Disclaimer: I don't own anything related to Everwood, so please don't sue lol.

This is my first FanFiction, so please don't be harsh lol. Some of the chapters may be really long and others may be short, so basically it varies. Anyways, I hope you enjoy it!

"Amy! Ames! You home?"

"Ephram!" Amy came running from the bedroom and jumped into her boyfriend's arms. They had been happily together for five years now, and were living together in this beautiful apartment. "Oh Ephram." she pulled away from the hug and draped her long, graceful, arms over his shoulders, while he wrapped his around her waist. "I missed you so much! How was the program?"

"Oh man, Amy, it was awesome. I know I came as just a tutor for the other students, but Julliard is considering me for a job in teaching there! Isn't that awesome? I mean, who knew that three weeks of tutoring could prove to them that I was good enough to have a full-time job there."

"That's great, Ephram. Really, it is." she smiled a fake smile. She didn't want to leave Everwood to live in New York with him, but she also didn't want him to leave, or to miss out on this wonderful opportunity. Ephram looked at her sharply. He always knew when something was wrong with her.

"Baby, what's wrong?"

"Nothing," she looked up from her feet and smiled again, "no, everything is fine, really." He still knew something was wrong and looked at her with curiosity. "I just missed you, that's all. It's been three weeks and it was really lonely in this apartment, you know?"

"I know. I'm sorry. I love you." He lifted her chin and gave her a deep kiss. He had missed her soft lips so much.

She pulled away, "I love you, too."

"Amy, just think about how great it will be for us if I take this job..." he was starting to day dream. "I mean, we could actually buy a real house an-and maybe even start our life together," he looked at her sharply, "and you know... be husband and wife." Amy just laughed, assuming he was joking.

"Good one, Ephram." she still laughed, even though deep inside she wanted to marry him.

"Yeah." Ephram replied, hurt, but went along with her thinking he was kidding.

"So hey, now that you're back, I have the evening all planned out."

"Really? Call me curious. What the plan?"

"Well," she pulled herself closer to him, "I was thinking that we could head up to my family's cabin."

"You mean 'the cabin'... the one where we first--"

"Yep." she smiled slyly.

"I thought your dad sold it."

"He was gonna, but decided not to. Good thing, eh?"

"Definitely." he kissed her on the cheek, and she let out a giggle.

"So anyways, I was thinking we could have dinner up there, sit by a fire, drink tea--"

"I don't drink tea." Ephram laughed.

"What is it with guys and thinking that tea is a girlie drink?" they both laughed softly, "whatever, that part doesn't matter, because then, we would head for bed... maybe a little bit early." she smiled with a "you-know-what-I-mean" kind of look in her eyes, and he understood exactly.

"Sounds perfect." he tightened his grip around her waist and gave her a quick peck on her soft lips. "Just let me take a quick shower, I smell like airplane." she smiled and he rushed upstairs, excited for what this night would bring. It had been a whole three weeks since he and Amy had any true, together time, and boy, did he miss it.

When Ephram started his shower, all Amy could think about was her family, her friends, and everyone one in this small, crazy town of Everwood that she would miss if he took this job. She fell back on the couch and got lost in her thoughts...

"I hate this movie." Bright said, just staring at the screen.

"What!? I love this movie!"

"But she dies, Hannah. What fun is watching a movie where someone dies?"

"You watched Final Destination 1,2 and, 3, and people die in that..." She looked up at him.

"Yeah, but that's different. They writers didn't spend all this time making us fall in love with the characters, they just died. It's different when you get attached to them."

"Aw, is this your way of saying you have a thing for Jamie?"

"I do not have a 'thing' for Jamie." She looked up at him and he avoided her eyes.

"Ha! Admit it, Bright, you SO do have a thing for Jamie." he squeezed his arms tighter around her tiny waist.

"I have a thing for you." He smiled at her.

"I love you, Bright." She replied sweetly, "but I still know you have a thing for Jamie." She laughed at him in mockery.

"That's it. Never again am I watching A Walk to Remember with you."

"It's okay. That's what Amy's for. She doesn't mind chick flicks."

"That's because she's a chick." Bright and Hannah moved in together into an apartment, not far from Ephram and Amy's, about a year ago. They were so happy together, and so in love. They acted just like a married couple, minus the sex part. Hannah was still saving herself for when she gets married, although, she does hope that it is Bright. Bright was the football coach for his old high school, and Hannah worked at home as an author, just like she always dreamed of. They both managed to keep up their jobs while finding time to spend with each other doing just whatever. Playing boardgames, Watching a movie, cooking dinner together, or simply just lying together and talking about whatever comes to mind until one of them falls asleep.

"Alright," Bright said, while turning off the television, "I guess I'll see you in the morning." He leaned over the bed to kiss Hannah good night, but she stopped him.

"Bright, I've been thinking."

"...Uh-oh."

"No, it's good."

"Okay, shoot." He sat down on her bed and she sat up.

"Why don't we make your bedroom into an office. I really need one for work and everything and it'd be so much more convenient to work at a desk instead of our kitchen table."

"Um...okay," he replied, "but where would I sleep, Hans?"

"Well... in here... with me." she looked at him innocently and grabbed his hand.

"Hannah, are you sure about that?"

"Yeah, yeah, I am. I mean, I trust that you won't... try anything. Right?"

"Of course I wouldn't, but--"

"But what?"

"But... I don't know. I just don't want it to be awkward for you."

"Why would it be awkward? I love you, and you love me, and you know me better than anyone."

"I know. You're right. Actually, it sounds kinda nice."

"Yeah." she smiled as he turned off the lights and got in under the covers next to her. She rested her head on his manly, bare, chest.

"This is nice."

"Yeah it is." Hannah reached down under the covers for his hand, when she felt him jump a little. "Uh... Bright. Please tell me that was your hand I was trying to hold."

"Um... no." Hannah immediately felt embarrassed.

"Oh god,." she sighed and covered her face with a pillow, but Bright laughed.

"Don't worry about it, babe." he reached around her neck and put his hand on her shoulder. Hannah jumped also.

"Hans, please tell me that was your shoulder."

"Uh... guess again."

"Oh man." Bright whipped his arm back to himself and Hannah sat up.

"Let's just try this whole sleeping thing, without the cuddling part."

"Sounds good."

"Okay. Good night, Brighton."

"Sleep tight, Hannah." They both drifted off to sleep after a few minutes. Just knowing that the other was there was enough to put them both at ease.