Ephram and Celia walked down the hallway, leaving the library. They had 10
minutes left before the end of lunch, and Ephram wanted to stop at his
locker and pick up books for his next classes. Celia happily came along,
talking a mile a minute. Ephram looked sideways at her, wondering when she
would shut up. As he got to his locker, he started turning his lock,
entering his conination numbers. He was bad with the lock, and after two
tries, he still couldn't get it. Getting upset, he punched his locker with
all his might, and it popped open. Almost instantly, he moved his feet, as
the books toppled out of his locker, and onto the floor. Celia looked at
him with wide eyes, but then resumed talking. About what, Ephram had no
clue.
"Hey, motor mouth, how 'bout you zip it for a second, and hand me that book by your foot," Ephram called out to her, trying desperately to shut up. Celia bit her lip, and handed the book to Ephram. Taking the books he needed, he slammed his locker shut. "Well, Celia, I think I want to be on time for class for atleast once in my life, so I'll see you around." Ephram turned and started to walk away.
"Hey, wait," Celia called out softly. Ephram rolled his eyes, and whirled around.
"What?!" He asked, suddenly irritated.
"Cool down. It's just... you never got to tell me about your problems. Why you needed a friend. Maybe we can... meet up sometime?" Celia suddenly felt very shy, and stared at her feet.
"Yeah, sure. See you after school." Ephram walked away, leaving Celia behind. Celia stared at Ephram's retreating figure. What is it I like about you, Ephram Brown? There is something hidden beneath your tough-boy persona. And I will get to the bottom of it!
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
At three o'clock, Celia walked over to Ephram, who was waiting for her outside school.
"Hi. I didn't think you'd actually be here," Celia commented. Ephram stared blankly at her. "Well, you had an attitude, and were just annoyed with me. I figured you'd said it to, well, shut me up."
"Obviously not. Let's go, motor mouth," Ephram said, unlocking his bike from the rack. Celia walked down a bit, and started unlocking her own bike. While they were unlocking their bikes, someone approached them. Ephram looked up, and saw Amy.
"Hey, Ephram... can I talk to you? I can ride along with you to your house. We just really need to talk." Celia snapped her head up, looking between Ephram and the girl who had just approached him. Before Ephram could agree, and blow her off, she cleared her throat loudly. Amy turned in her direction. Ephram kept his eyes glued on Amy.
"I'm sorry but Ephram and I have plans today, don't we, Ephram," Celia said coldly, staring the girl down.
"I really don't care," Amy replied, just as icily. "What I have to say to him is more important than what you do." Amy turned towards Ephram. "Ephram, please. I know I hurt you, but I really need to talk to you. It's really important, Ephram," Amy pleaded. Ephram blinked, snapping out of his daze.
"Sorry, Amy, but I made plans with Celia today. Besides, you're the last person I want to speak to. I mean, honestly. If I had to choose between talking to my Dad, or you, I'd choose my Dad. You really showed your true colors today, Amy. You really did." Ephram hopped on his bike, and slowly started to pedal away. Celia turned towards Amy, with a raised eyebrow.
"If you hurt him again, I'll hurt you," Celia said, before hopping on her bike, and quickly pedaling after Ephram. She didn't know who this Amy chick was, but she knew that something had happened between Ephram and Amy. But why am I being so protective of Ephram? She thought. What is it about him that makes me change the way I see things?
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
They biked over to a small, quiet park, and hopped off their bikes. Tying them to a fence, they started to walk slowly through the park.
"What happened? Was Amy the girl you liked?" Celia asked after awhile. Ephram sat down on a bench-swing (A/N: Don't know what they're called. The benches that swing, ya'know?), and Celia sat next to him.
"Yes." Celia waited for him to go on, but he stood quiet.
"Well, what happened?"
Ephram stared solemnly at the ground. Without looking up, he told her the whole story, starting from when he moved to Everwood and ending from when Amy approached him by the bike racks. Celia stared at him, shock and pity registering over her face.
"How can that chick be so mean," she murmered to herself. Ephram looked over at Celia, staring into her eyes. Why do I trust her so much? I don't know her. For all I know, she can be another one of Amy's "clever" ploys, Ephram thought to himself. Celia touched Ephram's face, resting her hand on his cheek. Ephram stared into her eyes, not paying attention to anything but her. Leaning in, Celia kissed him softly on the lips. And, much to his own surprise, Ephram found himself kissing back.
"Hey, motor mouth, how 'bout you zip it for a second, and hand me that book by your foot," Ephram called out to her, trying desperately to shut up. Celia bit her lip, and handed the book to Ephram. Taking the books he needed, he slammed his locker shut. "Well, Celia, I think I want to be on time for class for atleast once in my life, so I'll see you around." Ephram turned and started to walk away.
"Hey, wait," Celia called out softly. Ephram rolled his eyes, and whirled around.
"What?!" He asked, suddenly irritated.
"Cool down. It's just... you never got to tell me about your problems. Why you needed a friend. Maybe we can... meet up sometime?" Celia suddenly felt very shy, and stared at her feet.
"Yeah, sure. See you after school." Ephram walked away, leaving Celia behind. Celia stared at Ephram's retreating figure. What is it I like about you, Ephram Brown? There is something hidden beneath your tough-boy persona. And I will get to the bottom of it!
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
At three o'clock, Celia walked over to Ephram, who was waiting for her outside school.
"Hi. I didn't think you'd actually be here," Celia commented. Ephram stared blankly at her. "Well, you had an attitude, and were just annoyed with me. I figured you'd said it to, well, shut me up."
"Obviously not. Let's go, motor mouth," Ephram said, unlocking his bike from the rack. Celia walked down a bit, and started unlocking her own bike. While they were unlocking their bikes, someone approached them. Ephram looked up, and saw Amy.
"Hey, Ephram... can I talk to you? I can ride along with you to your house. We just really need to talk." Celia snapped her head up, looking between Ephram and the girl who had just approached him. Before Ephram could agree, and blow her off, she cleared her throat loudly. Amy turned in her direction. Ephram kept his eyes glued on Amy.
"I'm sorry but Ephram and I have plans today, don't we, Ephram," Celia said coldly, staring the girl down.
"I really don't care," Amy replied, just as icily. "What I have to say to him is more important than what you do." Amy turned towards Ephram. "Ephram, please. I know I hurt you, but I really need to talk to you. It's really important, Ephram," Amy pleaded. Ephram blinked, snapping out of his daze.
"Sorry, Amy, but I made plans with Celia today. Besides, you're the last person I want to speak to. I mean, honestly. If I had to choose between talking to my Dad, or you, I'd choose my Dad. You really showed your true colors today, Amy. You really did." Ephram hopped on his bike, and slowly started to pedal away. Celia turned towards Amy, with a raised eyebrow.
"If you hurt him again, I'll hurt you," Celia said, before hopping on her bike, and quickly pedaling after Ephram. She didn't know who this Amy chick was, but she knew that something had happened between Ephram and Amy. But why am I being so protective of Ephram? She thought. What is it about him that makes me change the way I see things?
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
They biked over to a small, quiet park, and hopped off their bikes. Tying them to a fence, they started to walk slowly through the park.
"What happened? Was Amy the girl you liked?" Celia asked after awhile. Ephram sat down on a bench-swing (A/N: Don't know what they're called. The benches that swing, ya'know?), and Celia sat next to him.
"Yes." Celia waited for him to go on, but he stood quiet.
"Well, what happened?"
Ephram stared solemnly at the ground. Without looking up, he told her the whole story, starting from when he moved to Everwood and ending from when Amy approached him by the bike racks. Celia stared at him, shock and pity registering over her face.
"How can that chick be so mean," she murmered to herself. Ephram looked over at Celia, staring into her eyes. Why do I trust her so much? I don't know her. For all I know, she can be another one of Amy's "clever" ploys, Ephram thought to himself. Celia touched Ephram's face, resting her hand on his cheek. Ephram stared into her eyes, not paying attention to anything but her. Leaning in, Celia kissed him softly on the lips. And, much to his own surprise, Ephram found himself kissing back.