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Laynie and Ed were strolling the school campus in search of a decent place to sit and eat their lunch. "Here looks fine." She pointed at a nearby tree, circled by grass. There weren't many students on this side of the school, which is why she loved it so much. Ed just shrugged and rolled his wheelchair to the spot she pointed at, "doesn't really matter to me as long as it's surfaced, you know." He said that without the slightest sound of sadness or bitterness in his voice.
She sat down at a safe distance, still feeling a bit awkward about the situation. Ed noticed this; "you don't have to eat lunch with me you know. You can just go with your friends. I'll be fine." He said, with as much conviction as he could muster. Unfortunately, that wasn't much. "I'm fine, thanks." She answered and took a bite out of her sandwich. Ed felt a bit more comfortable at that, so he took a bit out of his, and prepared for a quiet lunch with a new friend.
The final bell rang, and most kids sped to their lockers before calling it a day and heading home, or out. Where ever they would go after school. Most. Two boys were hardly feeling the joy of another school day survived. They walked slowly towards room 177, maybe hoping to walk so slowly as to miss the whole thing, or maybe just to arrive fashionably late. But it was probably the first one.
Bright and Ephram slowly walked into the crowded classroom, Ephram actually looked like he fit in, somewhat anyway. But Bright, he was like. An athlete in a detention room with the school's most wanted. They sat down side by side, if merely for protection from flying objects that might go their way, and waited for a teacher to show up and shut everyone up. The first thing Ephram did was put on his earphones and put the volume to maximum. Bright took out a playbook the coach gave him and started reading. The hour they were to spend in detention felt more like a year, and long year without teachers. The teacher didn't show up, must have been too scared. The other students didn't even notice the two new members, they'll probably notice them tomorrow, or the day after, but they will notice them eventually.
They exited the school separately, and in different directions, though in truth, Ephram wanted more then anything to be in the Abbott household. He kept telling himself, 'it wasn't meant to be. Get over you moron! She's not like that and won't be." And kept walking as quickly as he could back home before he could change his mind.
When Ephram got home, the home was empty. "Mm. That's odd." He said to himself, "wonder where everyone is." He put his jacket in the kitchen on the way to the staircase, but stopped when he reached the corridor. "Amy? What are you doing here?" He was incredibly confused. "I need to talk to you." "Yeah. I figured. What about?" His attempt to remain indifferent was already wearing thin. "About us. I got the feeling you weren't very clear about my feelings towards you earlier," she chuckled faintly, "and I wanted you to know." She appeared exceedingly tense at that point. "Will you sit down?" she motioned to a seat next to her as she was sitting down herself. Ephram slowly moved to the couch where she was sitting in, and rest near her. This of course was while fighting the enormous and ever so growing urge to lean over and kiss her, but seemed to be hiding it sufficiently, at least until she has explained herself.
"Ephram." she began, "You have been my friend for longer then anyone else ever has, if you can believe that. When you came I was broken, I had lost my very soul. You showed me that life was worth living; you gave me a fresh pair of eyes to look at the world through. Sometimes I would feel like crap all day and then you'd come and say something so simple, like. Wanna go to that lame-o park carnival and make fun of the guy over the water tank?" she smiled at the memory, shook it off and continued, "it'd make my day." She paused for a second, to evaluate just how she was going to continue. "I used to think I needed you to help me with Colin. Not just with your dad, but help me feel better about my situation, sorta. Then I realized I just needed you. You, Ephram. You make my life worth living. You make me smile when I wake up in the morning thinking about you. And then feel awful. For all the many ways in which I have made your life harder over the last few months. I'm so sorry, Ephram. I guess the saying is true, you hurt those you love most." Ephram, who has been avoiding Amy glare in a trivial attempt to keep on a poker face, was now in complete and utter shock as his gaze met hers. "You. You." He was trying to comprehend that last sentence. Within seconds he gave up. "I love you too." He said meekly, as if defeated in battle, and lowered his head. Amy lifted his chin; tears were now streaming through her eyes like a waterfall, "Good," was all she could get herself to say before taking him into a passionate, fiery kiss. They both finally got what they were both looking for; love, warmth, and the safety of the other's arms.
Laynie and Ed were strolling the school campus in search of a decent place to sit and eat their lunch. "Here looks fine." She pointed at a nearby tree, circled by grass. There weren't many students on this side of the school, which is why she loved it so much. Ed just shrugged and rolled his wheelchair to the spot she pointed at, "doesn't really matter to me as long as it's surfaced, you know." He said that without the slightest sound of sadness or bitterness in his voice.
She sat down at a safe distance, still feeling a bit awkward about the situation. Ed noticed this; "you don't have to eat lunch with me you know. You can just go with your friends. I'll be fine." He said, with as much conviction as he could muster. Unfortunately, that wasn't much. "I'm fine, thanks." She answered and took a bite out of her sandwich. Ed felt a bit more comfortable at that, so he took a bit out of his, and prepared for a quiet lunch with a new friend.
The final bell rang, and most kids sped to their lockers before calling it a day and heading home, or out. Where ever they would go after school. Most. Two boys were hardly feeling the joy of another school day survived. They walked slowly towards room 177, maybe hoping to walk so slowly as to miss the whole thing, or maybe just to arrive fashionably late. But it was probably the first one.
Bright and Ephram slowly walked into the crowded classroom, Ephram actually looked like he fit in, somewhat anyway. But Bright, he was like. An athlete in a detention room with the school's most wanted. They sat down side by side, if merely for protection from flying objects that might go their way, and waited for a teacher to show up and shut everyone up. The first thing Ephram did was put on his earphones and put the volume to maximum. Bright took out a playbook the coach gave him and started reading. The hour they were to spend in detention felt more like a year, and long year without teachers. The teacher didn't show up, must have been too scared. The other students didn't even notice the two new members, they'll probably notice them tomorrow, or the day after, but they will notice them eventually.
They exited the school separately, and in different directions, though in truth, Ephram wanted more then anything to be in the Abbott household. He kept telling himself, 'it wasn't meant to be. Get over you moron! She's not like that and won't be." And kept walking as quickly as he could back home before he could change his mind.
When Ephram got home, the home was empty. "Mm. That's odd." He said to himself, "wonder where everyone is." He put his jacket in the kitchen on the way to the staircase, but stopped when he reached the corridor. "Amy? What are you doing here?" He was incredibly confused. "I need to talk to you." "Yeah. I figured. What about?" His attempt to remain indifferent was already wearing thin. "About us. I got the feeling you weren't very clear about my feelings towards you earlier," she chuckled faintly, "and I wanted you to know." She appeared exceedingly tense at that point. "Will you sit down?" she motioned to a seat next to her as she was sitting down herself. Ephram slowly moved to the couch where she was sitting in, and rest near her. This of course was while fighting the enormous and ever so growing urge to lean over and kiss her, but seemed to be hiding it sufficiently, at least until she has explained herself.
"Ephram." she began, "You have been my friend for longer then anyone else ever has, if you can believe that. When you came I was broken, I had lost my very soul. You showed me that life was worth living; you gave me a fresh pair of eyes to look at the world through. Sometimes I would feel like crap all day and then you'd come and say something so simple, like. Wanna go to that lame-o park carnival and make fun of the guy over the water tank?" she smiled at the memory, shook it off and continued, "it'd make my day." She paused for a second, to evaluate just how she was going to continue. "I used to think I needed you to help me with Colin. Not just with your dad, but help me feel better about my situation, sorta. Then I realized I just needed you. You, Ephram. You make my life worth living. You make me smile when I wake up in the morning thinking about you. And then feel awful. For all the many ways in which I have made your life harder over the last few months. I'm so sorry, Ephram. I guess the saying is true, you hurt those you love most." Ephram, who has been avoiding Amy glare in a trivial attempt to keep on a poker face, was now in complete and utter shock as his gaze met hers. "You. You." He was trying to comprehend that last sentence. Within seconds he gave up. "I love you too." He said meekly, as if defeated in battle, and lowered his head. Amy lifted his chin; tears were now streaming through her eyes like a waterfall, "Good," was all she could get herself to say before taking him into a passionate, fiery kiss. They both finally got what they were both looking for; love, warmth, and the safety of the other's arms.