A/N: I was asked about if a grief camp really existed, and it does, I read
about it once, from what I understand it's a special place specifically for
kids who have lost a loved one within the past year.
Pancake Confessions
"So when did you get in?" Ephram asked. Him and Amy were alone now, as Delia had left only moments before to a trip to Chuck E. Cheese with her friend from school.
"Um like half an hour ago," Amy said pouring more syrup on her pancakes in some sort of geometric design. Ephram looked up surprised.
"That means that you came over here as soon as you dropped off your bags," He said in disbelief. He must be dreaming- Amy Abbot actually came to him first? Amy just shrugged and smiled sheepishly.
"I wanted to be around a friend, to be around my best friend," She confessed.
"And since Kayla wasn't home you decided to come over and visit me instead," he said jokingly, but one look at her face had him wishing he could just retake that last statement.
"You know what she did to me after Colin died. She just stopped being my friend because she blamed you and your dad and me for encouraging your dad," Amy reminded him in a very solemn tone. Her eyes were starting to tear up. Without a second thought, Ephram had her gathered in a hug within moments.
"Shh, it's ok. She's a bitch anyway."
"You know, I don't think Kayla was ever truly my friend. I don't think anyone was ever truly my friend.before you obviously," Amy spoke after a few minutes of light crying. "I mean I was popular and all but when you're popular you really have no friends, it's all a sham, I mean I had Colin up there but he was it."
"I know what that's like," Ephram said. Now it was Amy's turn to be surprised. "Back in New York, I was actually considered popular by my school's standards. We were all a bunch of rich idiots who thought we could actually be punks."
"And were you?"
"To our parents, yeah we died our hair, we were rebellious, but at the end of the day we were just people shamming it. I had like one or two good friends but the rest of them I didn't really like, they were all into partying every second of everyday, my true friends were musicians like me and realized that there was more to life than booze and drugs."
"Did you have a girlfriend back in New York?" Amy said fully aware she was about ready to possibly cross the very fine line that their relationship had grown around.
"Yeah, yeah I did," Ephram looked off, half in remembrance, half in avoidance. "Her name was Missy.Melissa. I had known her since Kindergarten.her apartment was right down the street from mine."
"What happened to her?" Amy knew that the line had been crossed, she could see it in Ephram's face, but she didn't care, and neither did he, because they both knew that it would help Amy.
"My dad moved us out here, her parents got a divorce around the same time, she got shipped off to a boarding school in England, so we decided that we were going to be too far apart and we broke it off," Ephram felt strangely relieved, he had wanted to tell Amy about Missy for a long time, but could never find the words because the truth was he still loved Missy not actively but it was still love. She was his first love and he knew that she would always end up being a major part of his life.
"Do you still talk?" Amy asked.
"Yeah, we IM each other and stuff but I haven't seen her since a few months before I came to Everwood. But I think that's a good thing, because the distance and not being able to talk to her as much as I used to helped me to get over her." Amy froze. She couldn't figure out what he was trying to tell her. Was he over her? She couldn't handle even the thought of that, she knew that somewhere up there in heaven Colin loved her, but she needed to know that someone else loved her on earth. She needed a "home base", as Colin had once put it. No Ephram couldn't be over her. He knew he was going to have to be her home base and he wouldn't' leave her cold like that. Not Ephram Brown.
Pancake Confessions
"So when did you get in?" Ephram asked. Him and Amy were alone now, as Delia had left only moments before to a trip to Chuck E. Cheese with her friend from school.
"Um like half an hour ago," Amy said pouring more syrup on her pancakes in some sort of geometric design. Ephram looked up surprised.
"That means that you came over here as soon as you dropped off your bags," He said in disbelief. He must be dreaming- Amy Abbot actually came to him first? Amy just shrugged and smiled sheepishly.
"I wanted to be around a friend, to be around my best friend," She confessed.
"And since Kayla wasn't home you decided to come over and visit me instead," he said jokingly, but one look at her face had him wishing he could just retake that last statement.
"You know what she did to me after Colin died. She just stopped being my friend because she blamed you and your dad and me for encouraging your dad," Amy reminded him in a very solemn tone. Her eyes were starting to tear up. Without a second thought, Ephram had her gathered in a hug within moments.
"Shh, it's ok. She's a bitch anyway."
"You know, I don't think Kayla was ever truly my friend. I don't think anyone was ever truly my friend.before you obviously," Amy spoke after a few minutes of light crying. "I mean I was popular and all but when you're popular you really have no friends, it's all a sham, I mean I had Colin up there but he was it."
"I know what that's like," Ephram said. Now it was Amy's turn to be surprised. "Back in New York, I was actually considered popular by my school's standards. We were all a bunch of rich idiots who thought we could actually be punks."
"And were you?"
"To our parents, yeah we died our hair, we were rebellious, but at the end of the day we were just people shamming it. I had like one or two good friends but the rest of them I didn't really like, they were all into partying every second of everyday, my true friends were musicians like me and realized that there was more to life than booze and drugs."
"Did you have a girlfriend back in New York?" Amy said fully aware she was about ready to possibly cross the very fine line that their relationship had grown around.
"Yeah, yeah I did," Ephram looked off, half in remembrance, half in avoidance. "Her name was Missy.Melissa. I had known her since Kindergarten.her apartment was right down the street from mine."
"What happened to her?" Amy knew that the line had been crossed, she could see it in Ephram's face, but she didn't care, and neither did he, because they both knew that it would help Amy.
"My dad moved us out here, her parents got a divorce around the same time, she got shipped off to a boarding school in England, so we decided that we were going to be too far apart and we broke it off," Ephram felt strangely relieved, he had wanted to tell Amy about Missy for a long time, but could never find the words because the truth was he still loved Missy not actively but it was still love. She was his first love and he knew that she would always end up being a major part of his life.
"Do you still talk?" Amy asked.
"Yeah, we IM each other and stuff but I haven't seen her since a few months before I came to Everwood. But I think that's a good thing, because the distance and not being able to talk to her as much as I used to helped me to get over her." Amy froze. She couldn't figure out what he was trying to tell her. Was he over her? She couldn't handle even the thought of that, she knew that somewhere up there in heaven Colin loved her, but she needed to know that someone else loved her on earth. She needed a "home base", as Colin had once put it. No Ephram couldn't be over her. He knew he was going to have to be her home base and he wouldn't' leave her cold like that. Not Ephram Brown.
