Disclaimer: I don't own Everwood, the town, or it's characters, I'm just a
college student.
Chapter 2 uses: "Cry me a River" by Justin Timberlake. Sorry all you Anti- Justin, Anti-pop people, I rarely put these songs in my chapters, but it's so fitting. Please give it a chance. Oh, and the song is from Ephram's perspective.
Chapter 2: Cry me a River
Amy and Kayla had been at the party for about an hour when Amy's fears turned into the truth. As she had guessed, Kayla had already run off with some man, *No doubt trying to have her own little fun*, leaving Amy to sit on the couch around a crowd of drunken guys.
"Hey, sweetie, want a drink?" One of them asked, shoving it in her face.
"No, that's okay," she said as he accidentally knocked into her and spilled it all over her skirt. She looked down, less than amused, then stood up sighing. *I'm not a loser, I just don't drink. Not after that frat party, not after what drinking did to Colin.* As she was walking away, an arm extended and pulled her by her inner elbow. The fingers were rough; they left imprints on her smooth skin as they jerked her back. She looked now, wanting to know who was doing this to her. It was a young man with light brown hair. Just as she opened her mouth to protest, his words interrupted, forcing her own back inside of her. "You're Amy Abbott! So wait, since your boyfriend's dead, you're available?" he asked, obviously already three sheets to the wind. Even as she stood a few feet away, the mixture of bad cologne and vodka swirled toward her. After overcoming the horrible attack on her sense of smell, tears began to form in her eyes. She spoke loudly now, proud to be sober so that she would remember this moment in time,
"First of all, I don't think saying something like 'your boyfriend's dead,' is anything but rude and inconsiderate. Secondly, I socialize with whom I choose to, and by me sitting on this couch, I wasn't inviting you and your friends to spill their alcohol on me and then ask me abrupt questions."
"So wait, you ARE available then?" the guy that had spilled his beer on her asked. She stormed away, needing to clear her head and air out her skirt. Outside it was peaceful, if you could ignore the screaming, laughing, music, and intoxicated people jumping on the trampoline. While she had been focused on Ephram's depression, she had forgotten that she was just starting to overcome her own. Ephram did that to her; made her forget about herself and her own pain. When he was around her the only things she felt were love and freedom; two feelings she felt when solely around him, no one else. She knew his feelings about her were quite opposite.
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"You were my sun
You were my earth
But you didn't know all the ways I loved you, no
So you took a chance
And made other plans
But I bet you didn't think your thing would come crashing
down, no
You don't have to say, what you did,
I already know, I found out from him
Now there's just no chance, for you and me, there'll never be
And don't it make you sad about it
You told me you loved me
Why did you leave me, all alone
Now you tell me you need me
When you call me, on the phone
Girl I refuse, you must have me confused
With some other guy
Your bridges were burned, and now it's your turn
To cry, cry me a river
Cry me a river-er
Cry me a river
Cry me a river-er, yea yea"
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Someone came from behind her and placed their hand on her back. She turned, ready to scream if it was those guys from earlier, but held her words when she saw that it was Bright; spongebob figure in one hand, drink in the other.
"Amy? What the hell? You're being social again?" he asked taking a sip from his cup.
"Bright? What the hell? You're still an asshole?" she shot back.
"Woah, woah, no need to go crazy . . ." he said, then felt badly as he saw her look down. He knew people had been calling her crazy since the day Colin had died. "Look, I didn't mean it that way. I just, well, as shocked as I am to say this, I'm really glad to see you're feeling more like yourself again." He said.
"Yeah, well I didn't exactly come on my own terms, so don't get too excited. Kayla forced me. But I see you're back to your usual self again too, drinking. When exactly did Spongebob start drinking?"
"Isn't this the coolest thing ever? My buddy took it from some little kid. Hey, do you think it's collectable? I should ask Ephram, he knows all about that kind of thing."
"Don't make fun of him!" she retorted defensively.
"I'm not, I was being serious. About Ephram, you should talk to him. You guys are too close to fight like this . . . oh, hey, I'll catch you later, some of the guys rented the ultimate spongebob DVD!" He said running to catch up with his friends.
She rolled her eyes. Ready to go back inside, she was horrified at what she saw. Ephram. Kayla. Talking. That couldn't be a good sign. As she got closer she saw he was laughing. *How can SHE make him laugh, and I could dance circle around him and he'd never even notice?* She stopped as she approached a wall she could hide behind. As horrible as she felt listening in on their conversation, she had to understand what was going on.
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"I know that they say
That some things are better left unsaid
It wasn't like you only talked to him and you know it
(Don't act like you don't know it)
All of these things people told me
Keep messing with my head
(Messing with my head)
You should've picked honesty
Then you may not have blown it
(Yea..)
You don't have to say, what you did,
(Don't have to say, what you did)
I already know, I found out from him
(I already know, uh)
Now there's just no chance, for you and me, there'll never be
(No chance, you and me)
And don't it make you sad about it"
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"Damn, this party rules! Hey, listen, you should ease up on those drinks there, dark man." Kayla said playfully hitting him. Amy knew how much that nickname angered him, but instead of walking away, he laughed.
"Yeah, I probably should. I'm getting a killer headache," he said pinching his forehead then closing his eyes.
"Well hey, I mean, I've got some really good pills for that kind of thing. They work magic." She said pulling out an unlabeled orange tinted prescription pill bottle.
"Awesome, thanks," he said popping one in, then asking for more. Amy was horrified. She flew out from behind the wall and ran in their direction, knocking the pills out of Ephram's hand.
"Amy? What the hell?! I've got a headache, I needed those!" he said narrowing his eyes at her, taking another swig of his drink.
"No, Ephram, what you need to do is put the drink down. These are prescription pills, Kayla," she said glancing down at her hand after picking one up. "Why would you give these to him? You don't know if he's allergic, and he's drinking." She said angrily.
"I don't need you to be my watchdog, Amy!" He said. Obviously the alcohol was speaking for him; he never addressed her in such a cruel and accusing tone. "Kayla was only trying to help." He screamed. The room went silent.
"Help you? Help you die, maybe. And about that watchdog thing, I'm sorry if being a concerned friend is such a bad thing." She said loudly.
"So now you're okay with being my friend? What? I wasn't good enough before? I wasn't good enough to be your boyfriend? Hell, I wasn't Colin! I mean, who could be as great as Colin was, right? I tried being your friend after that and all you did was ignore me, push me away. So now I'm doing that to you, Amy. You know I'm having a rough time with Madison and I breaking up! Don't try crawling back to me now because you're lonely. You should've thought about that before!" he shouted, throwing his now empty cup to the ground and storming off.
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"You told me you loved me
Why did you leave me, all alone
(All alone)
Now you tell me you need me
When you call me, on the phone
(When you call me on the phone)
Girl I refuse, you must have me confused
With some other guy
(I'm not like them baby)
Your bridges were burned, and now it's your turn
(It's your turn)
To cry, cry me a river
(Go on and just)
Cry me a river-er
(Go on and just)
Cry me a river
(Baby go on and just)
Cry me a river-er, yea yea
Oh
(Oh)
The damage is done
So I guess I be leaving
Oh
(Oh)
The damage is done
So I guess I be leaving
Oh
(Oh)
The damage is done
So I guess I be leaving
Oh
(Oh)
The damage is done
So I guess I be... leaving"
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"Oh, and Kayla? We're through! Don't call me, don't approach me. I'm sick of being your little tagalong. Don't ever ask me to do anything again, not after what you've done tonight." She said walking off to find Ephram.
He was sitting on the balcony, his feet dangling over the edge. He was motionless as she approached him. Her heart was twisting and pulling in 70 different directions and yet all of them seemed wrong. She sat down next to him, hoping that being alone with him would make things easier. Even his presence, angry or not, drunk or sober, somehow made her feel at ease.
"I know you and I aren't really on that good of terms right now, and I know why. I've said it a million times lately, but I'm sorry for being such an awful friend to you. I'm sorry your relationship with Madison didn't work out. But I'm not sorry for what happened just now. You may not like me, even as a friend, but I wasn't going to stand there and watch someone make a fool of you like Kayla was trying to." She spoke in a quiet, wispy manner.
His voice, equally as quiet, more from the lack of enthusiasm than care, said, "I didn't need Kayla to make a fool out of me. You already have. I was a fool for thinking I could have any kind of meaningful relationship with you; as a friend, or as more. Madison and I broke up. Yes, it's true, but that doesn't mean that I'm ready for you and me again." The injuriousness of his words was unavoidable.
"I just want to know we're friends. I just want to be able to hang out with you. To have you look at me without me feeling like my heart's caving in every time."
"Friends? I don't know. That trust is kinda dead, Amy," he said harshly, "I tried so many times and I just don't have it in my anymore."
She began to cry, "You're not even giving me a chance!"
"Don't like how it feels, do you? Not being given a fair chance. Well, I'm sorry but I've given you about a lifetime of chances. I'm not saying that I hate you, I'm just saying that right here, and right now . . . I can't see us being friends. Maybe in the future, but not now."
Her tears became violent, forcing themselves out of her eyes and onto her skirt. "I thought we could beat anything; overcome anything! I thought you and I were stronger than this."
"We were." He said getting up and starting to walk away. *What are these words emanating from his lips? How can they come from the same mouth that I shared those sweet kisses with? Those tender, loving moments; the talks, the encouragement.* She sat and stared at the stars miserably. "How I wish I were like you, stars. You're consistent; you always know what you're supposed to do. You're supposed to shine, that's all you have to do," she said softly, hardly above a whisper. "I never know what I'm supposed to do, and when I finally think I DO know, I find out I've been wrong all along." Ephram paused, trying to take in her words unbeknownst to her. He wouldn't give her the satisfaction of knowing that he still liked hearing the songlike tone in her voice.
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"You don't have to say, what you did,
(Don't have to say, what you did)
I already know, I found out from him
(I already know, uh)
Now there's just no chance, for you and me, there'll never be
(No chance, you and me)
And don't it make you sad about it
Cry me a river
(Go on and just)
Cry me a river-er
(Baby go on and just)
Cry me a river
(You can go on and just)
Cry me a river-er, yea yea
Cry me a river
Baby go on and just)
Cry me a river-er
(Go on and just)
Cry me a river
(Cause I've already cried)
Cry me a river-er, yea yea
(Ain't gonna cry no more, yea-yea)"
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She heard a loud thud. It pounded through her from head to toe before she turned.
"Oh God, Ephram!" she said walking toward him, trying to see clearly through her puffy, tear clouded eyes. He had collapsed and hit his head on the cement of the porch, right before making it back into the house. While she panicked, she wondered if he had heard what she said to the stars. There wasn't time for petty thoughts just then; she knew that it had been she alone that had hurt him so badly tonight.
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"Cry me a river
Cry me a river, oh
Cry me a river, oh Cry me a river, oh
Cry me a river, oh
(Cry me, cry me) Cry me a river, oh
(Cry me, cry me)
Cry me a river, oh
(Cry me, cry me)
Cry me a river, oh
(Cry me, cry me)"
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A/N: Well, I cut out some of the "cry me"'s at the end. They just got in the way. I figured everyone got the point. Anyways, This isn't a sad story so if you'll all just bear with me it's going be happy. Just needs time and some building up to. Read and review so I can continue!
Chapter 2 uses: "Cry me a River" by Justin Timberlake. Sorry all you Anti- Justin, Anti-pop people, I rarely put these songs in my chapters, but it's so fitting. Please give it a chance. Oh, and the song is from Ephram's perspective.
Chapter 2: Cry me a River
Amy and Kayla had been at the party for about an hour when Amy's fears turned into the truth. As she had guessed, Kayla had already run off with some man, *No doubt trying to have her own little fun*, leaving Amy to sit on the couch around a crowd of drunken guys.
"Hey, sweetie, want a drink?" One of them asked, shoving it in her face.
"No, that's okay," she said as he accidentally knocked into her and spilled it all over her skirt. She looked down, less than amused, then stood up sighing. *I'm not a loser, I just don't drink. Not after that frat party, not after what drinking did to Colin.* As she was walking away, an arm extended and pulled her by her inner elbow. The fingers were rough; they left imprints on her smooth skin as they jerked her back. She looked now, wanting to know who was doing this to her. It was a young man with light brown hair. Just as she opened her mouth to protest, his words interrupted, forcing her own back inside of her. "You're Amy Abbott! So wait, since your boyfriend's dead, you're available?" he asked, obviously already three sheets to the wind. Even as she stood a few feet away, the mixture of bad cologne and vodka swirled toward her. After overcoming the horrible attack on her sense of smell, tears began to form in her eyes. She spoke loudly now, proud to be sober so that she would remember this moment in time,
"First of all, I don't think saying something like 'your boyfriend's dead,' is anything but rude and inconsiderate. Secondly, I socialize with whom I choose to, and by me sitting on this couch, I wasn't inviting you and your friends to spill their alcohol on me and then ask me abrupt questions."
"So wait, you ARE available then?" the guy that had spilled his beer on her asked. She stormed away, needing to clear her head and air out her skirt. Outside it was peaceful, if you could ignore the screaming, laughing, music, and intoxicated people jumping on the trampoline. While she had been focused on Ephram's depression, she had forgotten that she was just starting to overcome her own. Ephram did that to her; made her forget about herself and her own pain. When he was around her the only things she felt were love and freedom; two feelings she felt when solely around him, no one else. She knew his feelings about her were quite opposite.
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"You were my sun
You were my earth
But you didn't know all the ways I loved you, no
So you took a chance
And made other plans
But I bet you didn't think your thing would come crashing
down, no
You don't have to say, what you did,
I already know, I found out from him
Now there's just no chance, for you and me, there'll never be
And don't it make you sad about it
You told me you loved me
Why did you leave me, all alone
Now you tell me you need me
When you call me, on the phone
Girl I refuse, you must have me confused
With some other guy
Your bridges were burned, and now it's your turn
To cry, cry me a river
Cry me a river-er
Cry me a river
Cry me a river-er, yea yea"
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Someone came from behind her and placed their hand on her back. She turned, ready to scream if it was those guys from earlier, but held her words when she saw that it was Bright; spongebob figure in one hand, drink in the other.
"Amy? What the hell? You're being social again?" he asked taking a sip from his cup.
"Bright? What the hell? You're still an asshole?" she shot back.
"Woah, woah, no need to go crazy . . ." he said, then felt badly as he saw her look down. He knew people had been calling her crazy since the day Colin had died. "Look, I didn't mean it that way. I just, well, as shocked as I am to say this, I'm really glad to see you're feeling more like yourself again." He said.
"Yeah, well I didn't exactly come on my own terms, so don't get too excited. Kayla forced me. But I see you're back to your usual self again too, drinking. When exactly did Spongebob start drinking?"
"Isn't this the coolest thing ever? My buddy took it from some little kid. Hey, do you think it's collectable? I should ask Ephram, he knows all about that kind of thing."
"Don't make fun of him!" she retorted defensively.
"I'm not, I was being serious. About Ephram, you should talk to him. You guys are too close to fight like this . . . oh, hey, I'll catch you later, some of the guys rented the ultimate spongebob DVD!" He said running to catch up with his friends.
She rolled her eyes. Ready to go back inside, she was horrified at what she saw. Ephram. Kayla. Talking. That couldn't be a good sign. As she got closer she saw he was laughing. *How can SHE make him laugh, and I could dance circle around him and he'd never even notice?* She stopped as she approached a wall she could hide behind. As horrible as she felt listening in on their conversation, she had to understand what was going on.
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"I know that they say
That some things are better left unsaid
It wasn't like you only talked to him and you know it
(Don't act like you don't know it)
All of these things people told me
Keep messing with my head
(Messing with my head)
You should've picked honesty
Then you may not have blown it
(Yea..)
You don't have to say, what you did,
(Don't have to say, what you did)
I already know, I found out from him
(I already know, uh)
Now there's just no chance, for you and me, there'll never be
(No chance, you and me)
And don't it make you sad about it"
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"Damn, this party rules! Hey, listen, you should ease up on those drinks there, dark man." Kayla said playfully hitting him. Amy knew how much that nickname angered him, but instead of walking away, he laughed.
"Yeah, I probably should. I'm getting a killer headache," he said pinching his forehead then closing his eyes.
"Well hey, I mean, I've got some really good pills for that kind of thing. They work magic." She said pulling out an unlabeled orange tinted prescription pill bottle.
"Awesome, thanks," he said popping one in, then asking for more. Amy was horrified. She flew out from behind the wall and ran in their direction, knocking the pills out of Ephram's hand.
"Amy? What the hell?! I've got a headache, I needed those!" he said narrowing his eyes at her, taking another swig of his drink.
"No, Ephram, what you need to do is put the drink down. These are prescription pills, Kayla," she said glancing down at her hand after picking one up. "Why would you give these to him? You don't know if he's allergic, and he's drinking." She said angrily.
"I don't need you to be my watchdog, Amy!" He said. Obviously the alcohol was speaking for him; he never addressed her in such a cruel and accusing tone. "Kayla was only trying to help." He screamed. The room went silent.
"Help you? Help you die, maybe. And about that watchdog thing, I'm sorry if being a concerned friend is such a bad thing." She said loudly.
"So now you're okay with being my friend? What? I wasn't good enough before? I wasn't good enough to be your boyfriend? Hell, I wasn't Colin! I mean, who could be as great as Colin was, right? I tried being your friend after that and all you did was ignore me, push me away. So now I'm doing that to you, Amy. You know I'm having a rough time with Madison and I breaking up! Don't try crawling back to me now because you're lonely. You should've thought about that before!" he shouted, throwing his now empty cup to the ground and storming off.
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"You told me you loved me
Why did you leave me, all alone
(All alone)
Now you tell me you need me
When you call me, on the phone
(When you call me on the phone)
Girl I refuse, you must have me confused
With some other guy
(I'm not like them baby)
Your bridges were burned, and now it's your turn
(It's your turn)
To cry, cry me a river
(Go on and just)
Cry me a river-er
(Go on and just)
Cry me a river
(Baby go on and just)
Cry me a river-er, yea yea
Oh
(Oh)
The damage is done
So I guess I be leaving
Oh
(Oh)
The damage is done
So I guess I be leaving
Oh
(Oh)
The damage is done
So I guess I be leaving
Oh
(Oh)
The damage is done
So I guess I be... leaving"
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"Oh, and Kayla? We're through! Don't call me, don't approach me. I'm sick of being your little tagalong. Don't ever ask me to do anything again, not after what you've done tonight." She said walking off to find Ephram.
He was sitting on the balcony, his feet dangling over the edge. He was motionless as she approached him. Her heart was twisting and pulling in 70 different directions and yet all of them seemed wrong. She sat down next to him, hoping that being alone with him would make things easier. Even his presence, angry or not, drunk or sober, somehow made her feel at ease.
"I know you and I aren't really on that good of terms right now, and I know why. I've said it a million times lately, but I'm sorry for being such an awful friend to you. I'm sorry your relationship with Madison didn't work out. But I'm not sorry for what happened just now. You may not like me, even as a friend, but I wasn't going to stand there and watch someone make a fool of you like Kayla was trying to." She spoke in a quiet, wispy manner.
His voice, equally as quiet, more from the lack of enthusiasm than care, said, "I didn't need Kayla to make a fool out of me. You already have. I was a fool for thinking I could have any kind of meaningful relationship with you; as a friend, or as more. Madison and I broke up. Yes, it's true, but that doesn't mean that I'm ready for you and me again." The injuriousness of his words was unavoidable.
"I just want to know we're friends. I just want to be able to hang out with you. To have you look at me without me feeling like my heart's caving in every time."
"Friends? I don't know. That trust is kinda dead, Amy," he said harshly, "I tried so many times and I just don't have it in my anymore."
She began to cry, "You're not even giving me a chance!"
"Don't like how it feels, do you? Not being given a fair chance. Well, I'm sorry but I've given you about a lifetime of chances. I'm not saying that I hate you, I'm just saying that right here, and right now . . . I can't see us being friends. Maybe in the future, but not now."
Her tears became violent, forcing themselves out of her eyes and onto her skirt. "I thought we could beat anything; overcome anything! I thought you and I were stronger than this."
"We were." He said getting up and starting to walk away. *What are these words emanating from his lips? How can they come from the same mouth that I shared those sweet kisses with? Those tender, loving moments; the talks, the encouragement.* She sat and stared at the stars miserably. "How I wish I were like you, stars. You're consistent; you always know what you're supposed to do. You're supposed to shine, that's all you have to do," she said softly, hardly above a whisper. "I never know what I'm supposed to do, and when I finally think I DO know, I find out I've been wrong all along." Ephram paused, trying to take in her words unbeknownst to her. He wouldn't give her the satisfaction of knowing that he still liked hearing the songlike tone in her voice.
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"You don't have to say, what you did,
(Don't have to say, what you did)
I already know, I found out from him
(I already know, uh)
Now there's just no chance, for you and me, there'll never be
(No chance, you and me)
And don't it make you sad about it
Cry me a river
(Go on and just)
Cry me a river-er
(Baby go on and just)
Cry me a river
(You can go on and just)
Cry me a river-er, yea yea
Cry me a river
Baby go on and just)
Cry me a river-er
(Go on and just)
Cry me a river
(Cause I've already cried)
Cry me a river-er, yea yea
(Ain't gonna cry no more, yea-yea)"
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She heard a loud thud. It pounded through her from head to toe before she turned.
"Oh God, Ephram!" she said walking toward him, trying to see clearly through her puffy, tear clouded eyes. He had collapsed and hit his head on the cement of the porch, right before making it back into the house. While she panicked, she wondered if he had heard what she said to the stars. There wasn't time for petty thoughts just then; she knew that it had been she alone that had hurt him so badly tonight.
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"Cry me a river
Cry me a river, oh
Cry me a river, oh Cry me a river, oh
Cry me a river, oh
(Cry me, cry me) Cry me a river, oh
(Cry me, cry me)
Cry me a river, oh
(Cry me, cry me)
Cry me a river, oh
(Cry me, cry me)"
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A/N: Well, I cut out some of the "cry me"'s at the end. They just got in the way. I figured everyone got the point. Anyways, This isn't a sad story so if you'll all just bear with me it's going be happy. Just needs time and some building up to. Read and review so I can continue!