll see you tomorrow afternoon, right?" Mrs. Brown asked.
"Yes, ma'am." I said as I let myself out of their house and started towards my car.