Title: Moving On
Summary: Ephram is no longer going to wait around for Amy. If it means
seperating from her completely, he will. He knows, now that Colin is back,
that he'll never have a chance. But Amy doesn't take it the way he expects
her to.
A/N: I have never written a FanFic before. I would really appreciate it if y'all would read and review it for me. Thanks.
*The seizure and news about the clot never happened. Picks up the next day after Colin beat up Bright and Ephram*
Ephram walked down the hall, blasting his music loudly. It was what he needed in order to drown out the confusing thoughts taking over his head. Lately, all he could think about was how he had to move on. How he had to just forget about Amy. She was with Colin. She loved Colin. She would never be with him. And the thoughts... they bothered him. He hated the fact he would never get her. And all he could do was push them away. Ephram neared his locker, and muttered under his breath, trying to figure out which books he'd need, and which he wouldn't. And with her jerk of a boyfriend in the way, nothing was ever going to hapen.
"Ephram!" A perky voice called. Ephram looked up and saw Amy hurrying over. "Look, can we talk?" Ephram looked coldly at her.
"No. I don't think we can. Did you happen to see your brothers face this morning? I know you try not to look at him, we all do, but if you didn't notice, his face is screwed up, Amy. And why? Because of Colin. His 'best friend'. He's out of control, Amy. But you're to blinded by what you think is love to even see what's really going on!" Ephram's eyes flashed with anger. Amy's jaw tightened.
"I don't think it's love. I know it is, Ephram. You're just upset. Upset because you like me. I can't help that. I'm you're friend, and I try to be there for you." Ephram slammed his locker, causing Amy to jump in fright.
"Well you know what, Amy? You can take your friendship, and shove it. Because I don't need it anymore." Ephram turned on his heal, leaving Amy staring after him. As he strode down the hall, he rose the volume on his DISCMan. Not paying attention to where he was going, he smacked into someone. The collision caused books to go flying everywhere. Books that weren't his. He looked at the person who stumbled, and came face to face with Ashlee, one of Amy's many friends.
"Nice job, loser boy. Maybe you can pull your head out of space and watch where you're going." She stooped down to pick up her fallen books. Ephram cursed under his breath, but grabbed a few notebooks that remained near his feet. As he stood up, a peice of paper floated down, with writing on it. He stooped and picked it up, staring at the writing. It was written in block letters, and he tried to make it out. His eyes widened when he saw the words on the paper. "Ashlee Evans LUVS Ephram Brown".
A/N: I have never written a FanFic before. I would really appreciate it if y'all would read and review it for me. Thanks.
*The seizure and news about the clot never happened. Picks up the next day after Colin beat up Bright and Ephram*
Ephram walked down the hall, blasting his music loudly. It was what he needed in order to drown out the confusing thoughts taking over his head. Lately, all he could think about was how he had to move on. How he had to just forget about Amy. She was with Colin. She loved Colin. She would never be with him. And the thoughts... they bothered him. He hated the fact he would never get her. And all he could do was push them away. Ephram neared his locker, and muttered under his breath, trying to figure out which books he'd need, and which he wouldn't. And with her jerk of a boyfriend in the way, nothing was ever going to hapen.
"Ephram!" A perky voice called. Ephram looked up and saw Amy hurrying over. "Look, can we talk?" Ephram looked coldly at her.
"No. I don't think we can. Did you happen to see your brothers face this morning? I know you try not to look at him, we all do, but if you didn't notice, his face is screwed up, Amy. And why? Because of Colin. His 'best friend'. He's out of control, Amy. But you're to blinded by what you think is love to even see what's really going on!" Ephram's eyes flashed with anger. Amy's jaw tightened.
"I don't think it's love. I know it is, Ephram. You're just upset. Upset because you like me. I can't help that. I'm you're friend, and I try to be there for you." Ephram slammed his locker, causing Amy to jump in fright.
"Well you know what, Amy? You can take your friendship, and shove it. Because I don't need it anymore." Ephram turned on his heal, leaving Amy staring after him. As he strode down the hall, he rose the volume on his DISCMan. Not paying attention to where he was going, he smacked into someone. The collision caused books to go flying everywhere. Books that weren't his. He looked at the person who stumbled, and came face to face with Ashlee, one of Amy's many friends.
"Nice job, loser boy. Maybe you can pull your head out of space and watch where you're going." She stooped down to pick up her fallen books. Ephram cursed under his breath, but grabbed a few notebooks that remained near his feet. As he stood up, a peice of paper floated down, with writing on it. He stooped and picked it up, staring at the writing. It was written in block letters, and he tried to make it out. His eyes widened when he saw the words on the paper. "Ashlee Evans LUVS Ephram Brown".
