A/N: Once again, I really don't wanna write the dinner party. Basically,
everyone has a good time. Ephram asks Emma on a date. Oooo. A new girl
for Ephram. Who is cuter with him? Vote guys!
Ephram stood up, dropping his newspaper on the table. He handed Emma a twenty. "Buy yourself something nice." he'd said, standing up and walking suavely away. He could kill himself. He was totally rude to her. But, hey, she was bland. She didn't really have much personality and he needed a girl with personality. He could hear footsteps behind him. He turned around. Emma was following him, angrily. She looked pretty even when she was mad. Damn. That sucked major, it was hard to be pissed at a pretty girl.
"Ephram!" she called, hands on her hips. "What you did was completely.rude and unfair and.I hate you. You suck! Boys in America don't know how to treat a girl nicely. How could you do that?" Her face was red and her slender body was erect, standing stiffly. Her arms were folded. 'Sexy.' Ephram thought. 'She's got a dominatrix thing going on.' He kicked himself mentally. 'Dumb, dumb, dumb. This was personality-less girl.' But, suddenly she had personality.
Ephram threw his hands up in the air. "You were being boring."
Emma stared in disbelief, " I was the one being boring? Excuse me. You read a newspaper from the time I sat down 'till the time you finished talking.' She retrieved her Abercrombie bag from the floor. She frowned. "Thanks a lot, Ephram, for a horrible date." She walked away, sexily swaggering a little bit. 'Nice ass.' Ephram thought. He mentally kicked himself again.
Ephram headed to the library for some books for a project that he'd procrastinated on. The library was kind of full, the Sunday-morning-mommy- and-toddler crowd, the teenage-pothead-procrastinators, and the geezer-I- have-to-wear-diapers crowd were all there. Ephram sighed, retrieving his books and then decided to check his mail on a computer. The closest computer had a person with shoulder-length, black hair on it. "Excuse me," Ephram tapped the person's shoulder. "Are you going to be done anytime soon?" It was a girl, Ephram learned, a very pretty girl. She looked Indian as in from India. She turned around. "Yes almost. Hi, I'm Akasha Patel. I just moved here with my aunt. It's pretty. What's your name?" Ephram grinned.
"Ephram. I'm new here." "Me too. What do you do for fun?" "Skateboard, listen to music, and play the piano." "Oh, I do all of those things too. What's your favorite food?" "Pretzels." "Oh, me too. Do you have any siblings?" "A little sister named Delia." "Oh me too." Ephram paused. "You have a little sister named Delia?"
Akasha nodded. "Yeah, a coincidence right?" Ephram examined her clothes, she wore a flowery orange sundress, white sandals and her hair was curled, with a bright orange flower in it. Ephram examined his own, a Rolling Stones shirt, ripped jeans, and Converses. Ephram checked his watch. "Oh, I have to go," he said. Akasha grinned.
"Oh me too."
Ephram was looking forward to seeing Akasha Patel around.
::The Next Day::
Ephram headed to school kind of early, he had gone to bed early the previous night. He locked the door to his house and headed out to the street. Emma was locking her door too, she looked pretty again. Her hair was curly again, hanging to the middle of her back, pulled back on both sides with yellow rhinestone clips. She wore a yellow, cashmere, V-neck pull-over, with a white shirt underneath; a plaid, yellow and black skirt several inches above her knee; Pumas and white kneesocks. She looked pretty again. Ephram sighed. Maybe he would attempt to make up with her. She carried a large Hermes bag thrown carelessly over one shoulder, which she used as a backpack. She walked quickly in front of him. "Emma." he said.
Emma turned around, facing him and put her headphones on. "Ain't nobody love you like I love you," she sang loudly. She walked, striding like she was on the catwalk. Ephram sighed, walking to school with her singing, standing behind her. She was so pretty. Oh no! Ephram used his sweater to cover up the front of his pants. He groaned, he hated when this happened. Ephram struggled to cover the front of his pants, without it being too obvious as he walked to his locker. Damn. Her locker was right next to his. Emma smirked. "Nice accesory, Brown." she said, pointing to his pants. Ephram blushed madly.
"Hi Ephram!" a sunny voice could be heard. It was Akasha, or was it? This girl looked like Akasha but Akasha didn't wear Rolling Stones tee shirts, ripped jeans, and Converses, did she? Ephram examined her.
"Hi.Akasha."
"Hi Ephram, will you walk me to class?"
Emma smirked, and leaned into his ear. "Go ahead loverboy, work your magic." she whispered breathlessly. Ephram forced a smile.
"Of.of course."
He led her to class, her chattering on all the way. He dropped her off and headed to homeroom.
Author's Notes: C-Chan: Thanks for reviewing, we'll see what happens!
Alien: I'm really tired of people portraying him as a lovesick puppy that follows the girl around, he seems to have a kind of sexy, f*ck you attitude, so that's how I wrote him.
Griffin: Thanks!
Ephram stood up, dropping his newspaper on the table. He handed Emma a twenty. "Buy yourself something nice." he'd said, standing up and walking suavely away. He could kill himself. He was totally rude to her. But, hey, she was bland. She didn't really have much personality and he needed a girl with personality. He could hear footsteps behind him. He turned around. Emma was following him, angrily. She looked pretty even when she was mad. Damn. That sucked major, it was hard to be pissed at a pretty girl.
"Ephram!" she called, hands on her hips. "What you did was completely.rude and unfair and.I hate you. You suck! Boys in America don't know how to treat a girl nicely. How could you do that?" Her face was red and her slender body was erect, standing stiffly. Her arms were folded. 'Sexy.' Ephram thought. 'She's got a dominatrix thing going on.' He kicked himself mentally. 'Dumb, dumb, dumb. This was personality-less girl.' But, suddenly she had personality.
Ephram threw his hands up in the air. "You were being boring."
Emma stared in disbelief, " I was the one being boring? Excuse me. You read a newspaper from the time I sat down 'till the time you finished talking.' She retrieved her Abercrombie bag from the floor. She frowned. "Thanks a lot, Ephram, for a horrible date." She walked away, sexily swaggering a little bit. 'Nice ass.' Ephram thought. He mentally kicked himself again.
Ephram headed to the library for some books for a project that he'd procrastinated on. The library was kind of full, the Sunday-morning-mommy- and-toddler crowd, the teenage-pothead-procrastinators, and the geezer-I- have-to-wear-diapers crowd were all there. Ephram sighed, retrieving his books and then decided to check his mail on a computer. The closest computer had a person with shoulder-length, black hair on it. "Excuse me," Ephram tapped the person's shoulder. "Are you going to be done anytime soon?" It was a girl, Ephram learned, a very pretty girl. She looked Indian as in from India. She turned around. "Yes almost. Hi, I'm Akasha Patel. I just moved here with my aunt. It's pretty. What's your name?" Ephram grinned.
"Ephram. I'm new here." "Me too. What do you do for fun?" "Skateboard, listen to music, and play the piano." "Oh, I do all of those things too. What's your favorite food?" "Pretzels." "Oh, me too. Do you have any siblings?" "A little sister named Delia." "Oh me too." Ephram paused. "You have a little sister named Delia?"
Akasha nodded. "Yeah, a coincidence right?" Ephram examined her clothes, she wore a flowery orange sundress, white sandals and her hair was curled, with a bright orange flower in it. Ephram examined his own, a Rolling Stones shirt, ripped jeans, and Converses. Ephram checked his watch. "Oh, I have to go," he said. Akasha grinned.
"Oh me too."
Ephram was looking forward to seeing Akasha Patel around.
::The Next Day::
Ephram headed to school kind of early, he had gone to bed early the previous night. He locked the door to his house and headed out to the street. Emma was locking her door too, she looked pretty again. Her hair was curly again, hanging to the middle of her back, pulled back on both sides with yellow rhinestone clips. She wore a yellow, cashmere, V-neck pull-over, with a white shirt underneath; a plaid, yellow and black skirt several inches above her knee; Pumas and white kneesocks. She looked pretty again. Ephram sighed. Maybe he would attempt to make up with her. She carried a large Hermes bag thrown carelessly over one shoulder, which she used as a backpack. She walked quickly in front of him. "Emma." he said.
Emma turned around, facing him and put her headphones on. "Ain't nobody love you like I love you," she sang loudly. She walked, striding like she was on the catwalk. Ephram sighed, walking to school with her singing, standing behind her. She was so pretty. Oh no! Ephram used his sweater to cover up the front of his pants. He groaned, he hated when this happened. Ephram struggled to cover the front of his pants, without it being too obvious as he walked to his locker. Damn. Her locker was right next to his. Emma smirked. "Nice accesory, Brown." she said, pointing to his pants. Ephram blushed madly.
"Hi Ephram!" a sunny voice could be heard. It was Akasha, or was it? This girl looked like Akasha but Akasha didn't wear Rolling Stones tee shirts, ripped jeans, and Converses, did she? Ephram examined her.
"Hi.Akasha."
"Hi Ephram, will you walk me to class?"
Emma smirked, and leaned into his ear. "Go ahead loverboy, work your magic." she whispered breathlessly. Ephram forced a smile.
"Of.of course."
He led her to class, her chattering on all the way. He dropped her off and headed to homeroom.
Author's Notes: C-Chan: Thanks for reviewing, we'll see what happens!
Alien: I'm really tired of people portraying him as a lovesick puppy that follows the girl around, he seems to have a kind of sexy, f*ck you attitude, so that's how I wrote him.
Griffin: Thanks!