Sorry everyone. Before you throw stones, I have a really good explanation as to why I took so long to write. You see, my keyboard was broken, so I couldn't type, because the keys weren't working. Believe I wanted to entertain you all, really.
Thank yous: Thank you for the reviews. *smiles all around* I think Madison and Ephram are THE best couple so I'll continue writing about it.
Summary: Summaries sux and it dismisses the whole point of the reading the story, but I guess no one would read the story if their wasn't any and then we'd be judging a book by its cover so I suppose I'll come up with a cheat summary ass what the story is about. Its the continuation of the last chapter. Apparently Delia now hates Madison. Who knows were my mind is taking me now.
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters of Everwood I just merely let my mind wonder away and write about my thoughts.
*Flashback*
"This is no laughing matter, Ephram, this is serious, its obvious Delia doesn't want me around anymore."
^sToRy^
Madison and Delia sat in the living room playing LIFE. There was clearly tension between the two, for, the only thing they said to one another was 'it's your turn ' or the ever popular 'so' that was usually mutter by Madison in some poor attempt to strike up a conversation, which was shot down by Delia who would say 'so what? ' int the meanest tone. This continued for about a good hour until Delia got up to get a glass of water. Just then Ephram walked in. He walked behind the couch and hovering over it her put his hand around Madison and gave her a kiss on the cheek. She jumped as his actions, due to the fact that she was absent-mindedly staring at the wall, she turned around an said ''Oh, it;s you Ephram."
"Yeah, who'd you think it was? My dad?"
"I dunno me and your dad have been getting a bit cozy nowadays."
"Yes, I have been noticing it myself; The long glances at the table, with the brushes against each other and the coincidentally barging into my room when he knows your in their. I dearsay how will my heart manage?"
"Ephram Brown, you are quite the comedian."
She pull him over the couch, and the began kissing, first simply ones each ending in a second, then longer ones. Then, Madison stopped.
"Nope, Ephram we can't do this."
"Why not, my dad doesn't care anymore, and with you two being in cahoots, I think this will strengthen my side, and make my dad green with envy."
It's not your dad, ... it's Delia, she only went to get a glass of water and-"
"And your afraid she'll come in, see us, and have something else to draw about."
She rolled her eyes.
"Well, I for one don't care, because I think your just blowing this whole thing, out of proportion. Why don't you just talk to her? I'm sure Delia was just drawing for the hell of it."
"No, I'm telling you, she hates me."
"Delia is not like that, I think-"
"Delia can speak for herself, if you two don't mind."
Delia had just walked in giving then the look of fiery death.
"Delia, please tell my girlfriend that she is nuts to think you hate her, and that your just as crazy about her as I am?"
"I don't hate Madison, why would I hate Madison?"
"Cause of the picture I found on the counter," Madison said.
'That wasn't you in the picture, it was Linda."
"Oh, Linda, the wicked witch of the West," Ephram chimed in.
"Yeah, why would I lay a picture of you so clumsily on the counter where you could find it?"
"I dunno."
"Then, Why'd you leave it for dad to find?"
"Does dad notice anything? I was hoping he would somehow find it, and realize that I don't like that Linda witch."
"Oh," Ephram and Madison said in unison.
" I can't believe you thought I was that stupid? I'm ten, not a complete retard."
She disappeared a later came back with the picture.
"How does this even look remotely like Madison?"
"Well, if you used colors then I'd be able to tell my the hair, genius. Anyway, we get the picture now leave."
She rolled her eyes and left once more.
"Well, since the brats gone, lets go to my room and finish what we start."
They both got up, and vanished in Ephram's room.
A/N:
Until next time. It wont be forever because I have a great idea for next chapter. FYI it involves a little of "that good loving" If you get what I mean.
Thank yous: Thank you for the reviews. *smiles all around* I think Madison and Ephram are THE best couple so I'll continue writing about it.
Summary: Summaries sux and it dismisses the whole point of the reading the story, but I guess no one would read the story if their wasn't any and then we'd be judging a book by its cover so I suppose I'll come up with a cheat summary ass what the story is about. Its the continuation of the last chapter. Apparently Delia now hates Madison. Who knows were my mind is taking me now.
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters of Everwood I just merely let my mind wonder away and write about my thoughts.
*Flashback*
"This is no laughing matter, Ephram, this is serious, its obvious Delia doesn't want me around anymore."
^sToRy^
Madison and Delia sat in the living room playing LIFE. There was clearly tension between the two, for, the only thing they said to one another was 'it's your turn ' or the ever popular 'so' that was usually mutter by Madison in some poor attempt to strike up a conversation, which was shot down by Delia who would say 'so what? ' int the meanest tone. This continued for about a good hour until Delia got up to get a glass of water. Just then Ephram walked in. He walked behind the couch and hovering over it her put his hand around Madison and gave her a kiss on the cheek. She jumped as his actions, due to the fact that she was absent-mindedly staring at the wall, she turned around an said ''Oh, it;s you Ephram."
"Yeah, who'd you think it was? My dad?"
"I dunno me and your dad have been getting a bit cozy nowadays."
"Yes, I have been noticing it myself; The long glances at the table, with the brushes against each other and the coincidentally barging into my room when he knows your in their. I dearsay how will my heart manage?"
"Ephram Brown, you are quite the comedian."
She pull him over the couch, and the began kissing, first simply ones each ending in a second, then longer ones. Then, Madison stopped.
"Nope, Ephram we can't do this."
"Why not, my dad doesn't care anymore, and with you two being in cahoots, I think this will strengthen my side, and make my dad green with envy."
It's not your dad, ... it's Delia, she only went to get a glass of water and-"
"And your afraid she'll come in, see us, and have something else to draw about."
She rolled her eyes.
"Well, I for one don't care, because I think your just blowing this whole thing, out of proportion. Why don't you just talk to her? I'm sure Delia was just drawing for the hell of it."
"No, I'm telling you, she hates me."
"Delia is not like that, I think-"
"Delia can speak for herself, if you two don't mind."
Delia had just walked in giving then the look of fiery death.
"Delia, please tell my girlfriend that she is nuts to think you hate her, and that your just as crazy about her as I am?"
"I don't hate Madison, why would I hate Madison?"
"Cause of the picture I found on the counter," Madison said.
'That wasn't you in the picture, it was Linda."
"Oh, Linda, the wicked witch of the West," Ephram chimed in.
"Yeah, why would I lay a picture of you so clumsily on the counter where you could find it?"
"I dunno."
"Then, Why'd you leave it for dad to find?"
"Does dad notice anything? I was hoping he would somehow find it, and realize that I don't like that Linda witch."
"Oh," Ephram and Madison said in unison.
" I can't believe you thought I was that stupid? I'm ten, not a complete retard."
She disappeared a later came back with the picture.
"How does this even look remotely like Madison?"
"Well, if you used colors then I'd be able to tell my the hair, genius. Anyway, we get the picture now leave."
She rolled her eyes and left once more.
"Well, since the brats gone, lets go to my room and finish what we start."
They both got up, and vanished in Ephram's room.
A/N:
Until next time. It wont be forever because I have a great idea for next chapter. FYI it involves a little of "that good loving" If you get what I mean.