Everwood
Chapter Two, Ephram's Angel
As Amy cried, Ephram took in what was just said to him. *She loves me. She loves me. She loves me. Love. As in like, but more! How long has this been like. well, this? How, who, what?* He looked up and noticed that Amy was back on the table. She had stopped crying, but she was still sniffling. She looked down at the floor and had he legs in the air. She had her shoes off and a silver and turquoise toe ring on her middle toe. Her chest was squeezed against the table and her low cut shirt showed this off, a lot. Ephram tried his hardest not to look there, but could hardly help it. Ephram sat back down at one of the desks and took out the sheet music again to distract himself. Amy kept shifting positions, and after about an hour, he started reading Lord of the Flies.
* * *
About a half hour later, Ephram was reading and Amy stood up to see out the tiny window in the door. There was no one in the school and all the lights were off. In the corner of her eye, she could see that the doors to the entrance of the school were deadlocked. Surprisingly she didn't seem to mind. She waltzed over to Ephram, his feet on the desk comfortably. She looked at him and licked her lips.
"I see you've regained consciousness," said Ephram coolly, not looking up from the book.
"Yep," said Amy cheerfully. She seemed like she was up to something, and when Ephram glanced at her, she had this weird glimmer in her eye and a silly grin on her face. "What book are you reading?" she asked him.
"Lord Of The Flies," he answered.
"Hmmm, sounds interesting. Here," she pulled Ephram up by the collar of his shirt and pointed to the desk she had been laying on earlier, which was across the room, commanding him to sit on it. He picked up his book and sat on the edge of the desk, his feet dangling a bit. He was a bit confused. This seemed like, bondage!? How weird! He picked up his book and pretended to start reading it. He peeked over the edge of his book. Amy was coming slowly towards the desk, licking her lips once again. When she finally reached the desk, she said "I know what you want to do,"
"I want to read," Ephram answered.
"No you don't," Amy whispered. She came very close to his hear "Your book is upside-down," she moved back as Ephram flipped his book over. She picked up the book and flung it off the desk. She started crawling onto the desk. She practically was on top of him when she moved her face towards his and kissed him. His head was almost lifted off the desk with the force. She slid off and went to the corner of the room. She started pulling the hem of her shirt as if to take it off. "Ephram. Ephram." she said. "EPHRAM!" Ephram woke up suddenly and felt very naïve. It had been a dream, only a dream. He stood up from the desk as Amy stood up.
"How long have I been asleep?" he asked, yawning. He looked out the window and it was already pitch dark.
"About and hour and a half. I had fallen asleep too," she answered, looking into his eyes. "Only I felt bad because you were in the desk, sitting up. I- I thought it was kinda weird. Sorry for waking you.."
"Oh, that's fine, really," *I wouldn't mind always being awoken by her, just, yelling probably wasn't the best way* he thought. Ephram sat back down and finished the song for Amy. He put it carefully in his backpack, and he thought about his mom. A couple years back, she had told him "You play like an angel. Your fingers hit the keys as if God was constructing an orchestra of angels." He laughed silently when he thought about this. Amy sat on the desk he was working on, her hand only one inch from his. He looked up at Amy and in her eyes he saw angst, tears, regret, and utter love. He then realized that Amy was his angel. He wasn't to let go like he thought.
What??? 3Phr4m
As Amy cried, Ephram took in what was just said to him. *She loves me. She loves me. She loves me. Love. As in like, but more! How long has this been like. well, this? How, who, what?* He looked up and noticed that Amy was back on the table. She had stopped crying, but she was still sniffling. She looked down at the floor and had he legs in the air. She had her shoes off and a silver and turquoise toe ring on her middle toe. Her chest was squeezed against the table and her low cut shirt showed this off, a lot. Ephram tried his hardest not to look there, but could hardly help it. Ephram sat back down at one of the desks and took out the sheet music again to distract himself. Amy kept shifting positions, and after about an hour, he started reading Lord of the Flies.
* * *
About a half hour later, Ephram was reading and Amy stood up to see out the tiny window in the door. There was no one in the school and all the lights were off. In the corner of her eye, she could see that the doors to the entrance of the school were deadlocked. Surprisingly she didn't seem to mind. She waltzed over to Ephram, his feet on the desk comfortably. She looked at him and licked her lips.
"I see you've regained consciousness," said Ephram coolly, not looking up from the book.
"Yep," said Amy cheerfully. She seemed like she was up to something, and when Ephram glanced at her, she had this weird glimmer in her eye and a silly grin on her face. "What book are you reading?" she asked him.
"Lord Of The Flies," he answered.
"Hmmm, sounds interesting. Here," she pulled Ephram up by the collar of his shirt and pointed to the desk she had been laying on earlier, which was across the room, commanding him to sit on it. He picked up his book and sat on the edge of the desk, his feet dangling a bit. He was a bit confused. This seemed like, bondage!? How weird! He picked up his book and pretended to start reading it. He peeked over the edge of his book. Amy was coming slowly towards the desk, licking her lips once again. When she finally reached the desk, she said "I know what you want to do,"
"I want to read," Ephram answered.
"No you don't," Amy whispered. She came very close to his hear "Your book is upside-down," she moved back as Ephram flipped his book over. She picked up the book and flung it off the desk. She started crawling onto the desk. She practically was on top of him when she moved her face towards his and kissed him. His head was almost lifted off the desk with the force. She slid off and went to the corner of the room. She started pulling the hem of her shirt as if to take it off. "Ephram. Ephram." she said. "EPHRAM!" Ephram woke up suddenly and felt very naïve. It had been a dream, only a dream. He stood up from the desk as Amy stood up.
"How long have I been asleep?" he asked, yawning. He looked out the window and it was already pitch dark.
"About and hour and a half. I had fallen asleep too," she answered, looking into his eyes. "Only I felt bad because you were in the desk, sitting up. I- I thought it was kinda weird. Sorry for waking you.."
"Oh, that's fine, really," *I wouldn't mind always being awoken by her, just, yelling probably wasn't the best way* he thought. Ephram sat back down and finished the song for Amy. He put it carefully in his backpack, and he thought about his mom. A couple years back, she had told him "You play like an angel. Your fingers hit the keys as if God was constructing an orchestra of angels." He laughed silently when he thought about this. Amy sat on the desk he was working on, her hand only one inch from his. He looked up at Amy and in her eyes he saw angst, tears, regret, and utter love. He then realized that Amy was his angel. He wasn't to let go like he thought.
What??? 3Phr4m