A/N: I know, I know….. I am getting tired of all the hate mail that's coming my way for not updating my lovli story….. And you! Yeah you! The one who sent me itching powder! So not funny……..

Chapter 5

Amy recovered.

She didn't recover quickly.

Or gracefully.

Or even very well.

But she recovered.

"What-what-what are you doing here?" she stu-stu-stuttered.

"What am I doing here? Living. Cuz I live here." Ephram said, looking from one girl to the next.

"Not you! Her!" Amy pointed wildly at Sam, who still looked as if someone had woken her up from a deep sleep with a bucket of ice water. Which isn't such as bad idea, now that I think about it….

"Her. She has a name, Amy. And what are you doing here? We've established what I'm doing here. Sam's here cuz she wants to be here. What are you doing here?" Ephram was starting to get a teeny tiny bit defensive, if you ask me. But nobody ever does, do they?

"I'm here to give you this stupid music book! But obviously you don't need one. So I'm going to go and leave you to your playing!" Amy threw the soggy book down on the steps and spun around, spattering Sam and Ephram with water.

"Amy! Wait!"

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Sam had no idea what she was doing. She rarely does. But this time she had even less of an idea what she was doing.

Amy turned around again to face the girl.

"What?" she spat. "Why can't I leave? You obviously want to be alone together, and I'm just-"

"Shut the fuck up, Amy."

"What?" Amy blinked rapidly, many times. What exactly does blinking *do*? Amy is living proof that it doesn't help you say witty intelligent things….. Some things are just unfathomable….

Sam straightened her shoulders and sighed.

"Amy, shut the fuck up. I don't want to hurt your feelings, or injure your pride, but some things need to be said. Moat and I? Not together. You and Moat? Not together. So you have no right whatsoever to go jealous-girlfriend on me. None. Uhn-uhn. Numero whatever-the Spanish-word-for-zero. So shut up. Moat and me were playing piano. Perhaps you heard us? Come in. Right now."

Amy was baffled. And whiffled.

She wordlessly slipped past Ephram into his house. Sam followed. Ephram remained.

Alone.

Staring out into the rain.

Horribly, horribly, HORRIBLY confused.

But then, as I've said before, what's new?