"So what do you want to start with?" Ephram asked me as he pulled out a tattered spiral notebook.
"Uh, I don't know," I stammered, "it doesn't matter really, I got to get it all in someway right?" I said attempting to joke. Ephram smiled lightly at it, noticing what I was attempting.
"How about pain in the ass Fibbonaci ?"he said looking sly.
"Pain in the ass Fibbonaci, that's a guy in our history book right? Conqueror or something…." I said dumbly, not noticing at first that he was being sarcastic about the 'pain in the ass' part.
"Maybe so but its actually a sequence or pattern of numbers. You know, one, one, two; two, two, four; and so on?" he said making the slightest hand gestures. Then seeing that I didn't quite catch on he began again. "Alright, well, why not start at sin, cosine, and tangent? It's not that bad once you get a few sayings down in your head." he said scrawling something down on the top of my paper.
"Sayings like what?" I questioned, fathoming the idea stockpiled on stuff I already had to know just for basics like my locker combination, my phone number, address, hell - even the right way to hold a fork.
"You don't really have to memorize them, it's just a stupid way of remembering." he said, not pushing it any further.
That's one of the things I like about Ephram. He doesn't push me further and further to make me meet up with the old Colin. He accepts me as the Colin who I am now and nobody else. He doesn't try to make me remember what my favorite dish like my mom does or what the string of numbers were from an hour ago like in rehab.
"Will it work every time?"
"Yeah, just as trusty as the renewable coal sources of Everwood. Here, why not start copying down theses notes then we'll go from there," he said flipping the book that was situated between us, pushing it a little bit more towards me at the same time.
As much as I tried to keep my mind off the way I felt about -well almost everything- I couldn't stop my eyes from roaming to the side. Out of the corner of y eyes, I saw Ephram working diligently but not on copying the notes, on a comic strip he had started at the very top of his paper, in the margin space. He was finishing off the details on the first block while as I was just on the second sentence of the paragraph of notes.
"Ready to start the fun?" he asked looking up, his eyes meeting mine briefly.
"Oh ,no, not yet. One more sentence." I said, trying to lower my face before he noticed that my cheeks had started to turn the slightest shade of red. "Finished," I said, feeling his gaze upon my forehead.
"Well, to start here's a triangle. Nothing too tricky. And whether it's an isosceles, equilateral, or whatever, doesn't matter." he said scooting his chair closer to mine and drawing a triangle on the back of a piece of paper that was just there. "And for each line that the triangle is made up of, you'll have a measurement. They are usually without the units. So no centimeters ,inches ,miles, none of that bull. All they have are names that go for every single triangle. The hypotenuse, opposite, and -"he said, writing a string of words and circling them each time he wrote it. "Am I going too fast for you?" he asked sheepishly.
"Er ,um, yeah, kinda." I managed to stammer out.
"How about this, we take a break for now, and when we come back, whenever that is, we'll take it right from here. O'Riley's homework isn't due until the following Monday and now it's Tuesday so we'll have plenty of time…"he began rambling off. I shook my head in agreement. "Cool…so you want something to drink? We got cocoa and coffee which are already brewing, probably courtesy of Nina. Then about a million kinds of juices and drinks because I live with a nine year old. Your pick." he said opening the refrigerator to show me its contents.
"Uh, whatever you're having." I said, staring.
"That makes it easy, coffee for me and you." he said. "You like basketball?" he asked me as he sat down next to me on the plush leather couch.
"I think?" I said trying to remember if I did or didn't.
"You think? It's okay if you don't, just say so." he said flipping the channels.
"I think it sucks personally but that not be the right answer." I said smirking to myself.
"That's more like it. And personally, you're not alone on that answer. I think it more than sucks but if I tell you my personal opinions, well, the New York Yankees are just about the only sports team I keep up with. That along with hockey because of my sister." he said, flipping the channel to a baseball game. He then tossed the remote control carelessly to the other side of him.
I had finally gotten my eyes to stop wandering over to him once more when the silence was broken between us. Something started beeping loudly from behind us, making me jump.
"Whoa, you okay dude? It's the….the um, uh… You know what? I don't know what the hell it is." he admitted as he got up to see what it was.
"The -um- coffee maker?" I said uncertainly, not quite remembering whether they even had a coffee maker. But all doctors own one right? It seemed to be an unwritten law that every doctor drank coffee.
"You're too smart for your own good." he said smirking at me. I grinned back wildly like a madman probably. "Here, take this. Use it as your defense. Coffee in the Browns' house is hellishly active." he said handed me a mug then carefully took the coffee pot away from the stand.
"So you're an avid coffee drinker?" I questioned.
"It depends if I want to piss off my dad; then I'll drain the pot." he said smiling. "Sugar or creamer or both?" he asked me.
"Uh, creamer?" I said unsurely once more.
"Creamer that's it?" he questioned me back.
"Yeah, just creamer." I told him.
"Okay man," he said as he poured some creamer in for me, handing me a spoon. I saw him make his own cup which would make a better comparison if he made pure sugar clumps. I sipped the coffee slowly as if not to burn my tongue and then knew why he questioned me.
"Tastes like shit?" he said smiling but trying to hide it.
"Yeah," I said whipping my mouth with my sleeve.
"It's straight, black coffee. I guess I should have told you that….but anyways, this is a little better." he said swapping my mug out with a fresh one.
"Since when did you guys start drinking coffee?" Dr. Brown asked as he walked into the kitchen and set his keys on the counter.
"Good question." Ephram muttered as he slipped coffee from his mug slowly.
"Isn't it about time that you go home now Colin? Or you can stay for dinner if you want." Dr. Brown offered.
"Yeah, it is. I'll, uh, see you at school tomorrow. Thanks for the help." I said, struggling with putting my books into my book bag.
"Yeah, no problem. Here," Ephram said coming over and putting the rest of my things inside. "See ya,"
"Yeah, later."I said again dumbly, waving at him in the darkness.
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So, there you go, there is the first chapter. The snippit before this is kinda like a prologue maybe, the chapters surely won't be that short. Ephram and Colin might be outa character but I needed somewhere to start at so I picked studying and coffee with Colin trying to keep himself from staring at Ephram all the while. Next chapter will be up as soon as this one was, after I get a review.
"Uh, I don't know," I stammered, "it doesn't matter really, I got to get it all in someway right?" I said attempting to joke. Ephram smiled lightly at it, noticing what I was attempting.
"How about pain in the ass Fibbonaci ?"he said looking sly.
"Pain in the ass Fibbonaci, that's a guy in our history book right? Conqueror or something…." I said dumbly, not noticing at first that he was being sarcastic about the 'pain in the ass' part.
"Maybe so but its actually a sequence or pattern of numbers. You know, one, one, two; two, two, four; and so on?" he said making the slightest hand gestures. Then seeing that I didn't quite catch on he began again. "Alright, well, why not start at sin, cosine, and tangent? It's not that bad once you get a few sayings down in your head." he said scrawling something down on the top of my paper.
"Sayings like what?" I questioned, fathoming the idea stockpiled on stuff I already had to know just for basics like my locker combination, my phone number, address, hell - even the right way to hold a fork.
"You don't really have to memorize them, it's just a stupid way of remembering." he said, not pushing it any further.
That's one of the things I like about Ephram. He doesn't push me further and further to make me meet up with the old Colin. He accepts me as the Colin who I am now and nobody else. He doesn't try to make me remember what my favorite dish like my mom does or what the string of numbers were from an hour ago like in rehab.
"Will it work every time?"
"Yeah, just as trusty as the renewable coal sources of Everwood. Here, why not start copying down theses notes then we'll go from there," he said flipping the book that was situated between us, pushing it a little bit more towards me at the same time.
As much as I tried to keep my mind off the way I felt about -well almost everything- I couldn't stop my eyes from roaming to the side. Out of the corner of y eyes, I saw Ephram working diligently but not on copying the notes, on a comic strip he had started at the very top of his paper, in the margin space. He was finishing off the details on the first block while as I was just on the second sentence of the paragraph of notes.
"Ready to start the fun?" he asked looking up, his eyes meeting mine briefly.
"Oh ,no, not yet. One more sentence." I said, trying to lower my face before he noticed that my cheeks had started to turn the slightest shade of red. "Finished," I said, feeling his gaze upon my forehead.
"Well, to start here's a triangle. Nothing too tricky. And whether it's an isosceles, equilateral, or whatever, doesn't matter." he said scooting his chair closer to mine and drawing a triangle on the back of a piece of paper that was just there. "And for each line that the triangle is made up of, you'll have a measurement. They are usually without the units. So no centimeters ,inches ,miles, none of that bull. All they have are names that go for every single triangle. The hypotenuse, opposite, and -"he said, writing a string of words and circling them each time he wrote it. "Am I going too fast for you?" he asked sheepishly.
"Er ,um, yeah, kinda." I managed to stammer out.
"How about this, we take a break for now, and when we come back, whenever that is, we'll take it right from here. O'Riley's homework isn't due until the following Monday and now it's Tuesday so we'll have plenty of time…"he began rambling off. I shook my head in agreement. "Cool…so you want something to drink? We got cocoa and coffee which are already brewing, probably courtesy of Nina. Then about a million kinds of juices and drinks because I live with a nine year old. Your pick." he said opening the refrigerator to show me its contents.
"Uh, whatever you're having." I said, staring.
"That makes it easy, coffee for me and you." he said. "You like basketball?" he asked me as he sat down next to me on the plush leather couch.
"I think?" I said trying to remember if I did or didn't.
"You think? It's okay if you don't, just say so." he said flipping the channels.
"I think it sucks personally but that not be the right answer." I said smirking to myself.
"That's more like it. And personally, you're not alone on that answer. I think it more than sucks but if I tell you my personal opinions, well, the New York Yankees are just about the only sports team I keep up with. That along with hockey because of my sister." he said, flipping the channel to a baseball game. He then tossed the remote control carelessly to the other side of him.
I had finally gotten my eyes to stop wandering over to him once more when the silence was broken between us. Something started beeping loudly from behind us, making me jump.
"Whoa, you okay dude? It's the….the um, uh… You know what? I don't know what the hell it is." he admitted as he got up to see what it was.
"The -um- coffee maker?" I said uncertainly, not quite remembering whether they even had a coffee maker. But all doctors own one right? It seemed to be an unwritten law that every doctor drank coffee.
"You're too smart for your own good." he said smirking at me. I grinned back wildly like a madman probably. "Here, take this. Use it as your defense. Coffee in the Browns' house is hellishly active." he said handed me a mug then carefully took the coffee pot away from the stand.
"So you're an avid coffee drinker?" I questioned.
"It depends if I want to piss off my dad; then I'll drain the pot." he said smiling. "Sugar or creamer or both?" he asked me.
"Uh, creamer?" I said unsurely once more.
"Creamer that's it?" he questioned me back.
"Yeah, just creamer." I told him.
"Okay man," he said as he poured some creamer in for me, handing me a spoon. I saw him make his own cup which would make a better comparison if he made pure sugar clumps. I sipped the coffee slowly as if not to burn my tongue and then knew why he questioned me.
"Tastes like shit?" he said smiling but trying to hide it.
"Yeah," I said whipping my mouth with my sleeve.
"It's straight, black coffee. I guess I should have told you that….but anyways, this is a little better." he said swapping my mug out with a fresh one.
"Since when did you guys start drinking coffee?" Dr. Brown asked as he walked into the kitchen and set his keys on the counter.
"Good question." Ephram muttered as he slipped coffee from his mug slowly.
"Isn't it about time that you go home now Colin? Or you can stay for dinner if you want." Dr. Brown offered.
"Yeah, it is. I'll, uh, see you at school tomorrow. Thanks for the help." I said, struggling with putting my books into my book bag.
"Yeah, no problem. Here," Ephram said coming over and putting the rest of my things inside. "See ya,"
"Yeah, later."I said again dumbly, waving at him in the darkness.
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So, there you go, there is the first chapter. The snippit before this is kinda like a prologue maybe, the chapters surely won't be that short. Ephram and Colin might be outa character but I needed somewhere to start at so I picked studying and coffee with Colin trying to keep himself from staring at Ephram all the while. Next chapter will be up as soon as this one was, after I get a review.