Title: Stare at the Sun
Author: Lololita
Disclaimer: I don't own Everwood and I don't own any of the characters. The actually text, on the other hand, belongs to me. All the titles are titles of Thrice songs, from their Album, Artist in the Ambulance.
Summary: This is the first part in a series.
Rating: PG-13
Couples: Ephram/OC, Ephram/Bright, Andy/Nina, Delia/OC, Amy/OC
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'Cause I'm due for a miracle/I'm waiting for a sign/I'll stare straight into the sun/And I won't close my eyes/'Till I understand or go blind. - Stare at the Sun, Thrice.
Ephram Brown was a fuck up.
Looking around in his tiny, roach infested, New York City apartment seemed to confirm the fact.
He couldn't really remember how it gotten so bad. He remembered leaving Everwood for New York after high school graduation. He didn't go to New York to go to college, he remembered. He had decided to take a year off to "find himself", much to his fathers dismay.
He remembered finding his friends first, the old gang. He watched as he found himself entranced into a new world, their world. He remembered how to figure out which was the real cocaine, instead of the bogus ones that people occasionally tried to sell. He knew which clubs passed out Ecstasy. He remembered to never share his needles, he figured that he would be stupid and live, not stupid and die.
Then he remembered finding himself. He remembered deciding that girls weren't so hot anymore. He decided that boys had much better lips and made much better kissers. He remembered his first time with a guy and he remembered deciding that he was definitely a fag.
He remembered when the first guy left, after deciding that he was too screwed up to handle. He remembered the four guys after that, who left for the same reason.
He remembered running out of money in his trust fund and playing the piano at random jazz clubs to compensate.
What he didn't remember was the last time he spoke to his father, or to Delia. He vaguely remembered talking to them the first few months after he arrived in New York, but he couldn't remember talking to them after that. He knew he was 23, so that would make Delia 16 and his father even older.
Okay, so maybe he did remember how it gotten so bad.
As he was packing his bag after the "FINAL EVICTION NOTICE", he decided that he knew where he was going next.
He packed everything he deemed important. Underwear, a toothbrush, a towel, the Thankful book that Delia told him he could take with him to New York, and his last bag of cocaine. Nothing else seemed important enough.
He placed his bag in front of the door and leaned over to his right to pick up the phone that was next to him. He stared at it for a while before finally dialing the numbers. He hadn't called in years, but he still remembered the number.
"Hello?" he heard someone answer. Ephram's heart quickened as he recognized his fathers voice. "Hello?" the voice asked again.
"Hi." Ephram responded. A few tears escaped from his eyes as his throat started to close. "Dad.it's me."
"Ephram?" Andy Brown asked. "Where.how are you?"
Ephram let a sob escape. "Can I come home?" he asked.
"Of course you can Ephram, you always could have. Where are you?" Andy answered, fighting his own tears.
"Thank you dad." Ephram responded. "I'll be there in a week. Bye dad." Ephram hung up before he had to hear anymore.
He only had three hundred dollars to his name and he was going to use it to take a bus to Everwood.
He put on his light jacket, too light for January, and picked up his bag. He was going home again.
End
Author: Lololita
Disclaimer: I don't own Everwood and I don't own any of the characters. The actually text, on the other hand, belongs to me. All the titles are titles of Thrice songs, from their Album, Artist in the Ambulance.
Summary: This is the first part in a series.
Rating: PG-13
Couples: Ephram/OC, Ephram/Bright, Andy/Nina, Delia/OC, Amy/OC
- - - - -
'Cause I'm due for a miracle/I'm waiting for a sign/I'll stare straight into the sun/And I won't close my eyes/'Till I understand or go blind. - Stare at the Sun, Thrice.
Ephram Brown was a fuck up.
Looking around in his tiny, roach infested, New York City apartment seemed to confirm the fact.
He couldn't really remember how it gotten so bad. He remembered leaving Everwood for New York after high school graduation. He didn't go to New York to go to college, he remembered. He had decided to take a year off to "find himself", much to his fathers dismay.
He remembered finding his friends first, the old gang. He watched as he found himself entranced into a new world, their world. He remembered how to figure out which was the real cocaine, instead of the bogus ones that people occasionally tried to sell. He knew which clubs passed out Ecstasy. He remembered to never share his needles, he figured that he would be stupid and live, not stupid and die.
Then he remembered finding himself. He remembered deciding that girls weren't so hot anymore. He decided that boys had much better lips and made much better kissers. He remembered his first time with a guy and he remembered deciding that he was definitely a fag.
He remembered when the first guy left, after deciding that he was too screwed up to handle. He remembered the four guys after that, who left for the same reason.
He remembered running out of money in his trust fund and playing the piano at random jazz clubs to compensate.
What he didn't remember was the last time he spoke to his father, or to Delia. He vaguely remembered talking to them the first few months after he arrived in New York, but he couldn't remember talking to them after that. He knew he was 23, so that would make Delia 16 and his father even older.
Okay, so maybe he did remember how it gotten so bad.
As he was packing his bag after the "FINAL EVICTION NOTICE", he decided that he knew where he was going next.
He packed everything he deemed important. Underwear, a toothbrush, a towel, the Thankful book that Delia told him he could take with him to New York, and his last bag of cocaine. Nothing else seemed important enough.
He placed his bag in front of the door and leaned over to his right to pick up the phone that was next to him. He stared at it for a while before finally dialing the numbers. He hadn't called in years, but he still remembered the number.
"Hello?" he heard someone answer. Ephram's heart quickened as he recognized his fathers voice. "Hello?" the voice asked again.
"Hi." Ephram responded. A few tears escaped from his eyes as his throat started to close. "Dad.it's me."
"Ephram?" Andy Brown asked. "Where.how are you?"
Ephram let a sob escape. "Can I come home?" he asked.
"Of course you can Ephram, you always could have. Where are you?" Andy answered, fighting his own tears.
"Thank you dad." Ephram responded. "I'll be there in a week. Bye dad." Ephram hung up before he had to hear anymore.
He only had three hundred dollars to his name and he was going to use it to take a bus to Everwood.
He put on his light jacket, too light for January, and picked up his bag. He was going home again.
End