Summary: Well I open the wrong document. So u guys got the unfinished one so um here the finish one. Sorry. I'm new at these things.
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters of Everwood I just merely let my mind wonder away and write about my thoughts.
Story:
As he sat at the kitchen barely doing what teacher call 'homework' he occasionally glanced at Madison. Madison. Thinking about her just made his float away on a cloud, for lack of a better description. Now all he thought about was Madison. Why? A few weeks ago he was trying to get rid of her, now, all he wanted was to see her. When he noticed he had been staring he looked down and began to write a story for his English class.
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Why is he looking at me? I hope he knows that the kiss meant nothing and was nothing. It wasn't, was it? Yes, Madison it was nothing. Or was it? I admit I wasn't expecting it, so it threw me off, but in all honesty it wasn't that bad. I suppose if he was a bit older I would have enjoyed it.
Walking over to Ephram by the table, she hovered over him and said, ''Need some help?"
"No thanks I don't think I need help from my nine year old sisters baby-sitter, thanks" "Well this baby-sitter thinks you do because you misspelled perceptive." "So enlighten me Ephram Brown, what perceptive are you going to enlighten on your English class?'' "None that would appeal to you," he said in a cold voice. "Whoa could we turn down the chill-factor, please"
"Don't you need to go play with Delia or something? Don't you have better things to do than just hang around with a teenager like me? remember I'm too young?"
Just then he got up, he went from dreaming' over her, to being upset because once again he couldn't have who he wanted. New York, Amy, His Mom, Everything.
But before he could make and exit he grab his arm and said" Ephram I thought we were not going to talk about that. She was right, they had. "I didn't I just stated facts that just happen to quote you from our little incident with pure bliss." "Bliss?" " I don't know, whatever can I just go?'' "Well, you could but then you wouldn't here my thought on our bliss."
He turned around and leaned against the wall signaling her to begin.
"Well, if you were older than that kiss would mean something else, but see you aren't so that makes things different. But I have to admit you are a good kisser." "Really? I never had mush practic--"
He stopped, he didn't want to pure his heart and soul to a girl who clearly wasn't interested.
"Well, you know what, like you said, your too old, but what does age have to do with it?"
And he walked away and went upstairs, passing Delia on the way.
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters of Everwood I just merely let my mind wonder away and write about my thoughts.
Story:
As he sat at the kitchen barely doing what teacher call 'homework' he occasionally glanced at Madison. Madison. Thinking about her just made his float away on a cloud, for lack of a better description. Now all he thought about was Madison. Why? A few weeks ago he was trying to get rid of her, now, all he wanted was to see her. When he noticed he had been staring he looked down and began to write a story for his English class.
*~*~*~*~*~*
Why is he looking at me? I hope he knows that the kiss meant nothing and was nothing. It wasn't, was it? Yes, Madison it was nothing. Or was it? I admit I wasn't expecting it, so it threw me off, but in all honesty it wasn't that bad. I suppose if he was a bit older I would have enjoyed it.
Walking over to Ephram by the table, she hovered over him and said, ''Need some help?"
"No thanks I don't think I need help from my nine year old sisters baby-sitter, thanks" "Well this baby-sitter thinks you do because you misspelled perceptive." "So enlighten me Ephram Brown, what perceptive are you going to enlighten on your English class?'' "None that would appeal to you," he said in a cold voice. "Whoa could we turn down the chill-factor, please"
"Don't you need to go play with Delia or something? Don't you have better things to do than just hang around with a teenager like me? remember I'm too young?"
Just then he got up, he went from dreaming' over her, to being upset because once again he couldn't have who he wanted. New York, Amy, His Mom, Everything.
But before he could make and exit he grab his arm and said" Ephram I thought we were not going to talk about that. She was right, they had. "I didn't I just stated facts that just happen to quote you from our little incident with pure bliss." "Bliss?" " I don't know, whatever can I just go?'' "Well, you could but then you wouldn't here my thought on our bliss."
He turned around and leaned against the wall signaling her to begin.
"Well, if you were older than that kiss would mean something else, but see you aren't so that makes things different. But I have to admit you are a good kisser." "Really? I never had mush practic--"
He stopped, he didn't want to pure his heart and soul to a girl who clearly wasn't interested.
"Well, you know what, like you said, your too old, but what does age have to do with it?"
And he walked away and went upstairs, passing Delia on the way.