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[Amy's Room, after school]
EPHRAM POV
We were studying in Amy's room. To keep us focused, Amy lay on the bed, and I sat in the chair. We kept stealing glances at each other, but we both had a huge algebra test the next day, so we couldn't get distracted. I went back to studying, but then I felt something hit me on the forehead. It was a note. I opened it to read: [i] Hey sexy [/i] Way to keep the concentration, Amy. I quickly scribbled my response: [i] Hey ugly [/i] I tossed the note back to her. She opened it, and I saw her jaw drop. She wrote back: [i] that was NOT nice. i'm not kissing you ever again until you take it back. [/i] I wrote that I took it back, and she looked at me and smiled. I nodded and turned my head back to my math book. About ten minutes later, Amy closed her math book with a sigh.
"Study break!" Amy exclaimed, flopping back on the bed.
"It's only been half an hour." I said. I really needed to pass this test. "As much as I would love to make out with you right now, I need to study. I'm already failing algebra."
"Fine. But I'll just be sitting here... On my bed... Feeling lonely..." Amy pouted. God, she's so irresistible. I looked over at her, and she was taking off her hoodie sweater. Oh god. "Mmmm... Is it hot in here?"
I couldn't take it anymore. I threw my book on the ground and walked over to Amy's bed. She looked up at me and smiled. I grinned and lay down next to her. I tucked a loose piece of hair behind her ear and brought her close for a soft and tender kiss. Amy put her hand on my neck, and I pulled her closer with my hand on her slim waist. I slipped my hand under her shirt and ran it up her bare back. She shivered and arched her back. I was surprised when I felt her tongue on my lips, begging me to open my mouth. I did, and she dove on my tongue like an animal. I had never seen this side of her before... so... wild. I rolled on top of her and started to pull at her jeans. She quickly pulled away.
"Ephram! What are you doing?" Amy demanded.
I just looked at her.
"Do you honestly think I'm that easy? God..." Amy sighed.
"I'm sorry... I got carried away. I crossed the line." I pleaded. She was majorly pissed off.
"Crossed the line? You plowed over the line with a bulldozer!" Amy said.
"I'm sorry!" I said. I really was.
"I think you should leave." Amy whispered.
I nodded and packed my backpack. I said a quiet goodbye and let myself out. Why did I have to go and mess this up?
[County High, the next day]
She avoided me for the entire morning. It was lunch, so I went to sit with Bright. Amy was there too, but neither of us said a word to each other. It wasn't too fun, since Bright and Laynie were having an in-depth conversation about chicken salad sandwiches. Interesting, I know. Amy and I silently ate our lunches. The bell rang, but I wouldn't let Amy leave without talking to her. I took her by the arm and guided her to a corner.
"Amy. We need to talk." I said.
"About what?" Amy said, sounding impatient.
"You know perfectly well about what." I stated. She sighed and looked at me.
"Let's just forget about it." Amy said.
"I just want you to know... I'm sorry." I breathed. She just looked at me.
"Okay. Let's get to spanish." Amy half-smiled.
"Okay. But we still have to talk about this." I warned.
Amy nodded, picked up her backpack and walked away. God I love that girl. And she's so hot when she's mad.
We passed notes all through spanish. Notes that I am not comfortable repeating. Everything was back to normal, thank goodness. At the end of the day, I was waiting for Amy at her locker. When I saw her walking down the hall, my heart started to beat faster. When she got within arm's reach, I grabbed her and pinned her to her locker. She giggled and I kissed her passionately. She ran her fingers through my hair as she gently pulled away.
"It's really hard being mad at you." Amy confessed. I grinned and kissed her again.
[Brown House, evening]
I walked into the house and my dad was standing next to the oven, looking quite puzzled.
"Problem?" I asked.
"The oven light won't turn on." Dad said, pointing inside the oven.
"What did you try?" I set my backpack down and went to stand beside dad.
"Well it's supposed to turn on when I open the oven door... But it's not." Dad explained.
"Did you try flipping the little 'on/off' switch?" I asked, and pointed to the little switch.
"Oh... uh... no." Dad said. He flipped the switch, and the oven light turned on. "Thanks."
"No problem. I'll be in my room." I said, walking towards the stairs.
"Ephram!" Dad called after me. I turned around. "I need you home this weekend. I have a patient in Denver, and I need you to watch Delia."
"Can't Nina do it?" I asked. I had plans with Amy this weekend. And they sure as hell didn't involve Delia, if you know what I mean.
"She's going on a cruise. It's a well-deserved vacation, Ephram." Dad said sternly.
"Fine. But you'd better make it worth my while." I said as I sulked up the stairs. Parents are so evil sometimes.
When I got to my room, I decided to call Amy and tell her the evil, bad news.
"Yo." Bright picked up. I really have to convince him that he is a small town white boy. It's just weird for him to say 'yo'.
"Hey Bright. Is Amy there?"
"Yeah, dawg. Hold on... [i] Amy! It's your lover! [/i]"
"Hey, you." Amy's voice sounded beautiful.
"Hey. Uh, Amy..."
"Yeah?"
"I'm gonna have to cancel our plans this weekend. My dad is going out of town, and I have to watch Delia."
"Oh... well... can I still come over or something?"
"Sure. But we can't go setting bad examples for my sister. We've got to be on our best behaviour."
"Yes, Hitler."
"You did not just call me Hitler."
"I think I just did."
"Not nice."
"You're right. I'm sorry. Besides, you're not gay."
"Huh?"
"There's speculation that Hitler may have been gay. You didn't know that?"
"Um... of course I did..."
"Liar. Anyway, homework is calling...see you tomorrow."
"Yeah, tomorrow."
I hung up the phone and slumped on my bed. I looked at my nightstand, and there was a picture of me and Madison together. I sighed and put it in a drawer. I picked up a stack of random pictures and began flipping through them. Most of them were of me and Madison, but the last photo was amazing. It was of me and Amy at Reverend Keys' wedding. We were dancing and we both had the most sullen looks on our faces. But I could see it in both of our eyes that we wanted one another, but we were just too afraid to admit it. But look where I am now. I'm with Amy Abbott. I make out with Amy Abbott. I am in love with Amy Abbott.
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weeee! that was longer than my other updates.... weee.
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[Amy's Room, after school]
EPHRAM POV
We were studying in Amy's room. To keep us focused, Amy lay on the bed, and I sat in the chair. We kept stealing glances at each other, but we both had a huge algebra test the next day, so we couldn't get distracted. I went back to studying, but then I felt something hit me on the forehead. It was a note. I opened it to read: [i] Hey sexy [/i] Way to keep the concentration, Amy. I quickly scribbled my response: [i] Hey ugly [/i] I tossed the note back to her. She opened it, and I saw her jaw drop. She wrote back: [i] that was NOT nice. i'm not kissing you ever again until you take it back. [/i] I wrote that I took it back, and she looked at me and smiled. I nodded and turned my head back to my math book. About ten minutes later, Amy closed her math book with a sigh.
"Study break!" Amy exclaimed, flopping back on the bed.
"It's only been half an hour." I said. I really needed to pass this test. "As much as I would love to make out with you right now, I need to study. I'm already failing algebra."
"Fine. But I'll just be sitting here... On my bed... Feeling lonely..." Amy pouted. God, she's so irresistible. I looked over at her, and she was taking off her hoodie sweater. Oh god. "Mmmm... Is it hot in here?"
I couldn't take it anymore. I threw my book on the ground and walked over to Amy's bed. She looked up at me and smiled. I grinned and lay down next to her. I tucked a loose piece of hair behind her ear and brought her close for a soft and tender kiss. Amy put her hand on my neck, and I pulled her closer with my hand on her slim waist. I slipped my hand under her shirt and ran it up her bare back. She shivered and arched her back. I was surprised when I felt her tongue on my lips, begging me to open my mouth. I did, and she dove on my tongue like an animal. I had never seen this side of her before... so... wild. I rolled on top of her and started to pull at her jeans. She quickly pulled away.
"Ephram! What are you doing?" Amy demanded.
I just looked at her.
"Do you honestly think I'm that easy? God..." Amy sighed.
"I'm sorry... I got carried away. I crossed the line." I pleaded. She was majorly pissed off.
"Crossed the line? You plowed over the line with a bulldozer!" Amy said.
"I'm sorry!" I said. I really was.
"I think you should leave." Amy whispered.
I nodded and packed my backpack. I said a quiet goodbye and let myself out. Why did I have to go and mess this up?
[County High, the next day]
She avoided me for the entire morning. It was lunch, so I went to sit with Bright. Amy was there too, but neither of us said a word to each other. It wasn't too fun, since Bright and Laynie were having an in-depth conversation about chicken salad sandwiches. Interesting, I know. Amy and I silently ate our lunches. The bell rang, but I wouldn't let Amy leave without talking to her. I took her by the arm and guided her to a corner.
"Amy. We need to talk." I said.
"About what?" Amy said, sounding impatient.
"You know perfectly well about what." I stated. She sighed and looked at me.
"Let's just forget about it." Amy said.
"I just want you to know... I'm sorry." I breathed. She just looked at me.
"Okay. Let's get to spanish." Amy half-smiled.
"Okay. But we still have to talk about this." I warned.
Amy nodded, picked up her backpack and walked away. God I love that girl. And she's so hot when she's mad.
We passed notes all through spanish. Notes that I am not comfortable repeating. Everything was back to normal, thank goodness. At the end of the day, I was waiting for Amy at her locker. When I saw her walking down the hall, my heart started to beat faster. When she got within arm's reach, I grabbed her and pinned her to her locker. She giggled and I kissed her passionately. She ran her fingers through my hair as she gently pulled away.
"It's really hard being mad at you." Amy confessed. I grinned and kissed her again.
[Brown House, evening]
I walked into the house and my dad was standing next to the oven, looking quite puzzled.
"Problem?" I asked.
"The oven light won't turn on." Dad said, pointing inside the oven.
"What did you try?" I set my backpack down and went to stand beside dad.
"Well it's supposed to turn on when I open the oven door... But it's not." Dad explained.
"Did you try flipping the little 'on/off' switch?" I asked, and pointed to the little switch.
"Oh... uh... no." Dad said. He flipped the switch, and the oven light turned on. "Thanks."
"No problem. I'll be in my room." I said, walking towards the stairs.
"Ephram!" Dad called after me. I turned around. "I need you home this weekend. I have a patient in Denver, and I need you to watch Delia."
"Can't Nina do it?" I asked. I had plans with Amy this weekend. And they sure as hell didn't involve Delia, if you know what I mean.
"She's going on a cruise. It's a well-deserved vacation, Ephram." Dad said sternly.
"Fine. But you'd better make it worth my while." I said as I sulked up the stairs. Parents are so evil sometimes.
When I got to my room, I decided to call Amy and tell her the evil, bad news.
"Yo." Bright picked up. I really have to convince him that he is a small town white boy. It's just weird for him to say 'yo'.
"Hey Bright. Is Amy there?"
"Yeah, dawg. Hold on... [i] Amy! It's your lover! [/i]"
"Hey, you." Amy's voice sounded beautiful.
"Hey. Uh, Amy..."
"Yeah?"
"I'm gonna have to cancel our plans this weekend. My dad is going out of town, and I have to watch Delia."
"Oh... well... can I still come over or something?"
"Sure. But we can't go setting bad examples for my sister. We've got to be on our best behaviour."
"Yes, Hitler."
"You did not just call me Hitler."
"I think I just did."
"Not nice."
"You're right. I'm sorry. Besides, you're not gay."
"Huh?"
"There's speculation that Hitler may have been gay. You didn't know that?"
"Um... of course I did..."
"Liar. Anyway, homework is calling...see you tomorrow."
"Yeah, tomorrow."
I hung up the phone and slumped on my bed. I looked at my nightstand, and there was a picture of me and Madison together. I sighed and put it in a drawer. I picked up a stack of random pictures and began flipping through them. Most of them were of me and Madison, but the last photo was amazing. It was of me and Amy at Reverend Keys' wedding. We were dancing and we both had the most sullen looks on our faces. But I could see it in both of our eyes that we wanted one another, but we were just too afraid to admit it. But look where I am now. I'm with Amy Abbott. I make out with Amy Abbott. I am in love with Amy Abbott.
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weeee! that was longer than my other updates.... weee.