*Thanks sooo much for the reviews you guys! It really inspires me to write more! Thank you thank you thank you! xoxoxoxo!*
*I don't own anything from Everwood! But its on tonight yay!! (For me, {overseas} ). I feel so sad inside that I wont get the new season for many many months. L *
*One last note..the song lyrics are from an All American Rejects song, "Time Stands Still". Great song. I was originally going to use lyrics from the Midtown song "Find Comfort in Youself" (thus the title), but when I got the AAR cd, the lyrics fit so perfectly! Please read them, they really enhance the story. By the way they are the words in italics (towards the middle/end of the story) Happy reading, campers! lol jk*
Ok Ephram, just do it. Like the Nike slogan. Hah. Just go up to her and tell her. C'mon, she'll take it ok. She's heard worse. But why, why does it have to be right now…
After giving himself a less than adequate pep talk, Ephram slung his backpack over one shoulder and headed towards the library. It was seldom crowded, but was especially deserted on a Friday afternoon. Yet Amy sat at an otherwise empty table, her head resting on her hand, with a very frustrated look on her face. She flipped through pages of a textbook, tapping her pen loudly on the table. Ephram approached, sat down across from her and cleared his throat. She barely looked up, until she realized it was him, of course.
" You know, reading is much more effective when you actually take the time to stop and look at the page."
"I was just..skimming. World history isn't all that interesting." The corners of Amy's mouth curved up into somewhat of a smile. She closed her book and focused on Ephram. "So, what brings you here? No crimes to be commited? People to be robbed?"
Ephram laughed at her sarcasm. It felt good to laugh. He vowed to do it more often.
"None of that today, I just wanted to talk."
"Did you have something specific in mind?"
"Yeah, kind of. Can we, uh, go somewhere else?" The librarian stared as Amy nodded and gathered her things. They walked into the courtyard of the school.
"Yesterday, my dad, he um, he told Delia and I something. We're--we're um.."
"Ephram." Amy's eyes showed concern.
"Moving. We're moving," Ephram blurted out.
Him and her. Life is turned.
"When? Why? You mean eventually right? Ephram you can't go!" Her voice was panicked.
The day I knew you would leave. I can barely breath. Can you hear me scream?
"My dad. He got a job back in New York. We're leave-leaving on Sunday." Ephram tried to steady his voice, but his lip quivered. He turned away.
"How can you do this to me? I need you! Why is he doing this?" Amy was now shouting, like it was Ephram's fault. His blood boiled.
"Do you think I enjoy this? Huh! Do you think I want to leave the place I now call home and the girl I've loved since the day I saw her? It's not always about you or what you want Amy!" His tone matched Amy's. "Tell me if your ever in New York…" Ephram mumbled, as he walked off, leaving Amy there.
He walks her home. Now he walks alone. The days they turn into years. The eyes they drown in tears.
Leaving Amy there to cry, that is. She had cried countless times this year. How did I let Ephram slip through my fingers? He's..well he's perfect.
O-o-o thrown in all directions. You epitome of perfection. She's lost her will (she's lost her will). Time is standing still.
Ephram lies in his room, the lights off, music at a quieter volume than usual. Man, she's perfect. I can't let her go. He turns over on his stomach and falls asleep, drifting off to thoughts of a perfect world. A perfect, unreal, world.
The way we are, the way they were. (It's just a shadow of what's wrong) The time with you, the time is stirred. (I love you for so long) The hearts they turn, they turn away. (She says to go, please don't you cry) Love lost was found, night turns to day. Time is standing still.