A/N: So far, so good. I have enjoyed the reviews a lot. I am the biggest Ephramy shipper; so don't plan on seeing in Madsion in this one. Hope y'all enjoy!

Amy woke to someone gently shaking her. She slipped her eyes open, the closed them back fiercely when light flooded into them. She groaned and opened her eyes little by little until they were adjusted to the brightness of the room well enough to hold them open. Ephram was kneeling down, his face the same with hers, with his hand on her bare shoulder. She hadn't noticed, until now, what she was wearing: a black tank top and short, silky black shorts. Amy rubbed her eyes and turned her head upwards to yawn.

"What are you- what am I doing here? She asked. She completely forgot she was at Ephram's. She shivered slightly as her body awoke from its state of numbness sleep too. Ephram took the blanket off from the top of the couch and covered her up.

"I just found you here this morning. What are you doing here Amy? Is everything okay at home? Tell me." He said softly, but concerned.

Amy sat up and kept the blanket wrapped around her. She shook her head; her mind was still vague because of the lack of sleep. "My dad and I had a fight. Uh...," she racked her brain to think of why, "he went through my stuff and found my pills. We had a massive blowout and I left. He and mom know I'm staying at Bright's." Amy paused to take in what she just said. "Which doesn't explain why I'm here. Well, I coerced Bright to let me stay with him, after paying him, and he and this girl had their little night while I was trying to sleep. I got up and I guess I drove over here. God, I can't even remember I did that." She shook her head again.

Ephram looked at her. She didn't look well. She was gorgeous, of course, but she looked exhausted. "Are you okay Am?"

She looked at him to notice him staring intently at her. "Yeah, I'm fine. I'm completely stressed. I've only done 3 of my college aps. and I still have 9 more to go and Dad wants to read and review over every one of my essays before I send them in, and he keeps changing stuff the last minute. He keeps trying to make me appointments with college professors and deans and stuff and he pop quizzes me about stupid things everywhere. While brushing my teeth last night, he asked me to recite the Gettysburg Address. And now all of this happen which just adds to everything else that's happened and I have a dance recital tomorrow night."

She was talking fast. Ephram couldn't believe he hadn't noticed it sooner. She was going to have a mental breakdown, a circuit overload, if she kept this up. He sat down closely next to her and gently pulled her head to his chest. She began to fall asleep to the rhythm of his heart. He slipped out from under her to allow her to sleep more comfortably. He sat at his piano. He knew he couldn't practice while she was sleeping so he took out his music book and began to alter notes.

"Play," she said.

"I don't want to keep you awake," he told her.

"I've slept through you're playing before," she informed him.

Had she not been so tired, he would've challenged that remark by throwing a pillow at her. But this was not the time.

"Good, 'cause I totally would've kicked your ass back," she said. It was canny how she could read his thoughts. He'd never have to speak, because she always had an instinct of what he was going to say.

Ephram began to play and slowly Amy drifted back to sleep.