A/N: I don't own anything... literally. Berlanti & Co. are responsible for creating the characters and their likeness. The "new girl" is mine, however.

A young woman stepped outside the airport only to be met by a cold breeze. She tightened her coat to her body, picked up her bags, and headed towards an awaiting cab. While assisting the driver with her bags, she inhaled deeply and released in relaxed fashion, thinking that it was nice to take a deep breath without coughing afterwards. After all big city life was much different that what she was headed into.

"Where ya headed?"

"Everwood."

She stepped in to the backseat of the cab, not really certain what she was doing. She was sure of one thing though... he was there. It had been over three years since she last saw him; there was so much they needed to catch up on. She looked out the window at the amazing scenery passing by her and had to admit, it was absolutely beautiful. The way the sun shone on the snow covered mountains, sparkling, blinding her a bit, was like something she'd never seen before. In fact, it looked like it came out of a movie, almost not real. She could see why Julia loved it out here.

Almost two hours later, the cab arrived in front of the house. As she got out of the backseat, she brushed her long dark hair from her eyes and looked up at the house. It wasn't what she was expecting, but then again, she didn't really know what to expect. Just as she was picking up her bags, an ugly, gray, boat of a car pulled into the driveway. A young man got out of the driver's side, and she knew it had to be him. He didn't look like himself; his hair was longer and he was still skinny, but definitely more mature. She made a mental note to tease him mercilessly about his car later. He was collecting his backpack from the trunk, so he didn't notice her walking up to him...

"Looking to head out to sea, Captain?"

"Excuse me?" Noticing her... she looks very familiar. "Oh, are you lost or something miss?"

"Yeah, I was looking for Ephram Brown, you know kinda smart skinny dork... know where I could find him?"

Turning away from her and heading towards the front door, "Nope. Never heard of him," with a slight smile creeping across his face.

After he said that last comment, she just stood there, arms folded across her chest, one eyebrow raised, and a smirk, knowing he'd turn around.

"You best turn around or I'll come kick your butt."

He slowly spun around and gave her his most charming smile, "Yeah? I'd like to see you try."

"Keep talkin smartass."

He just stood there, staring at her in disbelief.

"Well are you just gonna stand there and stare at me like I'm the bearded lady in a freak show or are you gonna come gimme a hug?"

Thinking for a moment, "Bearded lady huh? No, uh... I'd say more like mustached."

"Ohh, you are SO asking for it," as she stepped closer to him about to throw a playful punch.

"Ok, ok, white flag. What is the deal with girls and violence?"

"What're you talking about?"

"Nothing," he said as he swept her up in a tight embrace and picked her small frame up and spun her around. "What, uh, what are you doing here?"

"It's nice to see you too. I've missed you, it's been too long."

Putting her down, "Well, yeah, that goes without saying. But seriously, what are you doing here?"

"Well, I took some time off before I start school, and figured I'd come for a visit. But we can talk about that later. I can't wait to see Delia."

Ephram, in gentlemanly fashion, picked up a bag, draped an arm around her shoulder and they went inside.

Little did they know they had an audience. Sitting in her car in the street a few houses down was Amy. She couldn't believe her eyes. Once she saw that both of them had disappeared completely into the house, Amy took her foot off the brake and stepped on the gas to drive home. Did she just witness that? And more importantly, who was that girl that Ephram, her boyfriend, just hugged?