Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Everwood Characters, though I wished I owned Gregory Smith.
A/N: You can all tell me when the Shut the hell up.
Summary: Ephram see's 'She who mush not be named' for reel.
*Story*
When they arrived at their Grandparents pent house of Upper East Side Manhattan, Ephram had a sense of belonging in the air. Not that he belonged at their house or that the air smelted good. Actually it smelt of Kool cigarettes and Pumpkin pie.
'You all can get settled in, while I go make a snack.'
'This place is a lot to look at.' Ephram said under his breath.
'Yeah, and you can't touched any of it.' Chuck said creeping up behind him.
'Like I would.'
Actually I don't think that even standing in the house was safe. Everything was made of glass and everything was worth over a hundred at the least. Ephram wondered what they'd do if their was an earthquake. Like earthquakes would happen in New York, that was part of it's appeal. Ephram unpacked in silenced, when he was done he refuse his Grandmothers offer of a piece of pie and told them he'd be out for a walk.
'Been here 2 seconds and already thinks he can prance around New York.' He heard his grandfather say as he went though the door.
He didn't know where he was going but he new the neighbor hood pretty well, having only live a few blocks away. After a few blocks he decided to take a stroll through Central Park. Well, Central Park didn't look like the Central Park her knew. It had turned in a teen infested orgy. With everyone breathing thing from 12-20 sucking lips with a partner. He decided his best bet was to stay home and listen to music the whole 62 days he'd be there. When he returned home their was a note from his grandparents saying their taking Delia to a movie and they'll be back later. As he was about to sit down the phone rang.
'Hello?'
'Hi Mrs. Simpson?'
'No, Ephram her grandson.'
'Ephram, Ephram Brown?'
'Yeah?'
'It's Mrs. Petclear, you may not remember me but I'm Will's Mom.'
It suddenly clicked. Ephram and Will had been best friends for all of their life's, Mrs. Petclear had been a close friend of the family when Ephram's Mom died, they became distant I suppose they thought it'd me better to ignore the situation. Will and Ephram talked a bit for the first couple of months, then eventually they too became distant.
'Oh, how is Will?'
'He's good actually he's home if you'd like to talk to him, or better yet how about you come over, I'm sure your Grandmother won't mind. I could not believe I forgot you'd be coming to town for the summer. Well, here's Will.'
He handed the phone to Will.
'Hello?'
'Hey'
'Ephram? Hey man what's good?'
'Huh?'
Will and Ephram always varied in certain styles like clothing and music and apparently now, language.
'What's up?'
'I'm good.'
'Word. So you coming over?'
'Sure I'll be their soon.'
They hung up. Ephram thought to himself, at least I'll have a human my age, even if we seem completely different. He left a note and as soon as he went to open the door he knocked over a woman by the door.
'Oh, I so sorry.' He said apologizing.
'No big.'
He looked up to find, known other than 'She who must not be named.'
A/n: So they finally meet what do you think? Please don't leave me hanging. It'll get better I promise.
A/N: You can all tell me when the Shut the hell up.
Summary: Ephram see's 'She who mush not be named' for reel.
*Story*
When they arrived at their Grandparents pent house of Upper East Side Manhattan, Ephram had a sense of belonging in the air. Not that he belonged at their house or that the air smelted good. Actually it smelt of Kool cigarettes and Pumpkin pie.
'You all can get settled in, while I go make a snack.'
'This place is a lot to look at.' Ephram said under his breath.
'Yeah, and you can't touched any of it.' Chuck said creeping up behind him.
'Like I would.'
Actually I don't think that even standing in the house was safe. Everything was made of glass and everything was worth over a hundred at the least. Ephram wondered what they'd do if their was an earthquake. Like earthquakes would happen in New York, that was part of it's appeal. Ephram unpacked in silenced, when he was done he refuse his Grandmothers offer of a piece of pie and told them he'd be out for a walk.
'Been here 2 seconds and already thinks he can prance around New York.' He heard his grandfather say as he went though the door.
He didn't know where he was going but he new the neighbor hood pretty well, having only live a few blocks away. After a few blocks he decided to take a stroll through Central Park. Well, Central Park didn't look like the Central Park her knew. It had turned in a teen infested orgy. With everyone breathing thing from 12-20 sucking lips with a partner. He decided his best bet was to stay home and listen to music the whole 62 days he'd be there. When he returned home their was a note from his grandparents saying their taking Delia to a movie and they'll be back later. As he was about to sit down the phone rang.
'Hello?'
'Hi Mrs. Simpson?'
'No, Ephram her grandson.'
'Ephram, Ephram Brown?'
'Yeah?'
'It's Mrs. Petclear, you may not remember me but I'm Will's Mom.'
It suddenly clicked. Ephram and Will had been best friends for all of their life's, Mrs. Petclear had been a close friend of the family when Ephram's Mom died, they became distant I suppose they thought it'd me better to ignore the situation. Will and Ephram talked a bit for the first couple of months, then eventually they too became distant.
'Oh, how is Will?'
'He's good actually he's home if you'd like to talk to him, or better yet how about you come over, I'm sure your Grandmother won't mind. I could not believe I forgot you'd be coming to town for the summer. Well, here's Will.'
He handed the phone to Will.
'Hello?'
'Hey'
'Ephram? Hey man what's good?'
'Huh?'
Will and Ephram always varied in certain styles like clothing and music and apparently now, language.
'What's up?'
'I'm good.'
'Word. So you coming over?'
'Sure I'll be their soon.'
They hung up. Ephram thought to himself, at least I'll have a human my age, even if we seem completely different. He left a note and as soon as he went to open the door he knocked over a woman by the door.
'Oh, I so sorry.' He said apologizing.
'No big.'
He looked up to find, known other than 'She who must not be named.'
A/n: So they finally meet what do you think? Please don't leave me hanging. It'll get better I promise.