A/N: I own Remy Johnston and family other than that NOPE!!
Remy opened the front door to Ephram's house, it wasn't locked; Ephram had told her that it wouldn't when she came after school that day. She had this weird thing about not liking to ring doorbells. Maybe it worried her that she was interrupting something; no one really knew.
She closed the door and listened to the classical music being played that rang throughout the house, and the movement throughout it; whether it was voices or footsteps; it was comforting. Her parents were home that night but for how long. She liked Ephram's place better anyways, people were always coming in or out; she longed for it.
She made her way into the den and collapsed into one of the Brown's extremely fluffy couches and listened to Ephram play. It had been a long time since she had done that. If fact the last time he played; she sang. Some song not too long after his mom died.
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She sat beside him on the bench his eyes were down and he stared at the keys. She wrapped her arms around him and squeezed him tight. She was close to his mom too.
"F, you should play." She whispered as she let go of him. "At least try."
He ran his index over the black keys and shook his head. "No, because of this stupid thing she's gone."
Remy bit her lip. "If you play I'll sing. Come on F. I'm right here."
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Now if only he was there for her.
Delia came bouncing down the stairs in on of her famous baseball caps and stopped in her tracks, recognizing the long dark hair; one of the reasons why she didn't cut all of her hair off. "Remy?" She asked cautiously.
Remy turned around and smiled. "Dee-Dee!" She got up and hugged Ephram's little sister. Delia was one of the few girls that she actually understood. Maybe it was that fact that she remembered being a tomboy at her age. "How you doing Munchkin?" She giggled pulling the cap off Delia's head.
Delia jumped and pushed the cap back onto her head. "Ok! Grouchy over there didn't tell me that you were coming to visit us." She said glaring at Ephram's back who stopped playing and laughed at his sister.
"Well, I'm not visiting, I live in Everwood now." Remy said laughing at Delia. Somehow or another, Delia was always the last to know everything.
Delia's eyes lit up and she giggled excitedly. "We can hang out like before!" Delia began jumping from foot to foot. "You promised you would show me how to pitch like real live Major League Pitcher! You don't have to show me how to skateboard." Delia began thinking of the list of things Remy had to show her.
"Ok, you write a list, and we'll start right away okay Kiddo?" She shook her and flipped the cap of Delia's head by knocking the brim. "F, I'm leaving, I ought to start on the stupid novel Miss James gave me. What a snore!" She walked out the front door waving to him who nodded in return.
As Andy walked in that night he thought something was off. It was weird. Delia was hurriedly writing a long list of who knows what; he was afraid to ask. Ephram sat at the kitchen table with his one hand on his forehead squinting at the coke can in front of him. He put the brown bag of food on the counter and his eyes scanned the room. Everything seemed normal. He figured whatever Delia was doing would take a shorter time than Ephram would. "What you doing Delia?" He said pulling the stool up beside her trying to sneak a peak at the list in front of her that was growing at a fast pace.
Delia looked over at him and smiled. "Remy is going to show me how to do all these things. She promised me back in New York."
"Oh" was his only response as Ephram found his way to the cooling Chinese food inside the bag and pulled out a few containers. The smell invaded Andy's senses leaving him completely hypnotized. He was so hungry.
Delia cast aside her papers and reached for one of the many Styrofoam containers. Andy was about to do the same as the doorbell rang. "Ephram, go get that." He said as his mouth watered and reached for a container of food.
Ephram scoffed. "Please. I'm not going. I see that hungry look in your eyes. If I leave, there won't be any food left." He said turning to grab plates out of one of the cabinets.
Andy frowned. He was outnumbered. He trudged to the door and opened it.
"Hey, Dr. Brown; Is Ephram here?" Bright asked from outside the threshold, shivering from the cold. Andy looked outside and didn't see Bright's truck in his driveway. The kid must have walked.
Andy nodded. "Ephram it's for you!"
Ephram walked past his father who joined his sister at the counter. "Bright. Exactly the person I wanted to see right now." He muttered sarcastically eying him.
Bright looked pale and tired. Ephram slipped his shoes and coat on and stepped outside, closing the door behind him; if Bright and him got into a fight, he didn't need his dad getting in the way. "What do you want?" He said clutching his coat around him watching his breath turn into little puffy clouds in front of his face.
Bright looked away from him. "I'm sorry. I was pissed off and you were in the line of fire when I said all those things." Bright said looking back at Ephram who didn't look impressed at all. "Can we stop with this little war we have between us. Call a truce, or a cease fire or something."
Ephram rolled his eyes. He was missing his dinner for this? Delia was probably picking through his plate right now. "Sure, why not." Ephram turned to the door to get back to that dinner of his.
"Wait, I'm not finished." Bright said spinning Ephram back toward him. "Can you tell Remy that she doesn't have to choose between us?" He bit his lip. "Because it isn't fair to have her between us during our constant little verbal sparrings."
Ephram looked him up and down wondering what Remy saw in that guy. "So you can have fun with her for a week and then break her heart? No. We may have called a truce but Remy deserves better than the likes of you."
"You mean you?" Bright spat back as Ephram opened the door.
Ephram looked back at him. "You really want her? Like really want her? Prove it." Ephram spat back slamming the door in his face.
Remy walked into her house, for once the lights were on and there were cars in the driveway. She walked in seeing her dad sitting in his study and her mother in the kitchen making dinners for the rest of the week. Remy sighed, knowing exactly why. They were leaving again. "Hey mom." Remy said dropping her bag onto the floor and walking into the kitchen and leaned on the island in the middle of the kitchen.
"Hey sweetie." Her mother, Rita Johnston replied not looking up from the spaghetti sauce she was making. Remy rolled her eyes at the fake pet names her mother used. Her mother looked over at the door seeing Remy's green chucks. "Oh Remy! Throw those awful things out. They are SO tacky." Her mother grimaced and tasted the sauce with her middle finger and added some spice.
Remy rolled her eyes. She couldn't do anything right anymore. Had she gotten 99.999% on some math test and gotten a scholarship, her parents would have wondered why she didn't get 100%. The second she had started buying her own clothes and make-up her parents hated her. They never said that of course but she knew it. Julia was more of a mom than her own mom after she turned 12. Her own mom wasn't even there for the little things like her first breakup, or even the big things like her first period; but Julia was. So it hit her hard when she died, and it was harder when Ephram was gone too. "I'll be upstairs. Tell me when you're leaving again." She stomped her way upstairs. She passed family portraits that were hanging on the wall. Her mother with dark hair, like her, cut at her shoulders and her eyes shimmered a hazel colour. Remy hated the fact she looked like her mother. Her father was a strong man and had striking blue eyes and dark hair with streaks of grey in it. They both smiled at her taunting her. She slammed her bedroom door and walked over to the window. A lattice with ivy crawled up the side of the house beneath her window. She ran to her closet and pulled a pair of boots and her jean jacket out shoving them on. She turned up some music and opened the window. She put her hand on the sill for support and felt something beneath it. She looked down and picked up a pair of roses intertwined; one red, the other white and noticed a little note attached to them.
I bet you're hard to get over I bet the room just won't shine I bet my hands I can stay here I bet you need more than you mind
--B.A.
It was written in a quick scrawl. She closed the window and sat on her bed. B.A.; who was that? Suddenly a smile crept across her face. "Bright." She said breathlessly.
Amy sat next to Bright in the truck and looked over at him. He was grinning like crazy and had been since last might when she had given him some advice on how to prove to Ephram that he didn't want Remy just for a fling. Amy shook her head. She couldn't blame Ephram. Bright was sort of known as a lady's man around the school, although she knew he hadn't actually gone all the way. But then again she didn't want to know if he did, because like gross!
"So what song are you using?" She finally asked. The suspense was killing her. Ok, she knew Bright was no good at putting any words together so why not borrow some lyrics.
Bright smirked and pushed a button on the dashboard. The familiar tune filled her ears. "If you're gone." She nodded and grinned back. "Matchbox 20, nice." She giggled. She had to admit, in a bind Bright could turn on the charm. Now if only he was like that ALL the time.
A/N: I don't own the song If You're Gone by Matchbox 20, however I do like the song a lot (download it's REALLY cute!) I hope you liked this chapter because it was a lot of fun to write. There will be a lot of updating because I have my grade 10 testing this week and I'll need to blow off some steam so. Lucky YOU!! I still want you to Review! That's Your Job
~ TOODLES!!
Remy opened the front door to Ephram's house, it wasn't locked; Ephram had told her that it wouldn't when she came after school that day. She had this weird thing about not liking to ring doorbells. Maybe it worried her that she was interrupting something; no one really knew.
She closed the door and listened to the classical music being played that rang throughout the house, and the movement throughout it; whether it was voices or footsteps; it was comforting. Her parents were home that night but for how long. She liked Ephram's place better anyways, people were always coming in or out; she longed for it.
She made her way into the den and collapsed into one of the Brown's extremely fluffy couches and listened to Ephram play. It had been a long time since she had done that. If fact the last time he played; she sang. Some song not too long after his mom died.
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She sat beside him on the bench his eyes were down and he stared at the keys. She wrapped her arms around him and squeezed him tight. She was close to his mom too.
"F, you should play." She whispered as she let go of him. "At least try."
He ran his index over the black keys and shook his head. "No, because of this stupid thing she's gone."
Remy bit her lip. "If you play I'll sing. Come on F. I'm right here."
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Now if only he was there for her.
Delia came bouncing down the stairs in on of her famous baseball caps and stopped in her tracks, recognizing the long dark hair; one of the reasons why she didn't cut all of her hair off. "Remy?" She asked cautiously.
Remy turned around and smiled. "Dee-Dee!" She got up and hugged Ephram's little sister. Delia was one of the few girls that she actually understood. Maybe it was that fact that she remembered being a tomboy at her age. "How you doing Munchkin?" She giggled pulling the cap off Delia's head.
Delia jumped and pushed the cap back onto her head. "Ok! Grouchy over there didn't tell me that you were coming to visit us." She said glaring at Ephram's back who stopped playing and laughed at his sister.
"Well, I'm not visiting, I live in Everwood now." Remy said laughing at Delia. Somehow or another, Delia was always the last to know everything.
Delia's eyes lit up and she giggled excitedly. "We can hang out like before!" Delia began jumping from foot to foot. "You promised you would show me how to pitch like real live Major League Pitcher! You don't have to show me how to skateboard." Delia began thinking of the list of things Remy had to show her.
"Ok, you write a list, and we'll start right away okay Kiddo?" She shook her and flipped the cap of Delia's head by knocking the brim. "F, I'm leaving, I ought to start on the stupid novel Miss James gave me. What a snore!" She walked out the front door waving to him who nodded in return.
As Andy walked in that night he thought something was off. It was weird. Delia was hurriedly writing a long list of who knows what; he was afraid to ask. Ephram sat at the kitchen table with his one hand on his forehead squinting at the coke can in front of him. He put the brown bag of food on the counter and his eyes scanned the room. Everything seemed normal. He figured whatever Delia was doing would take a shorter time than Ephram would. "What you doing Delia?" He said pulling the stool up beside her trying to sneak a peak at the list in front of her that was growing at a fast pace.
Delia looked over at him and smiled. "Remy is going to show me how to do all these things. She promised me back in New York."
"Oh" was his only response as Ephram found his way to the cooling Chinese food inside the bag and pulled out a few containers. The smell invaded Andy's senses leaving him completely hypnotized. He was so hungry.
Delia cast aside her papers and reached for one of the many Styrofoam containers. Andy was about to do the same as the doorbell rang. "Ephram, go get that." He said as his mouth watered and reached for a container of food.
Ephram scoffed. "Please. I'm not going. I see that hungry look in your eyes. If I leave, there won't be any food left." He said turning to grab plates out of one of the cabinets.
Andy frowned. He was outnumbered. He trudged to the door and opened it.
"Hey, Dr. Brown; Is Ephram here?" Bright asked from outside the threshold, shivering from the cold. Andy looked outside and didn't see Bright's truck in his driveway. The kid must have walked.
Andy nodded. "Ephram it's for you!"
Ephram walked past his father who joined his sister at the counter. "Bright. Exactly the person I wanted to see right now." He muttered sarcastically eying him.
Bright looked pale and tired. Ephram slipped his shoes and coat on and stepped outside, closing the door behind him; if Bright and him got into a fight, he didn't need his dad getting in the way. "What do you want?" He said clutching his coat around him watching his breath turn into little puffy clouds in front of his face.
Bright looked away from him. "I'm sorry. I was pissed off and you were in the line of fire when I said all those things." Bright said looking back at Ephram who didn't look impressed at all. "Can we stop with this little war we have between us. Call a truce, or a cease fire or something."
Ephram rolled his eyes. He was missing his dinner for this? Delia was probably picking through his plate right now. "Sure, why not." Ephram turned to the door to get back to that dinner of his.
"Wait, I'm not finished." Bright said spinning Ephram back toward him. "Can you tell Remy that she doesn't have to choose between us?" He bit his lip. "Because it isn't fair to have her between us during our constant little verbal sparrings."
Ephram looked him up and down wondering what Remy saw in that guy. "So you can have fun with her for a week and then break her heart? No. We may have called a truce but Remy deserves better than the likes of you."
"You mean you?" Bright spat back as Ephram opened the door.
Ephram looked back at him. "You really want her? Like really want her? Prove it." Ephram spat back slamming the door in his face.
Remy walked into her house, for once the lights were on and there were cars in the driveway. She walked in seeing her dad sitting in his study and her mother in the kitchen making dinners for the rest of the week. Remy sighed, knowing exactly why. They were leaving again. "Hey mom." Remy said dropping her bag onto the floor and walking into the kitchen and leaned on the island in the middle of the kitchen.
"Hey sweetie." Her mother, Rita Johnston replied not looking up from the spaghetti sauce she was making. Remy rolled her eyes at the fake pet names her mother used. Her mother looked over at the door seeing Remy's green chucks. "Oh Remy! Throw those awful things out. They are SO tacky." Her mother grimaced and tasted the sauce with her middle finger and added some spice.
Remy rolled her eyes. She couldn't do anything right anymore. Had she gotten 99.999% on some math test and gotten a scholarship, her parents would have wondered why she didn't get 100%. The second she had started buying her own clothes and make-up her parents hated her. They never said that of course but she knew it. Julia was more of a mom than her own mom after she turned 12. Her own mom wasn't even there for the little things like her first breakup, or even the big things like her first period; but Julia was. So it hit her hard when she died, and it was harder when Ephram was gone too. "I'll be upstairs. Tell me when you're leaving again." She stomped her way upstairs. She passed family portraits that were hanging on the wall. Her mother with dark hair, like her, cut at her shoulders and her eyes shimmered a hazel colour. Remy hated the fact she looked like her mother. Her father was a strong man and had striking blue eyes and dark hair with streaks of grey in it. They both smiled at her taunting her. She slammed her bedroom door and walked over to the window. A lattice with ivy crawled up the side of the house beneath her window. She ran to her closet and pulled a pair of boots and her jean jacket out shoving them on. She turned up some music and opened the window. She put her hand on the sill for support and felt something beneath it. She looked down and picked up a pair of roses intertwined; one red, the other white and noticed a little note attached to them.
I bet you're hard to get over I bet the room just won't shine I bet my hands I can stay here I bet you need more than you mind
--B.A.
It was written in a quick scrawl. She closed the window and sat on her bed. B.A.; who was that? Suddenly a smile crept across her face. "Bright." She said breathlessly.
Amy sat next to Bright in the truck and looked over at him. He was grinning like crazy and had been since last might when she had given him some advice on how to prove to Ephram that he didn't want Remy just for a fling. Amy shook her head. She couldn't blame Ephram. Bright was sort of known as a lady's man around the school, although she knew he hadn't actually gone all the way. But then again she didn't want to know if he did, because like gross!
"So what song are you using?" She finally asked. The suspense was killing her. Ok, she knew Bright was no good at putting any words together so why not borrow some lyrics.
Bright smirked and pushed a button on the dashboard. The familiar tune filled her ears. "If you're gone." She nodded and grinned back. "Matchbox 20, nice." She giggled. She had to admit, in a bind Bright could turn on the charm. Now if only he was like that ALL the time.
A/N: I don't own the song If You're Gone by Matchbox 20, however I do like the song a lot (download it's REALLY cute!) I hope you liked this chapter because it was a lot of fun to write. There will be a lot of updating because I have my grade 10 testing this week and I'll need to blow off some steam so. Lucky YOU!! I still want you to Review! That's Your Job
~ TOODLES!!