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Disclaimer: I don't own Everwood. I wish I owned Ephram though! *Wink Wink*
Intervention
Chapter 2: The Aftermath
"C'mon, open!" Ephram urged, as he spun the combination to his locker a third time. "Stupid locker." He muttered, resorting to a last measure: a good hard kick. Success, the locker flew open, but not without releasing his math book, which fell on his foot. "Ow." He remarked to himself, leaning down to pick it up. As he did, he noticed a pair of brown boots, which belonged to a tall blonde.
"You alright?" Amy asked, reaching over to pick up the history binder, which had also fallen. She handed it to him as he got up.
"Yeah." He replied, taking it from her. "You'd think after 5 months I would have the locker situation under control."
"Nah, don't feel bad. Bright's been here 3 years, and he still has trouble." She motioned to her brother, across the hall, who was slamming his fist against his locker.
"That's reassuring." He remarked, sarcastically. He reached in and grabbed the supplies for his first few classes. "So did you need something?" he asked, turning back to her. Usually her mornings were spent strolling the halls on the arm of Golden Boy.
"Um, actually, I was making sure you were ok." She told him.
"The locker thing." He asked, puzzled. "I'm fine. It happens frequently."
"No, I meant your arm." She replied.
"What about my arm?" he played dumb; he didn't want her to know. "It's fine."
"Ephram, you don't have to lie to protect me." Said Amy, quietly. "I know about the fight."
"Well, it wasn't so much a fight as Colin attacking me." Ephram replied, shutting the locker. "It's a good thing your brother was there, because I'm not exactly the fighting type."
"Yeah, well, I'm sure Bright did enough to cause it." Amy reasoned. "He probably felt bad."
"The shocking thing is, he didn't cause it." Ephram explained. "I'm as surprised as you are. It was the first time I've heard Bright go 5 minutes without making some dumbass remark."
"Why would Colin just hit you guys then?" Amy asked, puzzled.
"I dunno." Ephram replied. "I guess my getting takeout pissed him off."
Amy made a face. "Look, Ephram. I know you don't have the best impression of Colin right now, but he just gets really frustrated. I'm sure he'll work whatever it is out. Just do me a favor."
"What?" asked Ephram, knowing pretty much what she was going to ask.
"Just, please don't mention this to your father, ok?" She pleaded. "I know it'll be over soon."
"Do you?" Ephram asked, looking her in the eyes. "Because from what I see, that's not typical pre-coma Golden Boy behavior. And I would hate to see everything you've worked for go down the drain because you say something to upset him and he turns into a girlfriend beating social reject."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Amy asked, indignantly.
"It means, where's he gonna stop, Amy?" Ephram replied.
Just then, Colin came over to where the two were standing.
"Hey." He greeted casually.
Ephram just walked away without saying anything.
"Tough crowd." Colin commented, as he and Amy started down the hall.
"Yeah, well Ephram seemed pretty upset about last night." Amy commented.
"What, last night?" Colin remarked. "That was all just a big misunderstanding. We're cool."
"Are you?" Amy asked, half-heartedly. "Because he didn't seem too cool a second ago."
"Yeah, well, I don't really like that Ephram character anyway. I don't think you should hang around him anymore." Colin suggested.
"Whatever." Amy remarked, entering her homeroom.
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TBC!
Review!
Disclaimer: I don't own Everwood. I wish I owned Ephram though! *Wink Wink*
Intervention
Chapter 2: The Aftermath
"C'mon, open!" Ephram urged, as he spun the combination to his locker a third time. "Stupid locker." He muttered, resorting to a last measure: a good hard kick. Success, the locker flew open, but not without releasing his math book, which fell on his foot. "Ow." He remarked to himself, leaning down to pick it up. As he did, he noticed a pair of brown boots, which belonged to a tall blonde.
"You alright?" Amy asked, reaching over to pick up the history binder, which had also fallen. She handed it to him as he got up.
"Yeah." He replied, taking it from her. "You'd think after 5 months I would have the locker situation under control."
"Nah, don't feel bad. Bright's been here 3 years, and he still has trouble." She motioned to her brother, across the hall, who was slamming his fist against his locker.
"That's reassuring." He remarked, sarcastically. He reached in and grabbed the supplies for his first few classes. "So did you need something?" he asked, turning back to her. Usually her mornings were spent strolling the halls on the arm of Golden Boy.
"Um, actually, I was making sure you were ok." She told him.
"The locker thing." He asked, puzzled. "I'm fine. It happens frequently."
"No, I meant your arm." She replied.
"What about my arm?" he played dumb; he didn't want her to know. "It's fine."
"Ephram, you don't have to lie to protect me." Said Amy, quietly. "I know about the fight."
"Well, it wasn't so much a fight as Colin attacking me." Ephram replied, shutting the locker. "It's a good thing your brother was there, because I'm not exactly the fighting type."
"Yeah, well, I'm sure Bright did enough to cause it." Amy reasoned. "He probably felt bad."
"The shocking thing is, he didn't cause it." Ephram explained. "I'm as surprised as you are. It was the first time I've heard Bright go 5 minutes without making some dumbass remark."
"Why would Colin just hit you guys then?" Amy asked, puzzled.
"I dunno." Ephram replied. "I guess my getting takeout pissed him off."
Amy made a face. "Look, Ephram. I know you don't have the best impression of Colin right now, but he just gets really frustrated. I'm sure he'll work whatever it is out. Just do me a favor."
"What?" asked Ephram, knowing pretty much what she was going to ask.
"Just, please don't mention this to your father, ok?" She pleaded. "I know it'll be over soon."
"Do you?" Ephram asked, looking her in the eyes. "Because from what I see, that's not typical pre-coma Golden Boy behavior. And I would hate to see everything you've worked for go down the drain because you say something to upset him and he turns into a girlfriend beating social reject."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Amy asked, indignantly.
"It means, where's he gonna stop, Amy?" Ephram replied.
Just then, Colin came over to where the two were standing.
"Hey." He greeted casually.
Ephram just walked away without saying anything.
"Tough crowd." Colin commented, as he and Amy started down the hall.
"Yeah, well Ephram seemed pretty upset about last night." Amy commented.
"What, last night?" Colin remarked. "That was all just a big misunderstanding. We're cool."
"Are you?" Amy asked, half-heartedly. "Because he didn't seem too cool a second ago."
"Yeah, well, I don't really like that Ephram character anyway. I don't think you should hang around him anymore." Colin suggested.
"Whatever." Amy remarked, entering her homeroom.
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TBC!
Review!