The People

R & R. In the words of democracy, the people will decide if it shall continue. My story with Everwood characters.

Everything started in early November. The first kiss on the lips. The first of infinite butterflies. The somewhat manly sickness he gets in the morning, making him want to hurl in the bathroom before he meets her that morning. When he drives to meet her at their "secret" spot, his hands get sweaty from the early nervousness of love. The relationship grew gradually into like an affair. Escaping away from everyone and everything to be alone. They go to a hilltop looking down on Everwood, a little town in which they lived. One who lived there all her life and the other who had recently moved two years ago.

He never had much friends at County High. Throughout the two years he made enough friends that could be counted all on one hand. A total of three friends. All lot, huh. And one he's not so sure of. A little weird sometimes. A little perverted too. But at times it was fun to talk to him. The girl, who he thinks about everyday and every minute possible became his best friend, with a intimate relationship. Thinking it would never last, or never work, they still, in their hopeful hearts, still tried hard. But time progressed the heart to beat weaker and softer than the last. And eventually hope stop beating.

When they were together he almost dropped down on his knees to pray to her like a god. Because in his sense she was one. Out of every woman character, real or animated, she was perfect. Of all the things a girlfriend would do she also took the roles of a best friend. Teaching him to parallel park. Going with him to the DMV to take his driving test. When he was felt miserable or depressed she was there to comfort him. She wasn't only god. She was relief. An escape from reality. Her simple flawless smile turned everything gold. It was a miracle. Some days he would be frustrated or angry and then seeing her again it made everything worth it. Being yelled at for being late to home just because he was staying late with her. Or forgetting to do US government homework because he busy participating in a make-out session. At the end of the day; it was all worth it.

Now with two months after the official lost of his first girlfriend and the beginning of Summer vacation. He still can't say her name; even in the walls of his skull. Life after that, the days got dull, boring and restless. Nothing happened, even when things were happening all around him. Everything felt nothing to him. It was useless to understand or to know.

"Ephram! Dad says to get out of bed. Now," says her concerned little sister. As those words came out of her mouth everyday, he would know a brand new day has begun. And the day would end with, "Tomorrow will be better." Behind the doors he silently heard them saying "I hope so."

In some strange humor he tried not to sulk or, thought to himself, not act like a girl. Everyday he went out for a jog around three or four blocks. Depending on the day. Or mood. Ephram's father took notice to this and suggested a membership to the local gym. Just to get out of the house, he agreed. So everyday around the same time he went. It became a routine. Even with the intensity he worked with, he still thought of her in his mind. It never for once escaped his mind. For some time he realized that the more he tried to run away from her the stronger it came back in memory.

Another four weeks and it's exactly three months from the official break-up and there is still two more months to senior year begins. It was a Saturday. "I'm sick of you being home all the time." The voice came his younger sister, Delia

"I love you, too," and continuing reading his comic.

"Why don't you go jog or something."

"I already did."

She thought for a moment. "Go to work then."

"I work tomorrow. People work on a schedule. They don't just go to work whenever they want to."

"You look hungry."

"We just had lunch thirty minutes ago."

"Fine stay home!" Then she left. Every bit of memory of her, he cannot escape. Of all things to remember to help him exceed, he remembers this, the most. Almost clearly, Ephram sees her in his visions, in his dreams, even when he blinks.

The next day is another repeat, with a little difference. Delia comes in again. "What a surprise. You're home."

"What do you want."

"I love annoying you, but I care about you, too. I hate seeing you like this."

"What? Are you going to give me an advice. Dr. Phil."

"Yes, I am."

"Hurry up, then. I have to get rid of my pesky little sister in ten minutes."

Delia snickered, "When I get sad or whatever I usually scream. But I know you're mature, or at least you think. I grab a bike and just ride."

"Well, thank you for that insightful advice."

"Are you being that word... um ... sarcastic?"

"No," He said, "I'm just being a good audience. And you know what?"

"What?"

"Get out." She left and Ephram checked off the list of things to do. Ephram really didn't mind having her come in his room everyday. It made him feel better every time she came in. Having someone talk to made the day go by faster. Anyways it's good to know that his little sister wasn't smoking weed or drinking in a corner behind Mama Joy's.

Hmmm...So who's the girl?