This is the last chapter of the story. I don't care if it doesn't get
finished. No one reviews, so I have no point in doing it. Contrary to what
I said, I am not going to make this a long chapter. It's going to be a
short one that will most probably summarize the story up in a few
paragraphs.
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Ephram pulled up to the school gym and locked his bike on the bike racks.
"Why am I doing this?" he murmered to himself, kicking angrily at a pebble on the ground. He shoved his hands under his arms, and stepped into the warm gym. Wendell was on a ladder to the side of the room, hanging up streamers. A disco-ball had been set up on a small stage, and a buffet line had appeared.
"Ephram!" Wendell exlaimed, waving wildly. He started to wobble, and struggled to regain his balance, but to no effect. He slipped off the ladder and landed on the floor with a thud. "Ow.." he said softly. Ephram walked over and gave him a hand, hoisting him up.
"Looks like everything is basically done."
"It is. Moved the party to start at five thirty. In ten minutes."
"FIVE THIRTY! Wendell, are you crazy? No party starts at five thirty!"
"Whatever, man, mine does. So, take off your jacket."
"And put it where?" Ephram asked dryly.
"Coat room, duh."
"And where would THAT be?"
Wendell rolled his eyes. "See over there, the little booth infront of the door? Well, thats the coat 'room'. Give it to the person behind the booth, they put a name tag on it, and carry it through the door which leads into the locker room and he hangs it up there."
"Whatever." Ephram made his way to the booth, and saw a tired looking man sitting there. Ephram handed the coat over.
"Name?"
"Ephram."
"Spell it."
"E..p..h..r..a..m"
"Alright, kid, you're set." The man dissapeared behind the door, and Ephram turned. He watched as the door opened, and loads of kids emereged into the gym. Ephram squinted and realized that jocks were there too, not only losers. Ephram saw the DJ setting up on the stage, and hurried over to Wendell.
"Wendell! How'd you get them all here?"
"Don't worry about it. Just go and enjoy, man!" Wendell gave Ephram a shove. Ephram slowly walked forward and around the gym. The lights went off, and the disco lights started grazing all over the gym. The DJ started playing music. The dance floor was dead, however, since everyone was checking in their coats. Wendell was standing by the door, smiling and greeting people, and taking gifts. He placed them all on a table next to the door. Ephram took a seat on the side of the gym, where little tables had been set up to eat. The middle had been cleared for dancing.
For the next few hours, Ephram sat and watched everyone dance. Couples grinded; couples kissed; couples laughed. He sat miserably, wishing to be home; anywhere but here. Finally, as it was nearing one AM, a slow slong filled the room, and the the crowd on the dance floor dispersed, and couples paired off. Epram watched as Ashlee put her arms around Bright's neck, and he placed his arms around her waist. They whispered softly to each other the whole time, dancing in harmony. Ephram groaned, memories of 'Ashlee Evans LUVS Ephram Brown' coarsing through his head. Ephram eyed the dance floor, and spotted Amy's friend, Kayla, dancing with a jock who Ephram couldn't place a name to. His eyes scanned the floor once more, looking for Amy, but not wanting to make it obvious. He couldn't find her. He saw Colin, however, dancing with Trisha McHart, the head cheerleader. Colin held her close. Her arms were wrapped tightly around his neck, and he crooked his head, gazing into her eyes. Ephram's stomach flipped over. It made no sense. Colin.. and Trisha? And the way they looked at each other. As he watched, Trisha leaned up and kissed Colin softly. Colin kissed her back, on of his hands touching her cheek gently.
"Disgusting, isn't it?" A voice whispered, coming from behind Ephram. Snapping out of his thoughts, Ephram turned in his chair. Amy was standing there. She grabbed a chair and pulled it next to Ephram. "So soon, too. You'd think...," she trailed off, not caring to finish the sentance. Ephram opened his mouth to say something, but instead turned the other way and scanned the dancefloor once more. Bright and Ashlee had also chosen that moment to kiss. And as Ephram looked around again, many other couples were doing so. "Ephram, talk to me."
"No," Ephram said softly. He didn't even look in her direction.
"I'm sorry," She whispered.
"Good, you should be," he whispered back.
"Ephram...," emotion filled her voice. Ephram turned to face her. Not thinking of what was happening, Amy took his cheeks in her hands, and brought his face towards hers. She kissed him softly, her heart quickening during the process. Happiness, relief, and love coursed through her veins. When she broke away, she looked at him, hope filling her eyes, but sorrow also creeping in. Ephram still stood silent, but this time, it wasn't a bad silence. Another slow song filled the air. "Want to dance?" Amy asked. Ephram nodded, and stood. He took her hand and led her to the middle of the dance floor. Amy wrapped her arms around him, and Ephram did the same. "I love you," Amy whispered. Ephram smiled for a quick second, and stared into Amy's eyes. Swaying in the smooth rhythm, Ephram felt like he could lose himself in Amy's eyes forever.
And Amy felt the same way.
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The end. I'm not going to finish the Nina-Andy thing. I wanted this story to continue on.. this wasn't the way I intended it to end.. not at all.. but whatever. I did it since I wasn't getting enough responses and I'm not going to waste time if people don't appreciate it. So, this is it. The end.
~
Ephram pulled up to the school gym and locked his bike on the bike racks.
"Why am I doing this?" he murmered to himself, kicking angrily at a pebble on the ground. He shoved his hands under his arms, and stepped into the warm gym. Wendell was on a ladder to the side of the room, hanging up streamers. A disco-ball had been set up on a small stage, and a buffet line had appeared.
"Ephram!" Wendell exlaimed, waving wildly. He started to wobble, and struggled to regain his balance, but to no effect. He slipped off the ladder and landed on the floor with a thud. "Ow.." he said softly. Ephram walked over and gave him a hand, hoisting him up.
"Looks like everything is basically done."
"It is. Moved the party to start at five thirty. In ten minutes."
"FIVE THIRTY! Wendell, are you crazy? No party starts at five thirty!"
"Whatever, man, mine does. So, take off your jacket."
"And put it where?" Ephram asked dryly.
"Coat room, duh."
"And where would THAT be?"
Wendell rolled his eyes. "See over there, the little booth infront of the door? Well, thats the coat 'room'. Give it to the person behind the booth, they put a name tag on it, and carry it through the door which leads into the locker room and he hangs it up there."
"Whatever." Ephram made his way to the booth, and saw a tired looking man sitting there. Ephram handed the coat over.
"Name?"
"Ephram."
"Spell it."
"E..p..h..r..a..m"
"Alright, kid, you're set." The man dissapeared behind the door, and Ephram turned. He watched as the door opened, and loads of kids emereged into the gym. Ephram squinted and realized that jocks were there too, not only losers. Ephram saw the DJ setting up on the stage, and hurried over to Wendell.
"Wendell! How'd you get them all here?"
"Don't worry about it. Just go and enjoy, man!" Wendell gave Ephram a shove. Ephram slowly walked forward and around the gym. The lights went off, and the disco lights started grazing all over the gym. The DJ started playing music. The dance floor was dead, however, since everyone was checking in their coats. Wendell was standing by the door, smiling and greeting people, and taking gifts. He placed them all on a table next to the door. Ephram took a seat on the side of the gym, where little tables had been set up to eat. The middle had been cleared for dancing.
For the next few hours, Ephram sat and watched everyone dance. Couples grinded; couples kissed; couples laughed. He sat miserably, wishing to be home; anywhere but here. Finally, as it was nearing one AM, a slow slong filled the room, and the the crowd on the dance floor dispersed, and couples paired off. Epram watched as Ashlee put her arms around Bright's neck, and he placed his arms around her waist. They whispered softly to each other the whole time, dancing in harmony. Ephram groaned, memories of 'Ashlee Evans LUVS Ephram Brown' coarsing through his head. Ephram eyed the dance floor, and spotted Amy's friend, Kayla, dancing with a jock who Ephram couldn't place a name to. His eyes scanned the floor once more, looking for Amy, but not wanting to make it obvious. He couldn't find her. He saw Colin, however, dancing with Trisha McHart, the head cheerleader. Colin held her close. Her arms were wrapped tightly around his neck, and he crooked his head, gazing into her eyes. Ephram's stomach flipped over. It made no sense. Colin.. and Trisha? And the way they looked at each other. As he watched, Trisha leaned up and kissed Colin softly. Colin kissed her back, on of his hands touching her cheek gently.
"Disgusting, isn't it?" A voice whispered, coming from behind Ephram. Snapping out of his thoughts, Ephram turned in his chair. Amy was standing there. She grabbed a chair and pulled it next to Ephram. "So soon, too. You'd think...," she trailed off, not caring to finish the sentance. Ephram opened his mouth to say something, but instead turned the other way and scanned the dancefloor once more. Bright and Ashlee had also chosen that moment to kiss. And as Ephram looked around again, many other couples were doing so. "Ephram, talk to me."
"No," Ephram said softly. He didn't even look in her direction.
"I'm sorry," She whispered.
"Good, you should be," he whispered back.
"Ephram...," emotion filled her voice. Ephram turned to face her. Not thinking of what was happening, Amy took his cheeks in her hands, and brought his face towards hers. She kissed him softly, her heart quickening during the process. Happiness, relief, and love coursed through her veins. When she broke away, she looked at him, hope filling her eyes, but sorrow also creeping in. Ephram still stood silent, but this time, it wasn't a bad silence. Another slow song filled the air. "Want to dance?" Amy asked. Ephram nodded, and stood. He took her hand and led her to the middle of the dance floor. Amy wrapped her arms around him, and Ephram did the same. "I love you," Amy whispered. Ephram smiled for a quick second, and stared into Amy's eyes. Swaying in the smooth rhythm, Ephram felt like he could lose himself in Amy's eyes forever.
And Amy felt the same way.
~
The end. I'm not going to finish the Nina-Andy thing. I wanted this story to continue on.. this wasn't the way I intended it to end.. not at all.. but whatever. I did it since I wasn't getting enough responses and I'm not going to waste time if people don't appreciate it. So, this is it. The end.