Disclaimer: I don't own Everwood, the town, or it's characters. I'm just a
college student.
Chapter 13 uses "Disarm" by The Smashing Pumpkins
Chapter 13: Disarm
"I thought you left County High," Amy said, rubbing her hands together from the cold as she stood outside by her car.
"I did," the voice said as he smiled. "But you're still here."
"Obviously," she said sarcastically, making him laugh. "Tommy, you're starting to freak me out, it's like you're following me or something," she said more playfully than angrily. The tone in her voice was light, friendly.
"I just wanted to see if you wanted to hang out, I heard what happened with Ephram." He said motioning for her to get in her car so she could get out of the wind. She did and unlocked the door for him to enter the passenger side.
"I told you I have feelings for someone else. That someone else is Ephram. You and I are friends, remember?" she said seriously.
"Oh I know, I'm not trying to be anything more," he said with absolute honesty, making her relax. "I just needed someone to talk to about . . . things . . ." he started.
"Well wouldn't you pick one of your better friends to talk to about 'things?' We hardly know each other." She asked confusedly.
"I can't talk to them about real issues. All they want to talk about is girls and drinking and stuff, and as you know I'm clean and sober now, so. . ." he stopped feeling like he had been rambling.
"So they make you uncomfortable?" she asked, understanding how he felt.
"To say the least, yes. With you, I don't know . . . with you it just feels like you really care and understand what I'm going through. Just because I'm sober doesn't mean I don't trip up every now and then, or think about it. So," he continued in a very serious and desperate tone, biting his lower lip in hopes she'd agree.
"You're very convincing," she said as they drove to Mama Joy's diner.
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"Disarm you with a smile
And cut you like you want me to
Cut that little child
Inside of me and such a part of you
Ooh, the years burn"
Ooh, the years burn
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Amy and her new friend sat at a booth by one of the windows. It was true, no one who saw them could've denied it; there was some sort of connection when they spoke. Not the kind she and Ephram had, certainly not that kind, but definitely one she hadn't ever felt before. While his story was brazen and depressing, his tone remained steady and coy. She wondered how he did it; how he managed to pull through all he had and still come across as a well-balanced young man; in her eyes at least.
The town shot glares at the two of them as they sat in that booth. No one in Everwood liked Tommy, no one sympathized with him . . . because know one understood him.
"And so my parents couldn't deal with me doing drugs anymore and they just stopped caring. I remember when I was little . . . mom and dad used to understand me more than anyone else could, even my friends. We were happy until only a few years ago. That's when I got the reputation I have around here today."
"What happened?" she asked genuinely interested.
"My parents started fighting . . . I wasn't doing well in school because I never spent enough time at home to do my homework. When I WAS at home I couldn't concentrate because of all the fighting. I needed an escape so I hung out with friends a lot. One day one of them suggested we go to a party. I didn't want to seem lame so I agreed to go. When I drank there, when I did my drugs, I couldn't feel the pain that my family was causing. All I could feel was happiness. It got to the point that that was the ONLY way I could feel happiness" He said starting to tear up.
"When I cleaned up . . . when I came back . . . they pretended like nothing had changed between us. Even now I can't look at them without it biting at me. Now maybe I'm immature or ignorant to blame my problems on them. They aren't the reason I became hooked on drugs and alcohol, I was the reason. Only I could decide what to do in my life, not that they would've cared, anyway. The only reason that it hurts me so much to look at them is because they weren't there while I was getting help. They abandoned me. My friends pretend I never had a problem, try to get me to do the same things that got me in trouble . . . and that's why you're different from them." He smiled.
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"I used to be a little boy
So old in my shoes
And what I choose is my choice
What's a boy supposed to do?
The killer in me is the killer in you
My love
I send this smile over to you"
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"My situation is different." She said slowly, touched by his story. She was about to tell him what she went through for the first time. "When I was little there was a boy . . .Colin Hart." She smiled as she said his name even now. Certain that he knew of the tragic tale of Colin's death, she chose to speak of his life. He nodded and opened his ears carefully to take in her tale, her misery. For if they could share in their sad experiences, she thought, maybe they could help each other heal.
She continued, "He was the first boy I kissed, the first boy I loved . . . not the last boy I loved though," she smiled as she thought of Ephram. "Colin and I shared EVERYTHING with each other, he was the only who could make me smile when I was sad and he was the only one that could stop my tears. For awhile he was the only one who could do ANYTHING for me. . ." she looked out the window with a distant, peaceful, nostalgic look in her eye. Tommy still remained silent. "When he . . . went into that coma, I felt more alone than I ever had in my life. You see, Colin had always been there. Always. Then he wasn't, or he was . . . but not in the way I needed him to be. Maybe it was selfish of me, but I was angry with him for a long time." She fell silent for a long while.
"Hey," he said gently and she finally turned t look at him again. "It's okay. You don't have to keep going, we're friends now, right? We can talk about this anytime."
"I'm okay," she said nodding, wiping a tear away from her cheek.
"Okay," he said smiling.
"I was sad and angry and hopeless, maybe it was stupid of me to have depended on someone so much that I fell to pieces without him . . . but it was too late, I already had. I was low, I hid it well but inside I was caving in. Then," she said smiling again, "Ephram came. Sure, at first I talked to him because his father was Colin's only hope, but then it became more. It took me a long time to admit, but not long to see, that Ephram had come to Everwood to fill the void of Colin. Suddenly HE was everything I needed, and Colin . . . well Colin was Colin. I hurt Ephram, hurt myself, pushed away from him because I felt I was being unfaithful to my comatose boyfriend by loving another. But nonetheless, I loved Ephram." She sighed, taking a sip of her water.
"When Colin died, I was angry all over again. I felt like God was teasing me when he let Colin come back to me for awhile. I blamed everyone for Colin's death . . . and I had pushed Ephram away so much by then that I couldn't just depend on him again. That's when I got depressed. I had no one again, and this time it was all my fault." She said tearing up again.
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"Disarm you with a smile
And leave you like they left me here
To wither in denial
The bitterness of one who's left alone
Ooh, the years burn
Ooh, the years burn, burn, burn"
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"I wish I had a friend like Ephram," he said slowly, testing to see what she'd say. He didn't know how much more she felt like talking to him about this subject. But to his surprise, she smiled.
"He is a great friend. And now, recently, we've become more. Up at the ski resort we talked. I love him so much and he loves me. He's so forgiving and he's so patient. More patient than I could ever be." She ran her index finger along the brim of her water glass.
"Thank you for listening to me, Amy," Tommy said kindly.
"No, thank you. I think this is the first time I've ever told anyone how I felt about Ephram the whole time I've known him. . ." she said suddenly realizing that this conversation had been one of the most refreshing ones she had had in a long time. She had needed that, desperately.
"I'm sorry if I seemed pushy about coming today, or even when we went out before, or on the ski trip. I just needed someone to talk to, someone to trust, you know?"
"More than you can imagine." She said smiling.
"I'm glad both our high schools went on that trip, even if I didn't exactly have the best time." He said looking to the side. "Kayla kinda ruined that."
"Kayla pretty much ruins everything," she said nodding and starting to laugh. "Don't take anything she says seriously, she's a user."
"So I've gathered," he said laughing now too. "Is there any truth in the fact Wendell doesn't wear deodorant?" he asked cringing.
"No, that's bogus too. Wendell's a sweet guy, he just . . . well he's just different than other people. More people should be nice to him." She said sipping her water. She was having a great time, surprisingly enough. "How'd you even run into them anyway?" she asked scrunching up her nose.
"They were looking for you, actually. Kayla immediately mentioned I might know . . . yaddah yaddah." He said making his hand go in a circular motion.
"Ah the cycle of gossip" she said laughing and closing her eyes.
"I know its wrath all too well," he said smiling, taking the last sip of his coffee.
They talked a few more minutes and finally left the diner as it was getting dark out. Amy didn't understand why everyone disliked Tommy so much; he seemed genuine enough and gentle. Small town people are hard to sway once they have an opinion about something.
"Don't be a stranger, Callahan," she shouted as he got out of her car and walked up the stairs to his house. She knew that he was about to leave the good times they just had and reenter the world that would bring him into depression once again; his home, his family.
"I won't!" He yelled and tipped his imaginary hat to her like had the night they met.
He opened the door and stepped inside. His father was standing in front of the door's entrance waiting for him to arrive home. "Who was that?" he asked harshly.
"My friend," he said walking past him without looking at him. His dad put his arm out to stop him from walking any farther.
"What's her name?" he asked even more sternly.
"Amy Abbott," he said through gritted teeth, trying to force past his dad's arm.
"Don't go messing up her life like you have with everyone else." His father said pushing his arm against his son's stomach with more force.
"Leave me the hell alone!" he shouted and broke away from his father, running up the stairs fast as he could.
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"I used to be a little boy
So old in my shoes
And what I choose is my voice
What's a boy supposed to do?
The killer in me is the killer in you
My love
I send this smile over to you"
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Amy pulled in her driveway and there stood Ephram. He was soaking from head to toe from the snow, but he smiled more brilliantly than ever. She ran into his arms the second she stepped out of her car, and he spun her around.
"What are you doing here?" she asked kissing him between each word she spoke. "I thought you were sick," she said concerned, tilting her head a little to the side.
"Well, I doubt I'm contagious, I've stayed in bed all day long waiting to see you. Now that our parents are over their misunderstanding. . ." he said hugging her more tightly.
"Well let's go inside at least she said squeezing his hand with her mitten covered hand. She pulled him inside where they sat and drank cocoa. They always seemed to be drinking cocoa.
"Did you have a good day then?" he asked her as he sneezed.
"Ephram, you still seem pretty sick," she said lowering her brow and faking a motherly concern.
"I'm perfectly fine!" he said laughing as she through a pillow at him.
"Yeah, my day went okay. I missed you at school, though. How long were you waiting out there for me?"
"A few hours, it was cold, but worth the end result," he said kissing her cheek. Germs weren't an obstacle when it came to these two. "Where were you anyway?" he asked innocently.
"You're not going to be happy when I tell you, but it's not what you'll think." She said her eyes getting a guilty look in them.
"Give me a whirl, you never know," he said trying to figure out what it was and getting more nervous with each breath.
"Tommy and I went to Mama Joy's." she said and closed her eyes so she couldn't see the anger and jealous pangs that she knew would be evident in his. "We talked, we're friends, Ephram. We understand each other." She breathed.
"Does HE know you're friends?" he asked calmly.
"Yes, in fact, we talked about you for a lot of the time. He said he wishes he had a friend like you," she opened her eyes slowly believing he was okay from his tone. "Maybe you two could be friends?" she asked sweetly, already knowing what his response would be.
"I don't know. We'll see. I don't know if I trust the guy," he said seriously.
"Isn't it enough that I'm beginning to trust him?" she asked slowly.
"Becareful, Amy," he said squeezing her hand.
"Ephram, I can't believe you!" she said looking disgruntled at him. "You're the last person I thought would act like this. You're from New York! You should know better than to judge someone just by stories."
"I live in Everwood now, Amy," he said comforting her, but she wasn't giving in.
"What? I can't have friends now?!" she asked obviously growing upset.
"I'm just being cautious," he said gently, trying to calm her down. He wasn't purposely making her upset. He never would. His heart took a beating with each questioning glance she shot him, was bruised with every accusing word that left her lips.
"Can you just TRY not being jealous for one second, please?!" she said laughing at the ridiculousness of men sometimes, but tears flowing from her eyes. *Doesn't he TRUST me?*
That was too much. She wasn't even listening to how he was speaking to her, she was just getting angry. His concern was pure, but then again, irrational. He had no right to tell her who she could and couldn't be friends with.
Feeling overwhelmed with emotions of love and jealously, and as if she was being irrational, he got up and walked out of the house. He didn't even turn and look at her, he needed to get out. He wasn't angry, he loved her more than life and couldn't believe the way she was acting right then. So he left; left because if he had stayed he may have made things worse.
She knew that he wasn't angry, that he was just jealous and hurt. She always made him feel that way, and she worried maybe she made him feel worse more often than she made him feel happy. She hoped not and made plans to call him tomorrow and smooth things out. She knew all they needed was a night to cool off. But she also knew she wasn't going to just stop talking to Tommy. After all, if a girl can't have friends, what can she have?
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"The killer in me is the killer in you
Send this smile over to you
The killer in me is the killer in you
Send this smile over to you
The killer in me is the killer in you
Send this smile over to you"
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A/N: Yeah, so obviously all that stuff about Tommy is pretty much made up since we don't know the sorted details of his life yet. :) keep reading and reviewing.
Chapter 13 uses "Disarm" by The Smashing Pumpkins
Chapter 13: Disarm
"I thought you left County High," Amy said, rubbing her hands together from the cold as she stood outside by her car.
"I did," the voice said as he smiled. "But you're still here."
"Obviously," she said sarcastically, making him laugh. "Tommy, you're starting to freak me out, it's like you're following me or something," she said more playfully than angrily. The tone in her voice was light, friendly.
"I just wanted to see if you wanted to hang out, I heard what happened with Ephram." He said motioning for her to get in her car so she could get out of the wind. She did and unlocked the door for him to enter the passenger side.
"I told you I have feelings for someone else. That someone else is Ephram. You and I are friends, remember?" she said seriously.
"Oh I know, I'm not trying to be anything more," he said with absolute honesty, making her relax. "I just needed someone to talk to about . . . things . . ." he started.
"Well wouldn't you pick one of your better friends to talk to about 'things?' We hardly know each other." She asked confusedly.
"I can't talk to them about real issues. All they want to talk about is girls and drinking and stuff, and as you know I'm clean and sober now, so. . ." he stopped feeling like he had been rambling.
"So they make you uncomfortable?" she asked, understanding how he felt.
"To say the least, yes. With you, I don't know . . . with you it just feels like you really care and understand what I'm going through. Just because I'm sober doesn't mean I don't trip up every now and then, or think about it. So," he continued in a very serious and desperate tone, biting his lower lip in hopes she'd agree.
"You're very convincing," she said as they drove to Mama Joy's diner.
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"Disarm you with a smile
And cut you like you want me to
Cut that little child
Inside of me and such a part of you
Ooh, the years burn"
Ooh, the years burn
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Amy and her new friend sat at a booth by one of the windows. It was true, no one who saw them could've denied it; there was some sort of connection when they spoke. Not the kind she and Ephram had, certainly not that kind, but definitely one she hadn't ever felt before. While his story was brazen and depressing, his tone remained steady and coy. She wondered how he did it; how he managed to pull through all he had and still come across as a well-balanced young man; in her eyes at least.
The town shot glares at the two of them as they sat in that booth. No one in Everwood liked Tommy, no one sympathized with him . . . because know one understood him.
"And so my parents couldn't deal with me doing drugs anymore and they just stopped caring. I remember when I was little . . . mom and dad used to understand me more than anyone else could, even my friends. We were happy until only a few years ago. That's when I got the reputation I have around here today."
"What happened?" she asked genuinely interested.
"My parents started fighting . . . I wasn't doing well in school because I never spent enough time at home to do my homework. When I WAS at home I couldn't concentrate because of all the fighting. I needed an escape so I hung out with friends a lot. One day one of them suggested we go to a party. I didn't want to seem lame so I agreed to go. When I drank there, when I did my drugs, I couldn't feel the pain that my family was causing. All I could feel was happiness. It got to the point that that was the ONLY way I could feel happiness" He said starting to tear up.
"When I cleaned up . . . when I came back . . . they pretended like nothing had changed between us. Even now I can't look at them without it biting at me. Now maybe I'm immature or ignorant to blame my problems on them. They aren't the reason I became hooked on drugs and alcohol, I was the reason. Only I could decide what to do in my life, not that they would've cared, anyway. The only reason that it hurts me so much to look at them is because they weren't there while I was getting help. They abandoned me. My friends pretend I never had a problem, try to get me to do the same things that got me in trouble . . . and that's why you're different from them." He smiled.
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"I used to be a little boy
So old in my shoes
And what I choose is my choice
What's a boy supposed to do?
The killer in me is the killer in you
My love
I send this smile over to you"
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"My situation is different." She said slowly, touched by his story. She was about to tell him what she went through for the first time. "When I was little there was a boy . . .Colin Hart." She smiled as she said his name even now. Certain that he knew of the tragic tale of Colin's death, she chose to speak of his life. He nodded and opened his ears carefully to take in her tale, her misery. For if they could share in their sad experiences, she thought, maybe they could help each other heal.
She continued, "He was the first boy I kissed, the first boy I loved . . . not the last boy I loved though," she smiled as she thought of Ephram. "Colin and I shared EVERYTHING with each other, he was the only who could make me smile when I was sad and he was the only one that could stop my tears. For awhile he was the only one who could do ANYTHING for me. . ." she looked out the window with a distant, peaceful, nostalgic look in her eye. Tommy still remained silent. "When he . . . went into that coma, I felt more alone than I ever had in my life. You see, Colin had always been there. Always. Then he wasn't, or he was . . . but not in the way I needed him to be. Maybe it was selfish of me, but I was angry with him for a long time." She fell silent for a long while.
"Hey," he said gently and she finally turned t look at him again. "It's okay. You don't have to keep going, we're friends now, right? We can talk about this anytime."
"I'm okay," she said nodding, wiping a tear away from her cheek.
"Okay," he said smiling.
"I was sad and angry and hopeless, maybe it was stupid of me to have depended on someone so much that I fell to pieces without him . . . but it was too late, I already had. I was low, I hid it well but inside I was caving in. Then," she said smiling again, "Ephram came. Sure, at first I talked to him because his father was Colin's only hope, but then it became more. It took me a long time to admit, but not long to see, that Ephram had come to Everwood to fill the void of Colin. Suddenly HE was everything I needed, and Colin . . . well Colin was Colin. I hurt Ephram, hurt myself, pushed away from him because I felt I was being unfaithful to my comatose boyfriend by loving another. But nonetheless, I loved Ephram." She sighed, taking a sip of her water.
"When Colin died, I was angry all over again. I felt like God was teasing me when he let Colin come back to me for awhile. I blamed everyone for Colin's death . . . and I had pushed Ephram away so much by then that I couldn't just depend on him again. That's when I got depressed. I had no one again, and this time it was all my fault." She said tearing up again.
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"Disarm you with a smile
And leave you like they left me here
To wither in denial
The bitterness of one who's left alone
Ooh, the years burn
Ooh, the years burn, burn, burn"
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"I wish I had a friend like Ephram," he said slowly, testing to see what she'd say. He didn't know how much more she felt like talking to him about this subject. But to his surprise, she smiled.
"He is a great friend. And now, recently, we've become more. Up at the ski resort we talked. I love him so much and he loves me. He's so forgiving and he's so patient. More patient than I could ever be." She ran her index finger along the brim of her water glass.
"Thank you for listening to me, Amy," Tommy said kindly.
"No, thank you. I think this is the first time I've ever told anyone how I felt about Ephram the whole time I've known him. . ." she said suddenly realizing that this conversation had been one of the most refreshing ones she had had in a long time. She had needed that, desperately.
"I'm sorry if I seemed pushy about coming today, or even when we went out before, or on the ski trip. I just needed someone to talk to, someone to trust, you know?"
"More than you can imagine." She said smiling.
"I'm glad both our high schools went on that trip, even if I didn't exactly have the best time." He said looking to the side. "Kayla kinda ruined that."
"Kayla pretty much ruins everything," she said nodding and starting to laugh. "Don't take anything she says seriously, she's a user."
"So I've gathered," he said laughing now too. "Is there any truth in the fact Wendell doesn't wear deodorant?" he asked cringing.
"No, that's bogus too. Wendell's a sweet guy, he just . . . well he's just different than other people. More people should be nice to him." She said sipping her water. She was having a great time, surprisingly enough. "How'd you even run into them anyway?" she asked scrunching up her nose.
"They were looking for you, actually. Kayla immediately mentioned I might know . . . yaddah yaddah." He said making his hand go in a circular motion.
"Ah the cycle of gossip" she said laughing and closing her eyes.
"I know its wrath all too well," he said smiling, taking the last sip of his coffee.
They talked a few more minutes and finally left the diner as it was getting dark out. Amy didn't understand why everyone disliked Tommy so much; he seemed genuine enough and gentle. Small town people are hard to sway once they have an opinion about something.
"Don't be a stranger, Callahan," she shouted as he got out of her car and walked up the stairs to his house. She knew that he was about to leave the good times they just had and reenter the world that would bring him into depression once again; his home, his family.
"I won't!" He yelled and tipped his imaginary hat to her like had the night they met.
He opened the door and stepped inside. His father was standing in front of the door's entrance waiting for him to arrive home. "Who was that?" he asked harshly.
"My friend," he said walking past him without looking at him. His dad put his arm out to stop him from walking any farther.
"What's her name?" he asked even more sternly.
"Amy Abbott," he said through gritted teeth, trying to force past his dad's arm.
"Don't go messing up her life like you have with everyone else." His father said pushing his arm against his son's stomach with more force.
"Leave me the hell alone!" he shouted and broke away from his father, running up the stairs fast as he could.
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"I used to be a little boy
So old in my shoes
And what I choose is my voice
What's a boy supposed to do?
The killer in me is the killer in you
My love
I send this smile over to you"
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Amy pulled in her driveway and there stood Ephram. He was soaking from head to toe from the snow, but he smiled more brilliantly than ever. She ran into his arms the second she stepped out of her car, and he spun her around.
"What are you doing here?" she asked kissing him between each word she spoke. "I thought you were sick," she said concerned, tilting her head a little to the side.
"Well, I doubt I'm contagious, I've stayed in bed all day long waiting to see you. Now that our parents are over their misunderstanding. . ." he said hugging her more tightly.
"Well let's go inside at least she said squeezing his hand with her mitten covered hand. She pulled him inside where they sat and drank cocoa. They always seemed to be drinking cocoa.
"Did you have a good day then?" he asked her as he sneezed.
"Ephram, you still seem pretty sick," she said lowering her brow and faking a motherly concern.
"I'm perfectly fine!" he said laughing as she through a pillow at him.
"Yeah, my day went okay. I missed you at school, though. How long were you waiting out there for me?"
"A few hours, it was cold, but worth the end result," he said kissing her cheek. Germs weren't an obstacle when it came to these two. "Where were you anyway?" he asked innocently.
"You're not going to be happy when I tell you, but it's not what you'll think." She said her eyes getting a guilty look in them.
"Give me a whirl, you never know," he said trying to figure out what it was and getting more nervous with each breath.
"Tommy and I went to Mama Joy's." she said and closed her eyes so she couldn't see the anger and jealous pangs that she knew would be evident in his. "We talked, we're friends, Ephram. We understand each other." She breathed.
"Does HE know you're friends?" he asked calmly.
"Yes, in fact, we talked about you for a lot of the time. He said he wishes he had a friend like you," she opened her eyes slowly believing he was okay from his tone. "Maybe you two could be friends?" she asked sweetly, already knowing what his response would be.
"I don't know. We'll see. I don't know if I trust the guy," he said seriously.
"Isn't it enough that I'm beginning to trust him?" she asked slowly.
"Becareful, Amy," he said squeezing her hand.
"Ephram, I can't believe you!" she said looking disgruntled at him. "You're the last person I thought would act like this. You're from New York! You should know better than to judge someone just by stories."
"I live in Everwood now, Amy," he said comforting her, but she wasn't giving in.
"What? I can't have friends now?!" she asked obviously growing upset.
"I'm just being cautious," he said gently, trying to calm her down. He wasn't purposely making her upset. He never would. His heart took a beating with each questioning glance she shot him, was bruised with every accusing word that left her lips.
"Can you just TRY not being jealous for one second, please?!" she said laughing at the ridiculousness of men sometimes, but tears flowing from her eyes. *Doesn't he TRUST me?*
That was too much. She wasn't even listening to how he was speaking to her, she was just getting angry. His concern was pure, but then again, irrational. He had no right to tell her who she could and couldn't be friends with.
Feeling overwhelmed with emotions of love and jealously, and as if she was being irrational, he got up and walked out of the house. He didn't even turn and look at her, he needed to get out. He wasn't angry, he loved her more than life and couldn't believe the way she was acting right then. So he left; left because if he had stayed he may have made things worse.
She knew that he wasn't angry, that he was just jealous and hurt. She always made him feel that way, and she worried maybe she made him feel worse more often than she made him feel happy. She hoped not and made plans to call him tomorrow and smooth things out. She knew all they needed was a night to cool off. But she also knew she wasn't going to just stop talking to Tommy. After all, if a girl can't have friends, what can she have?
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"The killer in me is the killer in you
Send this smile over to you
The killer in me is the killer in you
Send this smile over to you
The killer in me is the killer in you
Send this smile over to you"
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A/N: Yeah, so obviously all that stuff about Tommy is pretty much made up since we don't know the sorted details of his life yet. :) keep reading and reviewing.