Amy's face floated over his; her hair tickling his nose. In that moment everything was perfect, her lips teased his. She pulled back and stared at him. She opened her mouth to say something. He sat there in excitement. She finally spoke.

"EPHRAM GET UP NOW!"

Ephram sat up; rubbing is his eyes. "Wake up! Now!" his father, the famous "Doctor Andrew Brown yelled up the stairs. "I will send Delia to wake you up!"

He put his feet on the floor. "Ok! Ok! I'm up!" Ephram scoffed, half yawning. "Are you finished ruining my morning?" Or finished ruining my life? Ephram added in his head. He rolled his eyes and stretched.

"Damn it Ephram! You're going to be late!" Andy yelled from the kitchen. "I'm making you a quick breakfast!"

"Obviously not." Ephram sighed and walked over to his closet and pulled out a random shirt and pants and tossed them on the floor.

Beeping from Nina's driveway filled the house and Ephram heard Delia scrabbling down the stairs. "I'm leaving! Bye Daddy!" she said opening the front door, but oddly the slam wasn't heard.

"Ephram, I'm leaving too! You better be out of this house in 5 or there will be hell to pay!" His father yelled up the stairs and slammed the door behind him.

The fifteen year old boy leaped into his bed and murmured "Good then I have 3 more minutes of sleep."

Everyone has a past. Some people want to forget the past, others want to relive it, some hope for it, and for a few they are the past. But for the town of Everwood; they thrived on it; dredging it up at every chance, and for those who wanted to get over it, it made it extremely difficult. But for Amy Abbott, Ephram seemed like her only chance at a future, because he didn't know her past, only bits and pieces like excerpts from a novel. For her, it was the most comforting thing in the world.

Ephram twirled the lock on his locker, but unfortunately it stuck. Great, he thought, with all these textbooks I'm going to kill myself. He twizzled the lock slower and yet it didn't open.

A fist, with a pink manicure, from behind him slammed against his locker and it squeaked open. "Bright had that locker a few years back." Amy's voice floated over his shoulder. He turned around and rolled his eyes. "Great, not only does your brother have the basketball AND football team after me, but he also have my locker. That's just magical."

Amy's blue eyes sparkled as she giggled and leaned against the locker beside his. "Actually Bright wanted to talk to you later. Not sure what it's about. I think he's trying the whole mystery man thing out. He's been doing that since he had a 'James Bond' marathon last week."

"Oh." Ephram said putting a text book into his bag. "He isn't like carrying a golden gun or believes he has a license to kill or something stupid like that? He is such an irony."

Amy laughed. "It's never too early in the morning for you to be sarcastic is it?" She shook her head. "So how about you walk home with me and hang out for a while and wait until my brother comes home from practice?"

Ephram closed his locker and started walking with Amy beside him. "Sure sounds good."

"EPHRAM!" a girl down the hall screamed. "BROWN!"

Ephram turned around and didn't see anyone in a crowded hall who would be possibly screaming his name. He looked over at Amy. "What are you looking at me for? I can't throw my voice."

He shrugged and turned around and kept walking. Suddenly someone jumped on his back, catching him off balance making both of them topple to the floor. "F, you knock me off my feet." The girl got off of the awe struck teen and helped him up.

Amy stood there looking at the girl in front of her. She had dark hair with thick maroon streaks that stopped near her shoulder blades. Her eyes were a hazel colour and were outlined with dull black eyeliner, and that was all of her makeup. She was tall and thin, but you wouldn't be able to tell that by her clothes, which were huge navy blue dickie's pants and an over sized black T-shirt reading 'Anti-Everything'.

Amy watched her group of friends taking account of the new girl. Everything, including her green scuffed chucks didn't belong in 'their' high school; another reject to be added to Ephram's group. Amy had enough of that.

"Hey, I'm Amy, welcome to Everwood." Amy said cheerfully thrusting out her hand. Any friend of Ephram was a friend of hers.

The girl stared at her hand as if it were infected with flesh eating disease. The girl looked over at Ephram as his he had the answer on how to get out of this situation. She took her hand and shook it quickly.

"Amy, this is Remy ( A/N: pronounced Rem-ee). She was one of my best friends in New York. Rem, this is Amy." "I ought to be going, Bye Ham; it was nice to meet you Remy." Amy waved and walked to her first class.

"What are you doing in Everwood?" Ephram finally asked popping out of his fantasy.

"Well, I convinced my 'rents to move us here, so you could have a little slice of NY with you, but now, I'm saving you." Remy said watching Amy's head bob down the halls. "She is a Glee Club member?"

Ephram remembered the game well. Standing in the halls of his old high school guessing what stupid club everyone but their group was it. "No cheerleader and dancer." He corrected also watching Amy down the walk.

"Figures." She rolled her eyes scanning the rest of the hall. "Welcome to Barbie-town. I feel like I walked into an after school special." She grimaced at the sight of the jocks and cheerleaders surrounding her.

The bell rang in her ears and she looked over at Ephram who shrugged helplessly. "After this, I'm so looking forward to my first class." She murmured as she walked the opposite way.

Ephram stood out front of the school waiting for Amy to come out of the school; she probably was caught by one of her cheerleading Britney clones who had rhyming names and had the same high-pitched, glass-shattering, ear- drum bursting squeal. "Ephram!" a voice from behind him made him jump. He spun around to see Remy smirking.

"So I forgot to ask you something." She laughed. "So you're Ham now? Or is everyone at this school named after a pig product?" She relished in the fact that she had some major reputation busting evidence, if Ephram had a reputation to bust.

Ephram rolled his eyes. "Hamlet, the dark prince." He explained.

Remy looked around. "Ok that makes no sense." Her nose scrunched up as she remembered the play. "In that play, the King is killed by Hamlet's uncle who starts fooling around with the Queen. Weren't your parents both only children?" She scratched her head.

"I don't think she meant it in a literal way." He had missed Remy's logical thinking. If the answer wasn't obvious, the entire thing went over her head. Had she actually paid attention in math, she might actually be the smartest one in the class. One of her teachers actually had told her that. He shook his head at the memory. They had egged that teacher's car that night.

"So what are we doing tonight?" Remy looked around, shifting her weight from foot to foot, which she only did if she was holding something back.

"Well, I have to go to Amy's house right now; her brother wants to talk to be...Hooray!" He said sarcastically.

Remy sighed and looked around at all the people around them. "No one here is like the people in New York are they?"

She was already missing everyone. Remy was a true New Yorker. A punk New Yorker; but a New Yorker none the less. "Oh, well then direct me to your place, I'll say hi to Delia and I don't know, make dinner. From your letters, it didn't sound like he was getting any better."

"NO!" He yelped. He remembered the last time she had tried to cook. It was with his mom.

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"Ephram go practice, and we will have the cookies read for the bake sale thing." Julia smiled. "Come on Remy."

"Uh.Sorry Mrs. Brown, I don't think so, I'm not the cooking type." Remy rolled her eyes and leaped onto Ephram's bed.

Ephram picked a few pieces of sheet music off this desk and looked over at the girl who started flipping through one of his latest 'graphic novels'. It was weird how Remy was so much like him, only female, and she didn't play piano and. ok she was more like a cousin, or a sister. Either way, she was constantly at their home, she basically had her own room. But that was only because her parents were constantly going to seminars and couple vacations. Therapists; what could you expect?

"Everyone is the cooking type. What do you eat when your not here?" his mom's hands floated to her hips, and a smirk danced on her lips.

Remy blushed a deep crimson. "Take out." She basically hid behind the comic. "Oh! Everyone is going to the diner later tonight!" Remy was the queen of changing subjects. "We have to go; Drake is going to be there! And Katherine, I know you have been drooling over her for months!"

Ephram turned pale. Did Remy just reveal his secret crush? To his Mom!!

"Nice try, but you're cooking, actually baking, so come on." Remy was dragged out of the room. "So, who is this Katherine?" Ephram heard his mom murmur as Remy dragged her heels.

He was sitting at the piano, looking through his latest piece, wondering where he had went wrong when he smelled something different. It was light but distinct. He couldn't put his finger on it. "What is that?"

Shrieks immerged from the kitchen. Ephram immediately leap from his bench and ran to the kitchen revealing a batch of at least twenty cookies; that looked like charcoal, in the sink, soaked.

"Oops."

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Amy slumped her way to Ephram who was panicking at the thought of her cooking. "You can come with us; Amy's brother won't take too long."

"Wait! She's coming?" Amy said surprised.

"Yea come on. I want to get this done and over with." Ephram said breathing a sigh of relief, knowing his house, wouldn't be burned to a crisp.

"Great." Remy replied sarcastically. Yup she was really going to enjoy her time in Everwood.

A/N: Do you like? Do you hate? Should I continue? Review Please!

~~Toodles!