Right Place, Wrong Time
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the character in this story, except Annette, and Dr. Taylor, the rest belong to the WB.
Rating: PG-13
Ephram woke up early the next day, but not too early. It was about five- thirty when he looked at his clock, and he had been awake for over twenty minutes, just sitting in bed. He hadn't been thinking about anything, just sitting there, doing nothing.
He finally decided to get up and start getting ready for school. He took a shower and got dressed. He got his books and homework together and put them in his backpack. He went down to the kitchen to get some breakfast, but when he looked at the clock in there, it was five till seven. Apparently he had taken more time than he thought. He ran to the window to see if Bright was in the driveway, he had just pulled up.
"Well, there goes starting this well." Ephram grabbed his bag and walked outside. He was extremely hungry, but he would have to wait until lunch, even if lunch would probably kill him. The food was always awful.
"How are you doing today, Ephram?" Amy scooted over to the middle.
"I've been better." Amy looked at him with a small hint of concern on her face, "I didn't get any breakfast and I'm starving." Ephram smiled so she didn't feel bad.
"Oh, well we can stop for something on the way, can't we Bright?" Amy nudged her brother in the side.
"If you want to man, that would be fine with me." Bright looked over at Ephram, who looked half asleep.
Ephram sat still for a minute, "Whatever, I don't care." He kept looking out the front.
"Well then, I guess we're going to the diner really fast." Bright made a right turn where he would normally go straight, "Dude, I'll pay for this, you look wiped."
"That's about how I feel." Ephram gave him a small smile and then closed his eyes.
Amy watched Bright walk inside the diner, and then turned to Ephram, "are you feeling okay? You don't look so good."
He reopened his eyes and looked at Amy, "I'm fine, I just need some breakfast, and then I'll be set for the rest of the day."
Ephram wasn't joking. When Bright came back out and gave him his food, Ephram was as happy as could be, and he looked a lot better, too. He went through the day without a care in the world. He had actually forgotten about Annette for awhile, until he came home and saw there was a message on his machine.
He was the only one home, because his dad had to work late, and Delia was still at school. He pushed the button on the answering machine, and then walked into the kitchen to get something else to eat, he was still hungry.
"Hey Ephram, this is Annette." Something about her sounded different. It wasn't a good different either, "I think we need to talk. My parents blew me off earlier today, but I didn't do anything." Ephram walked back into the entryway, holding a piece of bread in his hand, "I'm at home and I'm going to be here all day. Please, whenever you get this come over. I really need to talk to someone, really bad." There was a sound in the background, like somebody else was there, but no alarm really went off in Ephram's head, "Please come over as soon as you can. It isn't a big deal, but I do need to talk to you." Ephram was wondering why Annette kept repeating the same thing over and over again. He began to get a little worried, "Well, I guess I'll see you whenever you get here. Bye." She hung up with a bit of difficulty, and that wasn't like her either.
Ephram stood by the phone for a minute, thinking. 'Okay, she said her parents blew her off earlier today, but why would they do that? Why, after saying they wanted to get to know her again, or something, would they do that?'
Ephram didn't really care at that moment; he just needed to get to Annette's place, in the next town over. "This should be fun. How am I going to get there, I only went to the bridge before!" Ephram talked to himself as he went to his bike.
Just before he rode out of the driveway, Bright pulled up, "Hey Ephram, you left your backpack in here. I was just returning it..." Bright looked at Ephram and realized he was leaving, "Where are you going? It's freezing outside."
"I have to go to a friend's house." Ephram looked at Bright and hoped he would just leave, but the red truck just stayed in the driveway, "I have to go." Before he could be stopped, Ephram was out of the driveway and down the street. By the time Bright pulled out of the Brown's driveway, Ephram had turned a corner and was now well on his way to Annette's house.
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By the time Ephram reached Annette's driveway it was four, and he was worn out. He got off of his bike and ran to the door, "Annette, are you in there?" Ephram called for her before he even knocked. There was really no need to even do that, because she was sitting by the window waiting for him.
"It took you long enough to get here." Annette was smiling, and that really confused Ephram.
"Sorry, I had to ride my bike here," Ephram looked back and pointed to his mode of transportation, "It doesn't go very fast.
Annette laughed a little, "I can see that." She opened the door wider and let Ephram inside.
"So, do you have any idea as to why your folks blew you off today?" Ephram took a seat on the couch.
"No, I didn't do anything. I just walked outside when they pulled up, and when I walked up to the car my mom rolled down the window and looked at me, almost as if she were disgusted or something. She told me that they couldn't take me out today, but maybe tomorrow. They pulled away fast, Ephram. It was like they were trying to get away from me."
"Did you ever stop to think that maybe they were busy and couldn't get in contact with you?" Ephram thought he was wasting time there, because Annette was worrying about silly little things.
"Well, yeah. But this was different. They really didn't look very happy for some reason, and I get this weird feeling that that reason is me." Annette sat down beside Ephram, to him, she seemed a little too close, "I don't know why they don't like me, I didn't do anything wrong."
Annette was getting to close for Ephram's comfort, but he didn't do anything, because he just thought she was upset. He sat thinking for a minute, "Maybe they were mad at somebody else, and that's why they were busy, and so they couldn't talk with you today." Annette scooted a little closer to Ephram.
"Yeah, maybe, but maybe they don't want me anymore. They don't know me that well, and they might have thought I was the same girl they threw out before. But I've changed, Ephram. I really have." Ephram was beginning to get very uncomfortable with Annette as close as she was. She had scooted right up next to him, and was now practically breathing down his neck.
"Uh, Annette," Ephram jumped up from his seat, "I really don't like the way this little 'talk' is going, and I have to do...Um, something...Like spend time with my girlfriend, but, uh, I'll talk to you tomorrow. Maybe you should give you parents another shot, they might have just had something else to do today that took up there time with you." Ephram backed toward the door slowly, "I have to go, uh, nobody knows where I am." He opened the door and walked out, leaving Annette alone with her thoughts.
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Ephram had run out of the house in a panic, he didn't know what had gotten into Annette, and he didn't want to stick around to find out. She would be fine, and he knew that. He had also gotten on his bike, and was now heading for Amy's house. He didn't want to go home just yet.
"I can't believe this." Ephram was in so much shock because of what Annette had almost done that he wasn't really watching where he was going, "Wh...What made her think that was okay?" Ephram was disturbed by the whole matter, but he knew he would have to clear his head before he got to where he was going.
'I'll just give her some time and then see if she realizes what she did.' Ephram was in deep thought about the whole thing while he was riding back to Everwood. He didn't want to think that Annette was actually trying to do anything with him, but he also knew it was a possibility.
He was so deep in thought that when he was about to cross the bridge he didn't see that an old pick-up truck was coming right at him. The thing was, the truck wasn't in the wrong lane, but Ephram was. By the time he noticed the vehicle, it was about twenty feet away from him. He was about to get hit.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the character in this story, except Annette, and Dr. Taylor, the rest belong to the WB.
Rating: PG-13
Ephram woke up early the next day, but not too early. It was about five- thirty when he looked at his clock, and he had been awake for over twenty minutes, just sitting in bed. He hadn't been thinking about anything, just sitting there, doing nothing.
He finally decided to get up and start getting ready for school. He took a shower and got dressed. He got his books and homework together and put them in his backpack. He went down to the kitchen to get some breakfast, but when he looked at the clock in there, it was five till seven. Apparently he had taken more time than he thought. He ran to the window to see if Bright was in the driveway, he had just pulled up.
"Well, there goes starting this well." Ephram grabbed his bag and walked outside. He was extremely hungry, but he would have to wait until lunch, even if lunch would probably kill him. The food was always awful.
"How are you doing today, Ephram?" Amy scooted over to the middle.
"I've been better." Amy looked at him with a small hint of concern on her face, "I didn't get any breakfast and I'm starving." Ephram smiled so she didn't feel bad.
"Oh, well we can stop for something on the way, can't we Bright?" Amy nudged her brother in the side.
"If you want to man, that would be fine with me." Bright looked over at Ephram, who looked half asleep.
Ephram sat still for a minute, "Whatever, I don't care." He kept looking out the front.
"Well then, I guess we're going to the diner really fast." Bright made a right turn where he would normally go straight, "Dude, I'll pay for this, you look wiped."
"That's about how I feel." Ephram gave him a small smile and then closed his eyes.
Amy watched Bright walk inside the diner, and then turned to Ephram, "are you feeling okay? You don't look so good."
He reopened his eyes and looked at Amy, "I'm fine, I just need some breakfast, and then I'll be set for the rest of the day."
Ephram wasn't joking. When Bright came back out and gave him his food, Ephram was as happy as could be, and he looked a lot better, too. He went through the day without a care in the world. He had actually forgotten about Annette for awhile, until he came home and saw there was a message on his machine.
He was the only one home, because his dad had to work late, and Delia was still at school. He pushed the button on the answering machine, and then walked into the kitchen to get something else to eat, he was still hungry.
"Hey Ephram, this is Annette." Something about her sounded different. It wasn't a good different either, "I think we need to talk. My parents blew me off earlier today, but I didn't do anything." Ephram walked back into the entryway, holding a piece of bread in his hand, "I'm at home and I'm going to be here all day. Please, whenever you get this come over. I really need to talk to someone, really bad." There was a sound in the background, like somebody else was there, but no alarm really went off in Ephram's head, "Please come over as soon as you can. It isn't a big deal, but I do need to talk to you." Ephram was wondering why Annette kept repeating the same thing over and over again. He began to get a little worried, "Well, I guess I'll see you whenever you get here. Bye." She hung up with a bit of difficulty, and that wasn't like her either.
Ephram stood by the phone for a minute, thinking. 'Okay, she said her parents blew her off earlier today, but why would they do that? Why, after saying they wanted to get to know her again, or something, would they do that?'
Ephram didn't really care at that moment; he just needed to get to Annette's place, in the next town over. "This should be fun. How am I going to get there, I only went to the bridge before!" Ephram talked to himself as he went to his bike.
Just before he rode out of the driveway, Bright pulled up, "Hey Ephram, you left your backpack in here. I was just returning it..." Bright looked at Ephram and realized he was leaving, "Where are you going? It's freezing outside."
"I have to go to a friend's house." Ephram looked at Bright and hoped he would just leave, but the red truck just stayed in the driveway, "I have to go." Before he could be stopped, Ephram was out of the driveway and down the street. By the time Bright pulled out of the Brown's driveway, Ephram had turned a corner and was now well on his way to Annette's house.
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By the time Ephram reached Annette's driveway it was four, and he was worn out. He got off of his bike and ran to the door, "Annette, are you in there?" Ephram called for her before he even knocked. There was really no need to even do that, because she was sitting by the window waiting for him.
"It took you long enough to get here." Annette was smiling, and that really confused Ephram.
"Sorry, I had to ride my bike here," Ephram looked back and pointed to his mode of transportation, "It doesn't go very fast.
Annette laughed a little, "I can see that." She opened the door wider and let Ephram inside.
"So, do you have any idea as to why your folks blew you off today?" Ephram took a seat on the couch.
"No, I didn't do anything. I just walked outside when they pulled up, and when I walked up to the car my mom rolled down the window and looked at me, almost as if she were disgusted or something. She told me that they couldn't take me out today, but maybe tomorrow. They pulled away fast, Ephram. It was like they were trying to get away from me."
"Did you ever stop to think that maybe they were busy and couldn't get in contact with you?" Ephram thought he was wasting time there, because Annette was worrying about silly little things.
"Well, yeah. But this was different. They really didn't look very happy for some reason, and I get this weird feeling that that reason is me." Annette sat down beside Ephram, to him, she seemed a little too close, "I don't know why they don't like me, I didn't do anything wrong."
Annette was getting to close for Ephram's comfort, but he didn't do anything, because he just thought she was upset. He sat thinking for a minute, "Maybe they were mad at somebody else, and that's why they were busy, and so they couldn't talk with you today." Annette scooted a little closer to Ephram.
"Yeah, maybe, but maybe they don't want me anymore. They don't know me that well, and they might have thought I was the same girl they threw out before. But I've changed, Ephram. I really have." Ephram was beginning to get very uncomfortable with Annette as close as she was. She had scooted right up next to him, and was now practically breathing down his neck.
"Uh, Annette," Ephram jumped up from his seat, "I really don't like the way this little 'talk' is going, and I have to do...Um, something...Like spend time with my girlfriend, but, uh, I'll talk to you tomorrow. Maybe you should give you parents another shot, they might have just had something else to do today that took up there time with you." Ephram backed toward the door slowly, "I have to go, uh, nobody knows where I am." He opened the door and walked out, leaving Annette alone with her thoughts.
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Ephram had run out of the house in a panic, he didn't know what had gotten into Annette, and he didn't want to stick around to find out. She would be fine, and he knew that. He had also gotten on his bike, and was now heading for Amy's house. He didn't want to go home just yet.
"I can't believe this." Ephram was in so much shock because of what Annette had almost done that he wasn't really watching where he was going, "Wh...What made her think that was okay?" Ephram was disturbed by the whole matter, but he knew he would have to clear his head before he got to where he was going.
'I'll just give her some time and then see if she realizes what she did.' Ephram was in deep thought about the whole thing while he was riding back to Everwood. He didn't want to think that Annette was actually trying to do anything with him, but he also knew it was a possibility.
He was so deep in thought that when he was about to cross the bridge he didn't see that an old pick-up truck was coming right at him. The thing was, the truck wasn't in the wrong lane, but Ephram was. By the time he noticed the vehicle, it was about twenty feet away from him. He was about to get hit.