Ephram laid in hid bed willing sleep to come over him but mo such luck. His mind began to automatically to think of Amy, like it always did when he couldn't fill his thoughts with someone or something else. He thought back to their junior year when all it was, was fighting with themselves. They both knew the passion was there but neither of them could do a thing about it. Ephram was with a girl from his science class, Lynn. He liked her but it was more of a gesture of moving on from Amy more so than for anything else. Amy was with Chris. He was just another Colin, basketball star and jock. He and Bright got along great but it was at a time when Bright still hadn't accepted the death of his dear friend. When Chris dumped Amy because he said the feelings just weren't right, she came back to Ephram looking for comfort. He helped her through but he could tell she wanted more than that. But then again Amy could never really decide what she wanted. Ephram knew if he gave her a chance she would be want to go out, but he didn't want to be just another guy making a brief stop in her life, he wanted to be the one that would always be on her mind. He wanted to be the one. She waited for him one day during the week after homecoming. That was the first of many fights to come that year.

"Hey E what's going on," Amy said as she walked to him and leaned against the brick wall of the school. "Just taking a breather, I have study hall right now with Mrs. Minder and you know how she is, plus no one else would even remember I'm in that class, so it's all good." I leaned a little farther to the left so that me and Amy's arms where no longer touching. She didn't seem to notice so I kept on with the conversation."
"So what are you doing here, you have lunch right about now don't you?" "Yeah but Bright is acting like a total loser, trying to drink a whole gallon of orange juice in one minute. It's disgusting. Anyways I wanted to be alone for a little but to, just to contemplate a few things."
"Oh well in that case I'll just leave so you can get to some thinking," I stated brashly. We hadn't been getting along very well considering Amy for some reason or another had been ignoring me.
"Don't be silly Eph, I probably think better when you're around anyways." "Listen Amy I really should be getting inside the period is almost over anyways," I added in nonchalantly. "Why won't you just talk to me? I'm not having the best of days here and the one friend that's always been here for me suddenly decides just to ignore me," Amy spat out loudly. She slid down the side of the wall and ended up in a sitting position. "Me, Me, I'm not the one whose been doing the ignoring Amy. For the first time I am positive I have had nothing to with this at all. It's you Amy, all you. You ignored me, can you blame me for returning the favor," I yelled loudly. Since the beginning of this year you have barely said two words to me. I can't just be here when ever you want me to. That's not what a friendship is. Before this year I considered you a friend, but I've come to realize your nothing to me at all. I tried to be there for you, to show you someone cared. Every time I told you something was wrong with Colin you brushed it of, but you didn't mind throwing my faults in my face. Maybe you where right a long time ago, I should have moved on. Goodbye Amy. "Ephram wait! Stop it. You're acting like a big baby." "Whatever Amy think what you will, but I'm sick of always being there and never getting anything in return.
I never got any tears from arguments mostly, not like Colin had. She wasn't sad to see me go, she was angry. I saw it in her face and eyes every time we saw each other. Somehow knowing where we stood made things easier for me. Later that day is when I asked out Lynn Carter. Just to prove to Amy I was moving on. I always felt bad about it because she got into the middle of a fight that would break her heart. I never realized how much she truly cared for me. All I saw was Amy. Amy and Chris. Again I was on the losing side of an argument because I knew I still wanted her. To hold her, smell her, kiss her. I wanted the feeling of her arms around me. Whether I wanted to believe it or not, it wasn't just her who need me it was me who needed her.

And I still do.