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college student.
Chapter 6 uses "One more sad song" by the All-American Rejects.
Chapter 6: One more sad song
"Remember what I told you. WHATEVER you do, under any conditions, if Wendell comes near you with his "special" cologne on, you run, got it?" Ephram said handing Amy one of her bags he had helped her carry to the buses on the day she was leaving for the trip.
"Right. Wendell, cologne, run. You remember what I told YOU, about being nice to your dad?" she said taking the bag from him and setting it on the ground.
"Yes, while you're gone." He said with confidence.
"No, ALL the time, Ephram," she said faking an angry face. He nodded once, quickly, as if he were bowing. She laughed.
The wind had picked up snow from the pavement where they were standing and was swirling around them in circles. The awkwardness that always surrounded them began to surface. After a few minutes of silence Ephram spoke. "You'll have fun, don't worry," he said putting his gloves on. He had decided to stay until the buses were gone.
"I'm sure it'll be better than I think. I always make a big deal out of nothing anyway." She said fixing her scarf. The lines were moving more quickly now and it was almost her time to get on the bus. She picked up her bags and moved along in turn. "Well, I guess I should keep moving so no one runs me over," she said lightly.
"Yeah . . ." he said, the sorrow deepening with each step she took away from him. "Well, I'll see you in a few days then, okay?" *This is NOT happening. I should be going with her* he silently screamed to himself.
"Yeah, in a few days," she responded trying to decide if she should hug him or just leave. She didn't want to ruin anything. She moved with impulse, and before she knew it she had given him a light, friendly kiss on the cheek. The motions had been slow, as if they had suspended themselves in time. He tried to stop the rush of blood to his face but felt the heat inevitably rising. With that she grabbed her bags and was on the bus.
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"One boy, one girl, two hearts, their world
Time goes by, secrets rise
One more, sad song, tears shed, she's gone
She'd take it back, if she only could"
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Ephram stood there, watching her find a seat through the bus windows. He slowly lifted his hand to the spot that she had kissed. It had been so long since he had had any sort of physical contact other than hugs with her; over a year in fact. And although he knew it was only his imagination, her lips seemed to have burned into his skin. He lowered his hand quickly as he saw her looking out the bus window. Clad in his snow covered black coat, he waved goodbye to her, and as the bus was pulling away he yelled to her, "AND MAKE SURE BRIGHT STAYS OUT OF TROUBLE!" She smiled and waved again.
He would've waited the forever if he could've; or at least until she got back. Suddenly he realized he hadn't even thought about the possibility that something bad could happen on the trip. The bus could crash or she could break her leg; she could forget to wear her hat and get frost bite or . . .
He shook his head and forced himself to remember that she was more responsible than that. Going to that party had ruined everything. Before that night, before he drank and screamed, Before ANY of that, he had kept the cruel things he said to her in his head. If he hadn't gone, if she hadn't gone, if both of them hadn't gone then maybe nothing bad would've happened between them. Yes, he had been ignoring her, been serious with her for awhile before that, but he had never explained. He could've easily just dropped that attitude and she would've chalked it up to him being sad about breaking up with Madison. Well, he couldn't go back now, so what was the use in thinking of it? He could only move forward.
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"All the perfect words they seem so wrong,
She's gone
You wish that you could learn to see,
The door is closed and you wish you could be
Alone with you, alone with me
What can I do, I can not breath
My heart is torn, for all to see
Alone with you, alone with me."
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And forward he would move; as soon as she came back. At present though, the only thing he could worry about was getting home and trying to keep his promise to Amy about being respectful to his father. That was a chore in itself. Delia and Dr. Brown were leaving that night for Ephram's Grandparents' house in New York. Originally he wasn't going because of the ski trip, but now that he wasn't able to go on that, he had to stay home. They hadn't gotten him a ticket.
"Ephram? Where'd you go this morning?" Andy asked as he saw his son sitting at the piano.
"I went to say goodbye to Bright," he lied, knowing his Dad would figure out that wasn't the real reason anyway. He would be respectful, like he had promised Amy, but that didn't require him to not be himself.
"Bright. Right, I'm sure. Listen, I think it's nice you and Amy are talking again, I don't know what you're so embarrassed about."
"I know what he's embarrassed about!" Delia said running through the room like wildfire. She started making the shape of boxer shorts around her waist.
"Shut UP, Delia!" he said starting to turn red.
"What's that, Delia?" Andy said laughing. Ephram stared at his sister angrily.
"Nothing. Nothing at all . . . anyway, Dad, is it okay if I bring Sam a present home from New York?" she said tactlessly trying to change the subject.
Andy never did figure out what his children were talking about, but it didn't matter. "Sure you can sweetheart. Now, Ephram, remember Nina might be dropping off some food for you while we're gone. If she doesn't, there's money on the kitchen table."
"Alright, sounds good. What time are you guys leaving then?" he asked with sudden anxiousness.
"Well you're just dying to get rid of us, aren't you? We're leaving right now actually." he said laughing. "What are you up to?"
"Nothing, I just want to practice piano for a really long time." He said smiling.
"Well, what a RESPONSIBLE young son I have," he said sarcastically, knowing that Ephram was lying. "Behave yourself." He said shaking Ephram's hand. Delia ran up to her brother and gave him a hug.
"Don't worry, I won't tell dad about you and Amy and the boxer shorts," she whispered. He laughed and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "I'll see you around, kid."
It had been an hour since they were gone when Ephram already started to get anxious. He paced back and forth from one side of his room to the other. His eyes fell upon a picture of him and Amy from last school year; when he still had purple hair. She had one of those genuine smiles on her face, and so did he. They were laughing about something Bright had said when Delia had run up to them out of nowhere and taken the picture, saying that Ephram needed pictures with his friends. Ephram considered Amy his best friend for a long time. It wasn't until after their kisses, 'til after Colin woke up, that they started to grow apart. Even now that Colin was gone things hadn't changed.
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"Best friend, worst thing, she's been, cheating
Friend deceives, she leaves
Last date. she cries, whispers, goodbye
She walks once more, out that door"
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It dawned upon Ephram Brown that day that he would be the stupidest man in the world if he let Amy go on that ski trip without him. Yes, she had left; everyone who was going had, but he knew where the ski lodge was, he had a car. He had promised her that he would behave . . .
Would she really be angry that he disobeyed his dad if it was to see her, to go on the school trip? He had money from his dad, yes it was for food, but that wasn't the issue, what he didn't have, was time. If Nina came with the food she'd just assume he was out.
He scurried about the house, tossing clothes in a suitcase. It was Friday. If he left now, if he left just then, he could get there by 11. He wouldn't stay the whole weekend. He'd just go until Saturday night and then leave for home. His Dad and Delia weren't coming home until Sunday night so he'd have an entire day's worth of time in between. Easily done.
He had to do this. Maybe he was foolish. Maybe Ephram Brown wasn't known for his spontaneity; but he had to do this. Praying his car would make it the whole way without stalling, he popped a CD in the player. Although he heard the music, the lyrics were drowned out by the intensity of his thoughts. He drove through the fog and through the snow, over the ice and past houses with smoke creeping in steady, flowing streams out their chimneys. None of that mattered, not even the speed limit. All he wanted was to get to her.
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Please stay, don't go away
The hardest thing is letting go of you
Stay, don't go away
The hardest thing is letting go of you
What can I do?
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After a few hours of driving, he came to the ski lodge. Hungry, cold, and tired, Ephram put all his energy into locating Amy. As he walked through the groups of students he surveyed what he thought was every person but didn't see her. He immediately spotted Kayla, mixing it up with a few ski instructors. *Big surprise, wonder if she'll try to "drug" them too?* he thought. Because he was originally signed up for the trip, he knew that there were 6 people to a cabin and each had a chaperone. He started at the right side of the resort and worked his way left. He hadn't even thought about what he'd say to her; how he'd explain . . .
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Alone with you, alone with me, what can I do
I can not see, alone with, alone with...
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"Amy," he whispered to himself, finally coming across her cabin. He watched her through the foggy, circular window. She stood by the small stove, making hot cocoa. His eyes were ablaze at the sight of her even though she looked unhappy. He broke away his gaze from her and looked left, gasping when he saw who she was with.
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A/N: Well, I think this is the first cliffhanger of this fanfic. Keep reading and reviewing so I can continue! Thanks!
Chapter 6 uses "One more sad song" by the All-American Rejects.
Chapter 6: One more sad song
"Remember what I told you. WHATEVER you do, under any conditions, if Wendell comes near you with his "special" cologne on, you run, got it?" Ephram said handing Amy one of her bags he had helped her carry to the buses on the day she was leaving for the trip.
"Right. Wendell, cologne, run. You remember what I told YOU, about being nice to your dad?" she said taking the bag from him and setting it on the ground.
"Yes, while you're gone." He said with confidence.
"No, ALL the time, Ephram," she said faking an angry face. He nodded once, quickly, as if he were bowing. She laughed.
The wind had picked up snow from the pavement where they were standing and was swirling around them in circles. The awkwardness that always surrounded them began to surface. After a few minutes of silence Ephram spoke. "You'll have fun, don't worry," he said putting his gloves on. He had decided to stay until the buses were gone.
"I'm sure it'll be better than I think. I always make a big deal out of nothing anyway." She said fixing her scarf. The lines were moving more quickly now and it was almost her time to get on the bus. She picked up her bags and moved along in turn. "Well, I guess I should keep moving so no one runs me over," she said lightly.
"Yeah . . ." he said, the sorrow deepening with each step she took away from him. "Well, I'll see you in a few days then, okay?" *This is NOT happening. I should be going with her* he silently screamed to himself.
"Yeah, in a few days," she responded trying to decide if she should hug him or just leave. She didn't want to ruin anything. She moved with impulse, and before she knew it she had given him a light, friendly kiss on the cheek. The motions had been slow, as if they had suspended themselves in time. He tried to stop the rush of blood to his face but felt the heat inevitably rising. With that she grabbed her bags and was on the bus.
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"One boy, one girl, two hearts, their world
Time goes by, secrets rise
One more, sad song, tears shed, she's gone
She'd take it back, if she only could"
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Ephram stood there, watching her find a seat through the bus windows. He slowly lifted his hand to the spot that she had kissed. It had been so long since he had had any sort of physical contact other than hugs with her; over a year in fact. And although he knew it was only his imagination, her lips seemed to have burned into his skin. He lowered his hand quickly as he saw her looking out the bus window. Clad in his snow covered black coat, he waved goodbye to her, and as the bus was pulling away he yelled to her, "AND MAKE SURE BRIGHT STAYS OUT OF TROUBLE!" She smiled and waved again.
He would've waited the forever if he could've; or at least until she got back. Suddenly he realized he hadn't even thought about the possibility that something bad could happen on the trip. The bus could crash or she could break her leg; she could forget to wear her hat and get frost bite or . . .
He shook his head and forced himself to remember that she was more responsible than that. Going to that party had ruined everything. Before that night, before he drank and screamed, Before ANY of that, he had kept the cruel things he said to her in his head. If he hadn't gone, if she hadn't gone, if both of them hadn't gone then maybe nothing bad would've happened between them. Yes, he had been ignoring her, been serious with her for awhile before that, but he had never explained. He could've easily just dropped that attitude and she would've chalked it up to him being sad about breaking up with Madison. Well, he couldn't go back now, so what was the use in thinking of it? He could only move forward.
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"All the perfect words they seem so wrong,
She's gone
You wish that you could learn to see,
The door is closed and you wish you could be
Alone with you, alone with me
What can I do, I can not breath
My heart is torn, for all to see
Alone with you, alone with me."
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And forward he would move; as soon as she came back. At present though, the only thing he could worry about was getting home and trying to keep his promise to Amy about being respectful to his father. That was a chore in itself. Delia and Dr. Brown were leaving that night for Ephram's Grandparents' house in New York. Originally he wasn't going because of the ski trip, but now that he wasn't able to go on that, he had to stay home. They hadn't gotten him a ticket.
"Ephram? Where'd you go this morning?" Andy asked as he saw his son sitting at the piano.
"I went to say goodbye to Bright," he lied, knowing his Dad would figure out that wasn't the real reason anyway. He would be respectful, like he had promised Amy, but that didn't require him to not be himself.
"Bright. Right, I'm sure. Listen, I think it's nice you and Amy are talking again, I don't know what you're so embarrassed about."
"I know what he's embarrassed about!" Delia said running through the room like wildfire. She started making the shape of boxer shorts around her waist.
"Shut UP, Delia!" he said starting to turn red.
"What's that, Delia?" Andy said laughing. Ephram stared at his sister angrily.
"Nothing. Nothing at all . . . anyway, Dad, is it okay if I bring Sam a present home from New York?" she said tactlessly trying to change the subject.
Andy never did figure out what his children were talking about, but it didn't matter. "Sure you can sweetheart. Now, Ephram, remember Nina might be dropping off some food for you while we're gone. If she doesn't, there's money on the kitchen table."
"Alright, sounds good. What time are you guys leaving then?" he asked with sudden anxiousness.
"Well you're just dying to get rid of us, aren't you? We're leaving right now actually." he said laughing. "What are you up to?"
"Nothing, I just want to practice piano for a really long time." He said smiling.
"Well, what a RESPONSIBLE young son I have," he said sarcastically, knowing that Ephram was lying. "Behave yourself." He said shaking Ephram's hand. Delia ran up to her brother and gave him a hug.
"Don't worry, I won't tell dad about you and Amy and the boxer shorts," she whispered. He laughed and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "I'll see you around, kid."
It had been an hour since they were gone when Ephram already started to get anxious. He paced back and forth from one side of his room to the other. His eyes fell upon a picture of him and Amy from last school year; when he still had purple hair. She had one of those genuine smiles on her face, and so did he. They were laughing about something Bright had said when Delia had run up to them out of nowhere and taken the picture, saying that Ephram needed pictures with his friends. Ephram considered Amy his best friend for a long time. It wasn't until after their kisses, 'til after Colin woke up, that they started to grow apart. Even now that Colin was gone things hadn't changed.
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"Best friend, worst thing, she's been, cheating
Friend deceives, she leaves
Last date. she cries, whispers, goodbye
She walks once more, out that door"
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It dawned upon Ephram Brown that day that he would be the stupidest man in the world if he let Amy go on that ski trip without him. Yes, she had left; everyone who was going had, but he knew where the ski lodge was, he had a car. He had promised her that he would behave . . .
Would she really be angry that he disobeyed his dad if it was to see her, to go on the school trip? He had money from his dad, yes it was for food, but that wasn't the issue, what he didn't have, was time. If Nina came with the food she'd just assume he was out.
He scurried about the house, tossing clothes in a suitcase. It was Friday. If he left now, if he left just then, he could get there by 11. He wouldn't stay the whole weekend. He'd just go until Saturday night and then leave for home. His Dad and Delia weren't coming home until Sunday night so he'd have an entire day's worth of time in between. Easily done.
He had to do this. Maybe he was foolish. Maybe Ephram Brown wasn't known for his spontaneity; but he had to do this. Praying his car would make it the whole way without stalling, he popped a CD in the player. Although he heard the music, the lyrics were drowned out by the intensity of his thoughts. He drove through the fog and through the snow, over the ice and past houses with smoke creeping in steady, flowing streams out their chimneys. None of that mattered, not even the speed limit. All he wanted was to get to her.
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Please stay, don't go away
The hardest thing is letting go of you
Stay, don't go away
The hardest thing is letting go of you
What can I do?
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After a few hours of driving, he came to the ski lodge. Hungry, cold, and tired, Ephram put all his energy into locating Amy. As he walked through the groups of students he surveyed what he thought was every person but didn't see her. He immediately spotted Kayla, mixing it up with a few ski instructors. *Big surprise, wonder if she'll try to "drug" them too?* he thought. Because he was originally signed up for the trip, he knew that there were 6 people to a cabin and each had a chaperone. He started at the right side of the resort and worked his way left. He hadn't even thought about what he'd say to her; how he'd explain . . .
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Alone with you, alone with me, what can I do
I can not see, alone with, alone with...
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"Amy," he whispered to himself, finally coming across her cabin. He watched her through the foggy, circular window. She stood by the small stove, making hot cocoa. His eyes were ablaze at the sight of her even though she looked unhappy. He broke away his gaze from her and looked left, gasping when he saw who she was with.
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A/N: Well, I think this is the first cliffhanger of this fanfic. Keep reading and reviewing so I can continue! Thanks!