Disclaimer : This story is written for fun, and hopefully the entertainment of others. I make no money and make no profit except for the reviews people will hopefully give me. The show's been cancelled, but I still don't own it or anything related. Enjoy!

Summery: My second fanfic – this one about Ephram and Bright. Hopefully love develops and Everwood learns to accept. I haven't worked on this in like, 2 years, so reviews, no matter how harsh are welcome. I'd really like to get back into the swing of things. Oh, and the thought below is just a big run-on, which I realize. And obviously I'm taking some creative liberty on these characters, and this story is headed in the direction my head is taking it. And yes, I agree that any discussion like the one to follow would never actually happen between two sane people.


As he pulled up to the Abbott's house, thoughts continued to race in his mind. I'm gay and like guys I want to be with Bright so bad but I've never liked a guy before This doesn't mean I'm really gay right? I mean, I liked Amy for so long Actually, I loved Amy god I hope she has answers, she always has answers I need someone to talk to, but why Amy? Should I turn around, because now's the time but wait, do I like boys at all? Yes, I like Bright. A lot.
"Ephram!" Amy squealed, certainly not expecting to see his face in her room at 8:30 in the morning. "What are you doing here? Didn't school start," she paused as she glanced at the clock, "like 20 minutes ago?"

"I have to talk to you. Please, just…listen," Ephram started, taking a quick breath. Amy's surprised look began to fall, and she sank into bed.

"I'm in a kind of dilemma. And I don't even know where to start," he said as he glanced around the room, taking in the mess on the floor. "Here goes," he took another quick breathe, wiping his palms on his jeans. "Amy, I think that…I think that I like guys. Wait, no. I don't think that I do, I know I do. Which doesn't mean," he paused as she began to squirm underneath the blankets, and her intense stare bore into his. "that I don't still love you. It's just…I don't know. This has to be the 100th time I've said this today, but GOD, this is so new!"

Amy just stared at Ephram, seemingly not saying a word. Then, "well, duh."

Waiting for a verbal lashing, or an incoherent amount of babble was what he expected, but certainly not a 'well, duh.' "You…knew?" Ephram asked, more than surprised at her reaction.

Amy reached up from the bed, and placed her hand on Ephram's. "I know you're not gay Ephram. I know that for a fact," she stated with a light smile, trying to lighten the mood. "Boys who like only boys don't kiss girls like that."

"Whoa woah whoa woah whoa," Ephram said, holding up his hand to stop her talking. "All of this…feeling happened…a week ago! I haven't even had time for thoughts like this. Come on Amy, I haven't even had the time to tell myself about how much society will frown on me when I tell others, or that I won't be able to collect my non-existent social security in 20 years if I'm still kissing guys. How the hell have you already figured all this out in a matter of 2 minutes?"

"Because, I know you Ephram Brown," Amy returned. "and I love you. Ever since you came here last year, I knew there was something different about you. I mean, you didn't walk around flitting your wrist or staring at some random guy's ass, but you didn't really whistle sexy time at every girl that walked by, or try whisper sweet sweet nothings in my ear either."

"Then, what the hell is wrong me with? How can I want to be with you one second, and then the next…not?" Ephram asked, still in awe of Amy.

"It's called Bisexuality Ephram. It means you bat for both teams. Chase the chicken and hunt the beaver. You like guys and girls, and it's not exactly new, so don't feel special about yourself."

"Oh man, my head," Ephram began to rub his temples as he got of Amy's bed and began to pace the floor. "Aren't like, gay guys supposed to figure all this out over the period of like, 5 years? And I have you ramming this all down my thought in a matter of 5 minutes. Man you're good."

"I know. I think it's the strep. It must increase the serotonin level in my brain or something, I don't even know. But whatever, you know I'm here to help you Ephram. Always have been, since the first time we met. And if that means I have to supervise you getting into Bright's pants instead of my own, so be it," she said with a smile on her face. Something she had wanted to say since the day he had come to visit her with soup only a week ago.

"I…you…how you…Bright? How do you know about Bright and I?" he stammered, even more awestruck than before.

"You're kidding right? First of all, you two are inseparable. Even if I didn't already think you liked boys, the amount of time you two spend attached at the hip would make even the most right-wing bible thumper question your relationship. And for the record, I am a little bit jealous."

"Amy, you know I would never do anything to hurt you, right?" Ephram asked, sitting back down on her bed.

"Of course I do dummy. But still, I wish you still had those googly eyes for me and not my older brother. Let's be honest, that is a little bit awkward."

Ephram had to laugh out loud, and thank Zeus and whatever other gods were to thank that he had the friends he had. "But…Bright's barely talking to me. Which I guess I deserve after last week. My god, I never even told you what happened between us. Or…anything between us for that matter."

"It's fine, I've already figured it all out. Last week, when you two had your little tiff, I wasn't really asleep. Heard the whole thing actually. Gave me a little entertainment, which I desperately needed since I've been holed up in this joint for the past 14 days."

"Okay, so if you're so goddamn invested and educated in this bizarre relationship, what am I supposed to do? He left me in his car today, just sitting there, staring at his back. I've been trying to tell him that I want to…try. I don't know. I wasn't even planning on any of this happening. I was supposed to come here, tell you that I think you like boys, you scream, freak out and call me dirt and disgusting. Then you kick me out right before you lose your voice again, and I'm forced to drive Bright's car back to school, where he would continue to avoid me for the rest of the day. Then I would have to go on without any friends whatsoever for who knows how long, until I walk into some random kid who also happens to be into piano or fighting with his parents and being misunderstood, and we bond over that, and I find myself having to start all over, without the two most important people in my life."

Amy just stared, trying not to laugh. "Ephram Brown, instead of telling Bright how you feel about him, you have to show him."


Just another note, if you read this and wondered what the hell I was thinking, please go up and read my summery again. Thanks for reading!