Babysitter Troubles
By Baybay
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Everwood characters.or anything related to them. however, I would like to own some of Ephram's anime t-shirts. ^_^ This isn't really a believable story. Reason? I don't really have as wide a vocabulary as Ephram. Pity pity. Oh yes, Yale, in this story, is actually very close to Everwood. Yes, it doesn't make sense at all. Unfortunately, I do not know how to use this html crap. So no bold and italics till I do. Help is appreciated. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
My biggest flaw, thought Ephram. I don't know! Maybe I should just stick with apathy and hand in a blank page? Whatever, I'm reading my manga. With that, Ephram whips out his latest English copy of Fushigi Yuugi. He likes to cover up his manga with more "masculine" covers like Gundam, Dragonball, even Ranma. But secretly, he loves shoujo manga. Wow, Hotohori and Tamahome love Miaka. That sounds like Colin and I. No, I'm probably more like Tasuki: friend who can protect her, laugh with her. but never be with her.
A delicious smell filled his room, Chinese food. Ephram took off his headphones, and got up. He felt a little dizzy from lying on his bed for too long. But it didn't matter, he just wanted to go downstairs and get some of that Chinese food. It must be Nina. She must have taken some sort of cooking class or something. He hears a voice. It sounded like a lame puppeteer. No, it was a girl. Walking towards the living room, he sees an even clearer view of this puppeteer-girl doing a sock puppet show for Delia. "Hey Ephram" says Delia enthusiastically.
"Ahh. and you must be the son, Ephram. I'm Rory," the girl offered her hand.
Ephram looks at it, "Who are you? I don't remember letting you into our home."
"Hey hey hey, I am not going to allow that kind of attitude in the house. Your father posted an ad up at Yale." A beep went off in the kitchen area. "That must be my coffee. Delia, you want any?"
"What! You can't feed my sister coffee. And you do NOT tell me what to do in my own house. You may be the babysitter for Delia, but you are not my babysitter." Ephram starts shoving Rory out towards the door. "You know what, we don't really need you. I can take care of my sister."
"You can't fire me. Your dad hired me!" Rory eyes longingly at her coffee.
"Oh yes I can, "and Ephram slammed the door in her face.
"Ephram.I liked Rory, "said Delia quietly.
Ephram looked away. "I'll make us some lunch." He walks towards the kitchen and looks at the boxes of Chinese food. "WHAT?! She bought us food."
"Well, I guess she can't cook then. but she's fun"
"Yeh well, she's not going to buy us anymore food." With that Ephram started opening yet another pack of Krafts dinner.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Everwood characters.or anything related to them. however, I would like to own some of Ephram's anime t-shirts. ^_^ This isn't really a believable story. Reason? I don't really have as wide a vocabulary as Ephram. Pity pity. Oh yes, Yale, in this story, is actually very close to Everwood. Yes, it doesn't make sense at all. Unfortunately, I do not know how to use this html crap. So no bold and italics till I do. Help is appreciated. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
My biggest flaw, thought Ephram. I don't know! Maybe I should just stick with apathy and hand in a blank page? Whatever, I'm reading my manga. With that, Ephram whips out his latest English copy of Fushigi Yuugi. He likes to cover up his manga with more "masculine" covers like Gundam, Dragonball, even Ranma. But secretly, he loves shoujo manga. Wow, Hotohori and Tamahome love Miaka. That sounds like Colin and I. No, I'm probably more like Tasuki: friend who can protect her, laugh with her. but never be with her.
A delicious smell filled his room, Chinese food. Ephram took off his headphones, and got up. He felt a little dizzy from lying on his bed for too long. But it didn't matter, he just wanted to go downstairs and get some of that Chinese food. It must be Nina. She must have taken some sort of cooking class or something. He hears a voice. It sounded like a lame puppeteer. No, it was a girl. Walking towards the living room, he sees an even clearer view of this puppeteer-girl doing a sock puppet show for Delia. "Hey Ephram" says Delia enthusiastically.
"Ahh. and you must be the son, Ephram. I'm Rory," the girl offered her hand.
Ephram looks at it, "Who are you? I don't remember letting you into our home."
"Hey hey hey, I am not going to allow that kind of attitude in the house. Your father posted an ad up at Yale." A beep went off in the kitchen area. "That must be my coffee. Delia, you want any?"
"What! You can't feed my sister coffee. And you do NOT tell me what to do in my own house. You may be the babysitter for Delia, but you are not my babysitter." Ephram starts shoving Rory out towards the door. "You know what, we don't really need you. I can take care of my sister."
"You can't fire me. Your dad hired me!" Rory eyes longingly at her coffee.
"Oh yes I can, "and Ephram slammed the door in her face.
"Ephram.I liked Rory, "said Delia quietly.
Ephram looked away. "I'll make us some lunch." He walks towards the kitchen and looks at the boxes of Chinese food. "WHAT?! She bought us food."
"Well, I guess she can't cook then. but she's fun"
"Yeh well, she's not going to buy us anymore food." With that Ephram started opening yet another pack of Krafts dinner.