Summary: Amy breaks up with Colin. Is this Ephram's golden oppritunity? Or
is he just set up for another heartbreak?
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, except maybe a pack of Winterfresh and a hairbrush. Don't sue.
A/N: I already have one Everwood fic, but I thought I'd get started on another one anyway. Let me know what you think.
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"I'm sorry, Colin. I know things have been rough for us... but it's not what it used to be. Our love... it's... well, it's gone." Amy said slowly, hardly able to believe the words coming out of her own mouth. They were at her house, sitting on the couch. She was facing Colin, but he had refused to face her. He was staring straight ahead, jaw clapsed tight, heart aching. "Colin... Colin, say something!"
"Ephram," was all the young boy could muster. Amy felt her face flush.
"Ephram?" she tried to ask, casually.
"Ephram." He said, this time in a more final tone.
"Colin, you're not making sense!"
"I think you know what I'm saying, Amy," Colin said, bitterly.
"No, I don't think I do." Colin turned to face her.
"Yes, you do! You and Ephram-- ever since I came back, I could sense it, Amy. I love you. You waited for me to awake. And in turn, I've found myself waiting for you. And from who? I'm waiting for you to make a choice. Ephram and I."
"Colin, that's not it."
"Yes, Amy," he said sadly, "It is."
"No. I'm not going to go out with Ephram. Colin, don't you understand? Our love.. it doesn't seem to be there anymore. You... you're not...," tears started to fall down Amy's face. "You're not the boy I fell in love with," she finally said, whispering it so lowly, it was hard to make up the words. Colin's head snapped towards her.
"I'm not the boy you fell in love with?" He bursted, jumping to his feet. "Well, isn't that a surprise. YOU try being in an accident, being in a coma for months, and then waking up without having ANY memories of ANYTHING! How the HELL do you suspect me to be the same guy I was before the accident? Damnit, Amy!" Colin grabbed his coat off of the back of the cream coloured couch. "Good luck with Ephram, Amy," he said bitterly. He then stormed out of the house.
Amy sat on the couch, tears streaming slowly down her face. How long she sat there, she had no clue. She was jerked into life when the door bell rang. She waited to hear foot steps coming down the stairs, to answer the door. When the bell rang again, and no one answered, she got up. She walked into the foyer, and opened the door slowly. Ephram stood on the other side of the door.
"Amy, hi." Ephram squinted, taking in her face. Her eyes were puffy and red. "Are you okay?" He jerked his thumb over his shoulder. "I just saw Colin at the diner. He was fuming. I figured you might want to know."
"I already know," she said, flatly.
"Okay. Uh, well, I'd better go then." Ephram turned and jogged down the steps.
"No, don't!" Ephram turned at the urgency in her voice.
"What?"
"Come in, please," Amy begged. "Please." Ephram looked at his watch.
"Okay," Ephram said, skeptically. He walked up the steps, and into the Abbott home. Amy closed the door firmly behind him. She took him by the arm, and led him into the living room. Ephram sat on the couch, watching Amy. She was pacing up and down her living room, tears still slowly streaming down her face. "Amy?" he prompted, softly, with more emotion then he intended. He bit his lip. "Are you okay?" he asked, more cooly this time.
"Colin... we broke up, Ephram." She stopped pacing. She pivoted to face him. "I said some things I probably shouldn't have. And he screamed, yelled, cursed... and left. I'm sure he's fuming all over town. But...," tears started to fall more rapidly down her face now. "I didn't love him any more," she cried. "I didn't love him."
Ephram jumped up, and led her to the couch. He held her in his arms, letting her cry on his shoulder. 'What am I doing?' Ephram asked himself. 'What am I doing?!' Ephram sat there a long time, just holding Amy, letting her cry. Soon, she was all cried out, her sobs no longer came with tears. They were just long, dry hiccups. She pulled her head back, and gazed up and Ephram.
"I'm sorry, Ephram. I didn't mean to become so emotional." Amy wiped away the tears with the back of her hand. Ephram barely nodded. Amy gazed at Ephram, unable to break her eyes away. She leaned forward, towards his face, and kissed him gently on the lips. Ephram kissed back, still shocked at what was happening. When she pulled away, Ephram felt his face flush.
"W-what was that?" he asked.
"Just a thank you."
"Amy," Ephram said, standing up. "You're emotional right now, and you don't know what you're doing."
"No, but Ephram, I do."
"No, you don't. Have the night to think about it, and I'll see you in school tomorrow."
"But Ephram, wait!" Amy called. Ephram zipped out the house, leaving a confused Amy behind.
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The next day in school, Ephram couldn't find Amy all day. Upon entering, he went straight to her locker, but she wasn't there. He went to her homeroom, but she wasn't there either. He waited until a minute before the bell rang, then had to dash back to his own home room. At lunch, she wasn't there either. 'Where the hell is she?' he wondered, confused. 'She had to have come in today.' He walked to his locker, and took out his books for next class. He still had a half hour until his next class, so he started to wander around the building. He heard shrieking laughter coming from down the hall. 'Great,' he thought with an eye-roll. 'It might be the new Mr. and Mrs. Everwood.'
Ephram turned the corner, and followed the laughter. He could use a scene like what he expected to find to make him laugh.
"Brian, stop," the voice squealed. Ephram stopped in his tracks. That sounded familiar, that voice. Very, very familiar. He started moving again, this time quicker. And when he saw the couple, they were leaning against a locker, a girl with very long, brown hair kissing a blonde boy, wearing a letterman's jacket. Ephram stopped and stared.
"Amy?" he questioned.
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What do you think? how was it?
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, except maybe a pack of Winterfresh and a hairbrush. Don't sue.
A/N: I already have one Everwood fic, but I thought I'd get started on another one anyway. Let me know what you think.
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"I'm sorry, Colin. I know things have been rough for us... but it's not what it used to be. Our love... it's... well, it's gone." Amy said slowly, hardly able to believe the words coming out of her own mouth. They were at her house, sitting on the couch. She was facing Colin, but he had refused to face her. He was staring straight ahead, jaw clapsed tight, heart aching. "Colin... Colin, say something!"
"Ephram," was all the young boy could muster. Amy felt her face flush.
"Ephram?" she tried to ask, casually.
"Ephram." He said, this time in a more final tone.
"Colin, you're not making sense!"
"I think you know what I'm saying, Amy," Colin said, bitterly.
"No, I don't think I do." Colin turned to face her.
"Yes, you do! You and Ephram-- ever since I came back, I could sense it, Amy. I love you. You waited for me to awake. And in turn, I've found myself waiting for you. And from who? I'm waiting for you to make a choice. Ephram and I."
"Colin, that's not it."
"Yes, Amy," he said sadly, "It is."
"No. I'm not going to go out with Ephram. Colin, don't you understand? Our love.. it doesn't seem to be there anymore. You... you're not...," tears started to fall down Amy's face. "You're not the boy I fell in love with," she finally said, whispering it so lowly, it was hard to make up the words. Colin's head snapped towards her.
"I'm not the boy you fell in love with?" He bursted, jumping to his feet. "Well, isn't that a surprise. YOU try being in an accident, being in a coma for months, and then waking up without having ANY memories of ANYTHING! How the HELL do you suspect me to be the same guy I was before the accident? Damnit, Amy!" Colin grabbed his coat off of the back of the cream coloured couch. "Good luck with Ephram, Amy," he said bitterly. He then stormed out of the house.
Amy sat on the couch, tears streaming slowly down her face. How long she sat there, she had no clue. She was jerked into life when the door bell rang. She waited to hear foot steps coming down the stairs, to answer the door. When the bell rang again, and no one answered, she got up. She walked into the foyer, and opened the door slowly. Ephram stood on the other side of the door.
"Amy, hi." Ephram squinted, taking in her face. Her eyes were puffy and red. "Are you okay?" He jerked his thumb over his shoulder. "I just saw Colin at the diner. He was fuming. I figured you might want to know."
"I already know," she said, flatly.
"Okay. Uh, well, I'd better go then." Ephram turned and jogged down the steps.
"No, don't!" Ephram turned at the urgency in her voice.
"What?"
"Come in, please," Amy begged. "Please." Ephram looked at his watch.
"Okay," Ephram said, skeptically. He walked up the steps, and into the Abbott home. Amy closed the door firmly behind him. She took him by the arm, and led him into the living room. Ephram sat on the couch, watching Amy. She was pacing up and down her living room, tears still slowly streaming down her face. "Amy?" he prompted, softly, with more emotion then he intended. He bit his lip. "Are you okay?" he asked, more cooly this time.
"Colin... we broke up, Ephram." She stopped pacing. She pivoted to face him. "I said some things I probably shouldn't have. And he screamed, yelled, cursed... and left. I'm sure he's fuming all over town. But...," tears started to fall more rapidly down her face now. "I didn't love him any more," she cried. "I didn't love him."
Ephram jumped up, and led her to the couch. He held her in his arms, letting her cry on his shoulder. 'What am I doing?' Ephram asked himself. 'What am I doing?!' Ephram sat there a long time, just holding Amy, letting her cry. Soon, she was all cried out, her sobs no longer came with tears. They were just long, dry hiccups. She pulled her head back, and gazed up and Ephram.
"I'm sorry, Ephram. I didn't mean to become so emotional." Amy wiped away the tears with the back of her hand. Ephram barely nodded. Amy gazed at Ephram, unable to break her eyes away. She leaned forward, towards his face, and kissed him gently on the lips. Ephram kissed back, still shocked at what was happening. When she pulled away, Ephram felt his face flush.
"W-what was that?" he asked.
"Just a thank you."
"Amy," Ephram said, standing up. "You're emotional right now, and you don't know what you're doing."
"No, but Ephram, I do."
"No, you don't. Have the night to think about it, and I'll see you in school tomorrow."
"But Ephram, wait!" Amy called. Ephram zipped out the house, leaving a confused Amy behind.
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The next day in school, Ephram couldn't find Amy all day. Upon entering, he went straight to her locker, but she wasn't there. He went to her homeroom, but she wasn't there either. He waited until a minute before the bell rang, then had to dash back to his own home room. At lunch, she wasn't there either. 'Where the hell is she?' he wondered, confused. 'She had to have come in today.' He walked to his locker, and took out his books for next class. He still had a half hour until his next class, so he started to wander around the building. He heard shrieking laughter coming from down the hall. 'Great,' he thought with an eye-roll. 'It might be the new Mr. and Mrs. Everwood.'
Ephram turned the corner, and followed the laughter. He could use a scene like what he expected to find to make him laugh.
"Brian, stop," the voice squealed. Ephram stopped in his tracks. That sounded familiar, that voice. Very, very familiar. He started moving again, this time quicker. And when he saw the couple, they were leaning against a locker, a girl with very long, brown hair kissing a blonde boy, wearing a letterman's jacket. Ephram stopped and stared.
"Amy?" he questioned.
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What do you think? how was it?
