Disclaimer- Don't own Everwood, Ephram, or Amy.
Summary- Ephram thinks about what it would be like if he were "the jock". (This is first season Ephram and Amy, by the way.)
*Hi guys! Sorry if you don't get the concept of my little one-shot fanfic…lol. Just a little something I came up with in German class. Review please! Xoxo*
~midtowngirl89
If I cared what they thought, I would have changed a long time ago.
My tousled, dark hair transformed into immaculate blonde locks, brushing against my bronzed forehead, over my powder blue eyes.
My black, Manga T-shirts morphed into crisp, ivory polo's, layered under my school jacket, the varsity letters and pins gracing my overly large biceps.
My sarcastic talk, the occasional witty comment, mysterious sensitivity becomes grunts and sentences with no verbs. Or, endless talk of the football game last Saturday, and debating whether there is any way to make the cheerleader's uniforms shorter.
My beautiful sonatas cease. I play sports instead of my Baby Grand and my fingers travel over the laces of a football, not the smooth keys of a piano.
I listen to punk rock no more. Whatever is the latest or most popular, I like. The pounding angry rap beats enthrall me now, and I sing along with whatever tops the MTV charts.
So, my defects are gone. Ephram the reject? The outcast? The unique, smart, funny, yet invisible guy? No. That's not me. That was me.
Now I fit in. Or do I blend in? And I thought 'different' was bad.
But Amy, she changed. She changed for them. Or has she stayed the same for them? It doesn't matter, either way. We're alike now. Amy and I, we're the same.
See? If I cared what they thought, look what I'd be. So standard, choked by conformity, poisoned by normality, regular. Trapped inside myself. Identity theft is what it is.