So yeah, I've written some other stories, but this is the first time i've ever posted one of them on fanfiction. Just a disclaimer, I own none of the characters, just the idea for this story. I would love to get some feedback, so read and review please!!

Ephram's POV

My senior year of high school is a year that I'll never forget. It's the year I finally got the girl of my dreams, Amy Abbot, and then almost lost her. I learned about responsibility, and about making decisions that would affect me for the rest of my life. I can't even begin to describe how much I grew up in that one year. So much of it was horrible, but it helped shape me into the person I am today. I learned to trust, to accept reality, and to realize that however hard something may seem, everything does, in fact, happen for a reason.

This is my story. I share it with you not for pleasure or fame, but in the hope that maybe there's a lesson to be learned, not just by me, but for everyone.

Chap 1.

December 2004

"So my parents are going to be out of town for the weekend. Wanna come over tomorrow night and hang out?"

Ephram Brown shut his locker and smiled. The question, directed at him, came from none other than his girlfriend and love of his life, Amy Abbot.

Despite the fact that he was madly in love with her, he was still a big tease sometimes. He pretended to look serious as he said "Well, I'll have to check my schedule. You know how many offers I get for Saturday nights."

"Ephram!" Amy cried. She laughed and lightly punched him on the arm as they headed towards their last period classes.

"Come on, you know I'm joking. What time should I come?"

"Well my parents are leaving tomorrow morning for Boulder, so really whenever you can pull yourself away from that piano of yours." Amy smiled at Ephram with a look of feigned innocence and said "We'll have the house to ourselves you know."

With that thought in both of their minds the bell rang, forcing them to part with a quick kiss and promises to talk on the phone that night.

Ephram sat through his English class barely paying attention to the discussion the students were having on the most recent homework assignment. Instead, his thoughts were filled, as usual, with Amy. They had "officially" been together now for almost five months, though it had been seven since they had first expressed their feelings for each other. In those months Ephram had soared higher than he ever thought possible. He loved Amy with all his heart, and knew that they were meant to be together forever. His fling with Madison had been nothing more than physical attraction and teenage hormones. He didn't regret their time together, in fact in some ways he cherished it because he grew so much during that time and after the breakup. But now that he was with Amy, he was able to see how little his last relationship had meant to either one of them.

As his mind wandered with thoughts of Amy, he remembered the look she had given him as they parted before class. We'll have the house to ourselves, she had said. There were so many connotations that statement could have, but yet, something seemed different in her eyes that time. Ephram and Amy had talked about taking the next step in their relationship, but nothing had come of it yet. Granted, there were very few opportunities when they were truly alone, but maybe tomorrow would be it. He was ready, having been with Madison, but was she? It would be her first time, and it had to be meaningful, not in a car at The Point like his first time had been.

Ephram jumped as the final bell rang. He hadn't even noticed how much time had passed. After gathering his books and checking the homework assignment on the board, he stopped quickly at his locker, and then headed for the elementary school a few blocks away to pick up his eleven year old sister Delia. He still marveled at the simplicity of life at that age. In Delia's world, if you decided you didn't like your best friend anymore, you simply switched to a new one. Her biggest decision of the day was choosing whether to have dad make her a peanut butter or a turkey sandwich for lunch. But on the other hand, Ephram thought, she doesn't get to experience a great relationship with someone she truly loves. With that thought, he decided he'd rather be eighteen than eleven any day.

Ephram spent that evening babysitting Delia while their father was busy catching up on records at the office. Of course, he would have much rather preferred to go out with Amy, but she was spending the evening with her family at Edna and Irv's place. So while he was stuck at home he did the next best thing: practice the piano. His Julliard audition tape was due right after the holidays, so any spare time he had was spent in the studio.

Around nine o'clock the phone rang. Ephram, of course, couldn't hear it, being in the sound-proof garage, but he was interrupted in the middle of a Chopin nocturne by his younger sister's pounding on the door.

"Ephram!" she screeched, "It's your girlfriend!!"

Within seconds Ephram had whisked the phone away and shut the door in Delia's face without a word. For the next three hours he and Amy talked, only hanging up when they both practically dozed off over the phone. Nothing more had been said about the next night except to confirm their plans, but it was quite obvious what was going through both of their minds, and they both knew that they were ready for that next big step.

Just after six the next night Ephram pulled up in front of Amy's house, anxious for what could possibly be the most important thing he'd ever done. However, when he rang the bell it was not Amy's smile that greeted him, rather a "Whassup dude!" from her older brother Bright. Seeing him at home was a shock, because the last time Bright had stayed home on a weekend was during Amy's period of depression the previous year. He considered himself quite the ladies man, and anywhere he could get some action, he took it.

Seconds later Amy hurried into the foyer and practically threw herself into Ephram's arms. Even though it had only been a day since they'd seen each other, it felt like forever. That was how much she loved this kid. However, it was rather difficult to say all you wanted to say to your boyfriend when your brother was standing right there watching every move you made around him.

"Uhh, Bright?" Amy said tentatively, "Don't you have a date to night or something?"

Bright shook his head. "Nope. I've got my orders from mom and dad that you guys aren't supposed to be here alone."

Amy rolled her eyes. "Oh, come on. Do you actually think we're going to do anything stupid?"

"Hey, you never know. Teenagers these days can get pretty crazy."

Finally, after a few more minutes of arguing between Bright and Amy, a quick phone call to one of the girls on his "date list" and a warning towards Amy and Ephram to "be smart but have fun," Bright left. Ephram and Amy settled down on the couch for a movie marathon.

After watching Top Gun, followed by Serendipity, the two were getting rather restless. They headed into Amy's room even though it was against her dad's rules, turned on the CD Ephram had made Amy for their two month anniversary, and began to dance. Slow song after slow song permeated through the room, and they danced. For nearly an hour they did nothing but sway back and forth in time to the music and savor being in each other's arms.

During a lull as the CD switched tracks, Amy looked into her boyfriend's eyes. "I love you Ephram," she said, never meaning the words as much as that moment.

"I love you too, Amy."

They began to kiss, with more passion as time passed. Without even thinking of what they were about to do, they fell back onto Amy's bed and continued to kiss and build up steam. It was then that Ephram heard the words he'd been dreaming of for months.

"Ephram, I'm ready."

He pulled back for a second to look at his girlfriend, make sure he had heard her correctly.

"You sure?" he asked. Amy nodded. There was a look of fear in her face, but Ephram knew that with all she had been through, she wouldn't rush into something like this.

They moved slowly, savoring the thrill of being together for the first time. When it was finally over, the sounds of Trisha Yearwood coming from Amy's stereo lulled them to sleep in each other's arms. It was a night that would remain in both of their memories forever.

Should i continue? Constructive criticism is appreciated!