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college student.
Chapter 3 uses "Rest in Pieces" by Saliva. No one dies, so no one panic :)
Chapter 3: Rest in Pieces
"Oh Ephram, don't do this," she said shaking his motionless body. "Wake up, come on," she pleaded. "Please . . . I don't want to have to get someone here to help you, so if you'll just open your eyes this doesn't have to be a big deal. If they see pills in your system, and alcohol, they're going to think . . . well, they're going to think something that's untrue." Her words were filled with sincerity and concern, each spoken as if more important and convincing than the last. She found ice and began rubbing the melting cubes back and forth across his forehead. The tiny droplets ran down the sides of his face until they were finally absorbed.
Kayla had been looking for the bathroom when she came across an unconscious Ephram and a panic stricken Amy. She tried to remain silent and run out before Amy saw her, but it was too late.
"Kayla, get back here! Now!" she screamed.
"Amy, look. I swear those were only sugar pills I gave him. I just wanted to see if I could freak him out, they weren't really prescription . . ." she said nervously.
"You better be telling the truth," she said shouting, "And even if you are, why the HELL would you do that? It's not funny. If they had been real, people could've thought he was attempting suicide," the hurt in her voice becoming evident.
"I am telling the truth, look, I was just trying to have a little fun. I . . . I'm sorry," she said running away. Amy didn't have time to go chasing after her just then.
She crouched down by Ephram and placed her hand on his head, then moved it down to his heart. While she may have been overdramatic in checking for his pulse, she wanted to make sure that what Kayla had said about the pills being nothing but a placebo was true. Sure enough, a steady heart beat coursed from his body, through her hand, causing blood to rush to her face in a relieved blush.
He began to stir, and noticing this, she removed her hand from his heart. His eyes slowly opened and he looked through semi-blurry vision up at the woman he had just fought with. "What, what happened? Where am I? Why are you here?" he asked slowly as if each question was more confusing than the last. He briefly felt at ease when he saw her soft face.
"We're still at the party. You had too much to drink . . . you took . . . pills, but they weren't anything bad," she added, "and you collapsed."
"Why are you here?" he repeated, but more in an inquisitive tone than an angry one.
"You and I were . . ." she started.
"Fighting, yes I haven't forgotten that much. I'm still angry and still hurt from you." He said sitting up now.
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"Look at me, my depth perception must be off again
Cause this hurts deeper
Than I thought it did
It has not healed with time
It just shot down my
spine -- You look so beautiful tonight
Reminds me how you laid us down
And
gently smiled
before you destroyed my life"
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"Yes, I know. Ephram I never meant for any of this to happen. I feel like such an awful friend, I . . ."
"Let's not talk about this now. I think we've already rehashed the topic one too many times." He said trying to stand now but failing. He began falling to one side, and Amy rushed over to catch him and help him lean against the balcony railing. She then pulled away.
"I don't think you're in any shape to go home right now, why don't we just hang out a little while?" she asked, actually thinking of him instead herself for once and realizing it.
"Maybe you should just go. I'll be okay here. I'm really not in the mood right now." He said angrily.
"No, I'm staying. You'll fall asleep if you're out here by yourself. That's the last thing that can happen if you have a concussion," she said seriously.
"Fine, but you go to sleep. I may be a jerk but I don't keep people from sleeping," he said sitting down in a chair. She sat across from him.
"You're not a jerk, Eph . . ." she started but was interrupted by him.
"Go to sleep," he said in a cold tone, she looked unhappy but decided not to start anything just then. She closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep. Ephram watched her. *She just never lets up, does she? She just CAN'T leave me alone. She knows the pain I'm in from Madison, she knows it takes time to get over someone . . . she knows that better than anyone. How is it that I can go through the day perfectly fine, in a great mood even, and then I see her and all the sudden it's like I'm back at square one? I'm done with her . . . the only thing she does is hurt me, She's nothing to me . . . not anymore . . . * He thought.
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"Would you find it in your
heart
To make this go away
And let me rest in pieces
Would you find it
in your heart?
To make this go away
And let me rest in pieces"
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*And yet,* he started thinking again *and yet, she's everything to me.* He was mesmerized by the wisps of her hair blowing different directions in the wind. Each strand fell and rose in the most unpredictable manner. *When's she's sleeping she looks angelic. She makes me think of how I used to feel for her. I'd do anything to be able to say I'm over that. I'd do anything to be over that; to be over her.* he could hear her faint breaths now as she slept. The wind was starting to pick up and he saw her readjust to get warmer in the chair. An undesired smile spread across his face. *Damn it, Amy, why do you have to be so hot when you're sleeping? It's when you're awake that you piss me off.* he thought and laughed, realizing that was a completely degrading thing to say and taking it back immediately.
The next few hours Ephram fought against two things: falling asleep, and falling into Amy's trap again. When she awoke, he was only sure that he had won one of those battles, but was determined to seem angry at her. It was easier that way. If she thought he was a complete jerk she wouldn't be so nice to him; maybe she'd give up on him and give his heart a rest for once.
"Ephram . . . you're not sleeping . . . are you?" she asked groggily, stretching her arms out in front of her.
"No, I'm good," he said normally, and before he realized what he was about to say, it was too late, "go back to sleep." Sleep was safe, he figured. Sleep only involved him watching her, it didn't involve talking to her, it didn't involve her eyes . . .
"What've you been doing this whole time?" she asked yawning.
"Trying to stay awake; it's nearly 3 AM you know." He said closing his eyes.
"I'm not really tired anymore. You seem better, let me look at you a second. Maybe you can go home without your dad noticing."
"Amy, I'm trashed, I've got a bruise the size of a baseball on my eye, a giant bump on my head, I DOUBT he won't notice." She placed her hand on his chin in an attempt to look at his face. He folded his arms and looked down in refusal. She moved closer to him and he was weakened as the scent of her perfume danced heavenly around him. It was like sweet flowers.
"I SAID, let me look," she said agitated, yet playfully. As angry as it made him to admit to himself, he sort of like the way she was being so demanding and in charge. He loosened the tenseness of his neck muscles, allowing her to life his chin. "god you're a baby," she said in an irritated tone. He wasn't a baby; he just knew if he looked at her she'd pull him in again, and he certainly couldn't have that.
"Damn it, Ephram, open your eyes!" she said almost laughing at the ridiculousness of his behavior. *Men* she thought. He did, and in an instant she felt the rush all over again. His eyes were so green, and they were looking right into hers, just as they had when they kissed. He too was enchanted by her gaze. He felt himself being pulled in two directions: being sucked in by her deep brown eyes, yet at the same time, being spit out by the memories of her old inconsiderate disposition. He broke away first.
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"Look at me, my depth perception must be off again
You got much
closer than I thought you did
I'm in your reach
You held me in your
hands"
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"I'm fine," he said now taking his hand to his chin to remove her hand. She dropped her hand before he touched it, realizing the awkwardness. He now noticed she also smelled like beer and was alarmed.
"Have you been drinking?" He asked in an actually concerned tone. She was taken aback.
"No, some guys spilled beer on me . . . they were asking me about Colin and getting a little too close to me, so I got up. That's when I saw you with . . . ." she stopped.
"You know, you and I are far from okay, Amy. Those things I said before may have been worded wrongly, but I meant it when I said I've lost my trust in you. I'd be lying if I said that I could walk away tonight, leave you here, and never talk to you again. We both know that. But don't expect things to be okay for awhile." He said rubbing his forehead.
"Okay . . ." she knew he was right. "Hey, not to change the subject or anything, but are you going on that trip?" she asked hesitantly.
"Yeah, if I don't get grounded after tonight . . ." he said nodding. "I'm gonna go now." She didn't have time to speak before he had turned and was walking out the door. Stumbling over the sleeping people all over the floor, he managed his way out the front door. Realizing he wasn't in any condition to drive, he looked around to see if Amy was there. She had indeed followed him outside but it was so dark he didn't notice. *Well, looks like I'm walking home tonight* he thought. The gusts of winds ran through his body, cooling his temper and his rollercoaster like emotions from his talks with Amy. He thought of all that had transpired that night; the fighting, drinking, collapsing . . . Amy . . . her hands . . . eyes. . . as hard as he wanted to just tell her to let him go forever, he knew he'd never be happy with that decision. And although his attempt to be a jerk that night had temporarily worked, he still felt horrible for making her cry. "I am a baby," he said seriously. "I'm sorry, Amy . . ." he whispered to no one, as he started to walk into the street. His hands in his coat pocket to stay warm, a single tear sliding down his right cheek and beginning to freeze. He pushed it way, telling himself it was the cold weather making his eyes water. He knew otherwise.
She watched him walk away; the fog making his figure disappear more quickly than she would've liked. While she would've gladly given him a ride home, part of her felt he deserved to walk in the cold for being so cruel to her. She had heard his words right before he left. She took them to mean "I'm sorry, Amy, we just can't be friends like before." For all she knew she had failed that night.
She hadn't.
He hadn't meant it like that at all. He had meant quite the opposite . . . had gone back on his original plan to erase her from his life, had regressed; and he couldn't stand himself for it. But for the first time in a long time, he felt happy, and once again was revisited with that familiar mystery and excitement she instilled in him. *Give it a rest, Ephram* he told himself, shivering in the cold as he walked home alone.
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"But could you find it in your heart?
To make this go away
And let
me rest in pieces
Would you find it in your heart?
To make it go
away
And let me rest in pieces
Could you find it in your heart?
To make this go away
And let
me rest in pieces"
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A/N: So that's three! I'm going to try to update this as often as Whispered Kisses was, so I need reviews telling me what you think. Thanks, you guys!
Chapter 3 uses "Rest in Pieces" by Saliva. No one dies, so no one panic :)
Chapter 3: Rest in Pieces
"Oh Ephram, don't do this," she said shaking his motionless body. "Wake up, come on," she pleaded. "Please . . . I don't want to have to get someone here to help you, so if you'll just open your eyes this doesn't have to be a big deal. If they see pills in your system, and alcohol, they're going to think . . . well, they're going to think something that's untrue." Her words were filled with sincerity and concern, each spoken as if more important and convincing than the last. She found ice and began rubbing the melting cubes back and forth across his forehead. The tiny droplets ran down the sides of his face until they were finally absorbed.
Kayla had been looking for the bathroom when she came across an unconscious Ephram and a panic stricken Amy. She tried to remain silent and run out before Amy saw her, but it was too late.
"Kayla, get back here! Now!" she screamed.
"Amy, look. I swear those were only sugar pills I gave him. I just wanted to see if I could freak him out, they weren't really prescription . . ." she said nervously.
"You better be telling the truth," she said shouting, "And even if you are, why the HELL would you do that? It's not funny. If they had been real, people could've thought he was attempting suicide," the hurt in her voice becoming evident.
"I am telling the truth, look, I was just trying to have a little fun. I . . . I'm sorry," she said running away. Amy didn't have time to go chasing after her just then.
She crouched down by Ephram and placed her hand on his head, then moved it down to his heart. While she may have been overdramatic in checking for his pulse, she wanted to make sure that what Kayla had said about the pills being nothing but a placebo was true. Sure enough, a steady heart beat coursed from his body, through her hand, causing blood to rush to her face in a relieved blush.
He began to stir, and noticing this, she removed her hand from his heart. His eyes slowly opened and he looked through semi-blurry vision up at the woman he had just fought with. "What, what happened? Where am I? Why are you here?" he asked slowly as if each question was more confusing than the last. He briefly felt at ease when he saw her soft face.
"We're still at the party. You had too much to drink . . . you took . . . pills, but they weren't anything bad," she added, "and you collapsed."
"Why are you here?" he repeated, but more in an inquisitive tone than an angry one.
"You and I were . . ." she started.
"Fighting, yes I haven't forgotten that much. I'm still angry and still hurt from you." He said sitting up now.
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"Look at me, my depth perception must be off again
Cause this hurts deeper
Than I thought it did
It has not healed with time
It just shot down my
spine -- You look so beautiful tonight
Reminds me how you laid us down
And
gently smiled
before you destroyed my life"
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"Yes, I know. Ephram I never meant for any of this to happen. I feel like such an awful friend, I . . ."
"Let's not talk about this now. I think we've already rehashed the topic one too many times." He said trying to stand now but failing. He began falling to one side, and Amy rushed over to catch him and help him lean against the balcony railing. She then pulled away.
"I don't think you're in any shape to go home right now, why don't we just hang out a little while?" she asked, actually thinking of him instead herself for once and realizing it.
"Maybe you should just go. I'll be okay here. I'm really not in the mood right now." He said angrily.
"No, I'm staying. You'll fall asleep if you're out here by yourself. That's the last thing that can happen if you have a concussion," she said seriously.
"Fine, but you go to sleep. I may be a jerk but I don't keep people from sleeping," he said sitting down in a chair. She sat across from him.
"You're not a jerk, Eph . . ." she started but was interrupted by him.
"Go to sleep," he said in a cold tone, she looked unhappy but decided not to start anything just then. She closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep. Ephram watched her. *She just never lets up, does she? She just CAN'T leave me alone. She knows the pain I'm in from Madison, she knows it takes time to get over someone . . . she knows that better than anyone. How is it that I can go through the day perfectly fine, in a great mood even, and then I see her and all the sudden it's like I'm back at square one? I'm done with her . . . the only thing she does is hurt me, She's nothing to me . . . not anymore . . . * He thought.
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"Would you find it in your
heart
To make this go away
And let me rest in pieces
Would you find it
in your heart?
To make this go away
And let me rest in pieces"
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*And yet,* he started thinking again *and yet, she's everything to me.* He was mesmerized by the wisps of her hair blowing different directions in the wind. Each strand fell and rose in the most unpredictable manner. *When's she's sleeping she looks angelic. She makes me think of how I used to feel for her. I'd do anything to be able to say I'm over that. I'd do anything to be over that; to be over her.* he could hear her faint breaths now as she slept. The wind was starting to pick up and he saw her readjust to get warmer in the chair. An undesired smile spread across his face. *Damn it, Amy, why do you have to be so hot when you're sleeping? It's when you're awake that you piss me off.* he thought and laughed, realizing that was a completely degrading thing to say and taking it back immediately.
The next few hours Ephram fought against two things: falling asleep, and falling into Amy's trap again. When she awoke, he was only sure that he had won one of those battles, but was determined to seem angry at her. It was easier that way. If she thought he was a complete jerk she wouldn't be so nice to him; maybe she'd give up on him and give his heart a rest for once.
"Ephram . . . you're not sleeping . . . are you?" she asked groggily, stretching her arms out in front of her.
"No, I'm good," he said normally, and before he realized what he was about to say, it was too late, "go back to sleep." Sleep was safe, he figured. Sleep only involved him watching her, it didn't involve talking to her, it didn't involve her eyes . . .
"What've you been doing this whole time?" she asked yawning.
"Trying to stay awake; it's nearly 3 AM you know." He said closing his eyes.
"I'm not really tired anymore. You seem better, let me look at you a second. Maybe you can go home without your dad noticing."
"Amy, I'm trashed, I've got a bruise the size of a baseball on my eye, a giant bump on my head, I DOUBT he won't notice." She placed her hand on his chin in an attempt to look at his face. He folded his arms and looked down in refusal. She moved closer to him and he was weakened as the scent of her perfume danced heavenly around him. It was like sweet flowers.
"I SAID, let me look," she said agitated, yet playfully. As angry as it made him to admit to himself, he sort of like the way she was being so demanding and in charge. He loosened the tenseness of his neck muscles, allowing her to life his chin. "god you're a baby," she said in an irritated tone. He wasn't a baby; he just knew if he looked at her she'd pull him in again, and he certainly couldn't have that.
"Damn it, Ephram, open your eyes!" she said almost laughing at the ridiculousness of his behavior. *Men* she thought. He did, and in an instant she felt the rush all over again. His eyes were so green, and they were looking right into hers, just as they had when they kissed. He too was enchanted by her gaze. He felt himself being pulled in two directions: being sucked in by her deep brown eyes, yet at the same time, being spit out by the memories of her old inconsiderate disposition. He broke away first.
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"Look at me, my depth perception must be off again
You got much
closer than I thought you did
I'm in your reach
You held me in your
hands"
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"I'm fine," he said now taking his hand to his chin to remove her hand. She dropped her hand before he touched it, realizing the awkwardness. He now noticed she also smelled like beer and was alarmed.
"Have you been drinking?" He asked in an actually concerned tone. She was taken aback.
"No, some guys spilled beer on me . . . they were asking me about Colin and getting a little too close to me, so I got up. That's when I saw you with . . . ." she stopped.
"You know, you and I are far from okay, Amy. Those things I said before may have been worded wrongly, but I meant it when I said I've lost my trust in you. I'd be lying if I said that I could walk away tonight, leave you here, and never talk to you again. We both know that. But don't expect things to be okay for awhile." He said rubbing his forehead.
"Okay . . ." she knew he was right. "Hey, not to change the subject or anything, but are you going on that trip?" she asked hesitantly.
"Yeah, if I don't get grounded after tonight . . ." he said nodding. "I'm gonna go now." She didn't have time to speak before he had turned and was walking out the door. Stumbling over the sleeping people all over the floor, he managed his way out the front door. Realizing he wasn't in any condition to drive, he looked around to see if Amy was there. She had indeed followed him outside but it was so dark he didn't notice. *Well, looks like I'm walking home tonight* he thought. The gusts of winds ran through his body, cooling his temper and his rollercoaster like emotions from his talks with Amy. He thought of all that had transpired that night; the fighting, drinking, collapsing . . . Amy . . . her hands . . . eyes. . . as hard as he wanted to just tell her to let him go forever, he knew he'd never be happy with that decision. And although his attempt to be a jerk that night had temporarily worked, he still felt horrible for making her cry. "I am a baby," he said seriously. "I'm sorry, Amy . . ." he whispered to no one, as he started to walk into the street. His hands in his coat pocket to stay warm, a single tear sliding down his right cheek and beginning to freeze. He pushed it way, telling himself it was the cold weather making his eyes water. He knew otherwise.
She watched him walk away; the fog making his figure disappear more quickly than she would've liked. While she would've gladly given him a ride home, part of her felt he deserved to walk in the cold for being so cruel to her. She had heard his words right before he left. She took them to mean "I'm sorry, Amy, we just can't be friends like before." For all she knew she had failed that night.
She hadn't.
He hadn't meant it like that at all. He had meant quite the opposite . . . had gone back on his original plan to erase her from his life, had regressed; and he couldn't stand himself for it. But for the first time in a long time, he felt happy, and once again was revisited with that familiar mystery and excitement she instilled in him. *Give it a rest, Ephram* he told himself, shivering in the cold as he walked home alone.
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"But could you find it in your heart?
To make this go away
And let
me rest in pieces
Would you find it in your heart?
To make it go
away
And let me rest in pieces
Could you find it in your heart?
To make this go away
And let
me rest in pieces"
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A/N: So that's three! I'm going to try to update this as often as Whispered Kisses was, so I need reviews telling me what you think. Thanks, you guys!