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Chapter 26 uses "So I need you" by 3 doors down. Okay, so there's 2 songs in this one. "Blue Skies" by Irving Berlin (that's what Amy sings, you'll see) and then somewhere in between the "So I need you" one starts. Sorry for the confusion.
Chapter 26: So I need you
"Hey, Tommy," Ephram said, slapping him on the back. As happy as he told himself he would sound, it just wasn't working. Amy had lifted the sleeping boy out of the backseat and was holding him as she leaned in to kiss Ephram on the cheek. Ephram smiled then continued talking to Tommy, "my Dad says its okay if you stay with us for awhile,"
"Really? Oh, thank you so much. Seriously, I've never been more worried about what I was going to do with my life than today." He said looking at Micah, who had started drooling on Amy's shoulder.
"Let's get inside, it's freezing!" Ephram said as he helped Tommy carry in the bags since Amy's arms were full. When they got inside, Dr. Brown looked concerned when looking at Tommy. In all the hustle and bustle, Amy hadn't noticed that her friend's face was looking a little different than normal.
"Amy, why don't you take Micah upstairs and lay him down on Ephram's bed for awhile," Andy suggested as he walked over to Tommy. Once she had gone upstairs, he began looking more closely at Tommy's face, "son, what exactly happened?"
"Just Dad being Dad again," he said trying to sound okay, but it was obvious that he wasn't. "It's happened one too many times, and Micah just doesn't need to live in a house full of violence and yelling. He doesn't deserve that; no one does,"
"I'm gonna go upstairs and check on Amy, I think . . ." Ephram said pointing at the stairs, figuring Tommy would want some time alone to talk with Andy.
"No, Ephram, man, can you stay?" Tommy asked. Ephram was taken aback by this, but it made him feel important.
"Yeah, sure I can," he said smiling and sat back down.
Meanwhile Amy had gone upstairs and was just placing Micah down to continue sleeping on Ephram's bed. Pulling the blanket over him, she began singing,
"I was blue, just as blue as I could be
Ev'ry day was a cloudy day for me
Then good luck came a-knocking at my door
Skies were gray but they're not gray anymore
Blue skies
Smiling at me
Nothing but blue skies
Do I see,"
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"If you could step into my head,
tell me would you still know me
If you woke up in my bed,
tell me then would you hold me
Or would you simply let it lie,
leaving me to wonder why
I can't get you out of this head
I call mine
And I will say"
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But she was interrupted by a knock at the door. Amy turned to see Delia standing there confused,
"Hi sweetheart," she said softly so not to wake the small one.
"Amy?" she whispered, "I thought you said you didn't sleep with Ephram, how'd you get a kid?" she was honestly concerned, making Amy smile and walk toward her.
"Oh this isn't Ephram and my kid," she said blushing at the thought, "this is our friend Tommy's son, Micah,"
Delia moved in closer to see the boy and then giggled, "he's cute . . . is Tommy the boy that's crying downstairs?"
"He's crying?" Amy asked sadly, beginning to tear up herself.
"Just a little," Delia said trying to cheer Amy up, but then asking, "Is Tommy older than you?"
"Only about a year and a half," she knew where this was going and prepared an explanation.
"How can he have a child this big already then?"
"Tommy and his girlfriend made an irresponsible decision for their age,"
"Where's his girlfriend now? Doesn't she miss Micah?"
"Micah's mom died . . ." Amy said as Delia's face lost color. "He never knew her,"
"I guess he and I have something in common then . . ." she said starting to cry. Amy pulled her into a hug and Delia felt comforted by being able to share her sadness with someone not AS old as her mother would be, but certainly old enough to be her sister.
"Everything's going to work out, I promise," Amy whispered in her ear, then looked at Micah and said, "for you too," then Amy finished up by singing the rest of the song,
"Bluebirds
Singing a song
Nothing but bluebirds
All day long
Never saw the sun shining so bright
Never saw things going so right
Noticing the days hurrying by
When you're in love, my how they fly
Blue days
All of them gone
Nothing but blue skies
From now on"
"But Micah is under your parents' custody?" Andy asked after hearing the sad story of Tommy's childhood and rough decisions.
"Yes, but there's no way he's going back there. My mom has a hard enough time dealing with my father," he explained, upset at the idea.
"Your dad's not going to let this go, he seems too angry," Ephram said to him, trying to be supportive.
"You guys don't UNDERSTAND!" Tommy yelled, standing up and walking around. "My son can't be alone there,"
"What happened when you were in rehab? You were gone for a little while, he was there, right?" Andy asked.
"Yes, but that was before my dad started hitting me," he explained, a tear now running down his cheek. "Please, Dr. Brown, I don't care if it's kidnapping to keep Micah here with me, he CAN'T go back!"
"Okay, okay we've talked enough for today," Andy said, trying to gather his thoughts. "Go celebrate your birthday, okay?" Andy smiled.
All Tommy could do was nod. When Andy left the room Ephram turned to Tommy. "So how do you want to spend your eighteenth?"
"Not like this," he said trying to wipe away the tears, the laughing lightly. "Mind if I go check on Micah?"
"Not at all, I'll cut the cake!" Ephram said heading into the kitchen.
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"Oh no I can't let you go, my little girl
Because you're holding up my world
So I need you.
Your imitation of my walk and the perfect way you talk
It's just a couple of the million things that I love about you
So I need you
So I need you
So I need you
So I need you"
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Delia had fallen asleep to Amy's singing too; Amy supposed it she was worn out from feeling sad about her mom. When Tommy entered Ephram's bedroom he saw his best friend starting to fall asleep as well. He smiled, and looked between his son and Amy. *They get along so well. He's so lucky to have her* then his smile faded and he kicked himself for thinking what he did next, *I am so lucky to have her. I care for her so much* He then stroked Micah's cheek, causing him to move slightly but not enough to wake up. He knelt down next to the bed and placed his head on the pillow, inches away from his little boy's face, listening to him breathe. As Micah breathed, it brushed against Tommy and made him think of Abby. "Oh, why'd you have to leave me, Abigail? I loved you so much. I don't know what to do. . . I don't know what to do . . ." he repeated over and over in whispers.
Amy's eyes slowly opened and she saw Tommy whispering cries of sorrow and grief into the air. Moving as slowly and gently as her eyes had opened, she placed her hand on the silent sobbing young man next to her. His shaking stopped and turned his head toward her, where he saw a tear sliding down her cheek as well. Although she loved Ephram, she often thought of Colin and of how much she missed him. Tommy had gone through almost the exact thing she had, both loves dying, and at that moment she felt like there was no where else on earth more important to be than right there for him. Her touch calmed him, yet started a whole new round of emotions that made him feel worse than he did before.
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"And if I jumped of the Brooklyn Bridge,
Tell me would you still follow me
and if I made you mad today,
tell me would you love me tomorrow?
Please. or would you say that you don't care,
and then leave me standing here
Like the fool who is drowning in despair and screamin'
Oh no I can't let you go, my little girl
Because you're holding up my world,
so I need you.
Your imitaion of my walk and the perfect way you talk
It's just a couple of the million things that I love about you."
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"It's okay to miss her," Amy whispered to him, both heads lying on the bed about 2 feet apart, staring at each other.
"No, it's not. I have to be strong for my son . . . for Micah. He never sees me cry . . ." he explained sniffling.
"I thought I had to be strong too, but what I thought was being strong was actually being the complete opposite. Not showing emotion, not talking to people only made me keep things inside, and that's how I became depressed."
"Oh, I know weakness, just ask my friends at the rehab center . . ." he said laughing.
"You don't have to joke around about that," she said closing her eyes, "In fact, please don't."
"I'm sorry . . ." he said, feeling uncomfortable and standing up.
"No, I'm sorry," she whispered after him. She stood up and walked over to him, stopping him from being able to leave the room. "I shouldn't force you to talk about your girlfriend or any of that . . . I know I didn't like people pressuring me to talk about my feelings when Colin died. I still don't,"
*Please, Amy, don't whisper like that, I can't do this . . . I can't feel this way . . .* he thought. "That's not what I'm sorry about," he explained, his stomach swirling around, "I wish it were, honest to God," he said moving to leave again, "but it's not,"
"Well then, what is it?" she asked, becoming more concerned.
"There's more to the story than you know," he said, "Look, Ephram's waiting, let's just go downstairs and have cake, okay? I want to make this a decent birthday,"
"Wait!" she held out her arm in front of him, it pressed against his stomach "I'll listen if you just tell me,"
"No, I can't do that," he said becoming almost angry.
"Why are you talking to me like you hate me?" she asked loudly.
"Stop yelling, you'll wake them," he said as he left the room, making Amy follow him, feeling confused and upset.
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"So I need you
So I need you
So I need you
So I need you
I'm on my own
I'm on my own
I'm on my own"
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Tommy thundered down the stairs and flew into the kitchen, calming himself down so Ephram wouldn't feel the tension between he and Amy.
"Sweet, marble cake, this is my favorite," he said stuffing a bunch in his face.
"Well, Amy picked it out," Ephram motioned in her direction and smiled. She looked less than enthused, but Ephram couldn't figure out why. He waited for either one of them to say something but it never happened. "Okay, so we're not talking now. Well that's okay, more time for cake!" Ephram said as there was a knock at the door. "Oh, excuse me a minute,"
Leaving Amy and Tommy alone in the kitchen wasn't a good idea. She kept shooting him pitiful looks, making him feel things he never intended to feel for her; things he wasn't allowed to feel . . . and so they ate cake in silence.
"Ephram!" the voice at the door said loudly and threw her arms around him. "I'm so glad you're home,"
"Oh, hey, yeah we're um . . . celebrating a birthday in the kitchen if you want to check it out," he said as she hugged him. She followed him into the kitchen and smiled when she saw Amy and Tommy sitting at the table. Amy dropped her fork and Tommy began to cough in surprise.
"Since when have you been Ephram's friend?" Amy sarcastically asked a beaming Kayla. Tommy stared at nothing except for Amy; he couldn't help it, and as much as he tried to shove her out of his head, tell himself he was okay, he now knew she meant more to him than he thought.
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"Oh no I can't let you go my little girl
Because your holding up my world,
so I need you.
Your imitation of my walk and the perfect way you talk
It's just a couple of the million things that I love about you.
So I need you
So I need you
So I need you
So I need you"
Chapter 26 uses "So I need you" by 3 doors down. Okay, so there's 2 songs in this one. "Blue Skies" by Irving Berlin (that's what Amy sings, you'll see) and then somewhere in between the "So I need you" one starts. Sorry for the confusion.
Chapter 26: So I need you
"Hey, Tommy," Ephram said, slapping him on the back. As happy as he told himself he would sound, it just wasn't working. Amy had lifted the sleeping boy out of the backseat and was holding him as she leaned in to kiss Ephram on the cheek. Ephram smiled then continued talking to Tommy, "my Dad says its okay if you stay with us for awhile,"
"Really? Oh, thank you so much. Seriously, I've never been more worried about what I was going to do with my life than today." He said looking at Micah, who had started drooling on Amy's shoulder.
"Let's get inside, it's freezing!" Ephram said as he helped Tommy carry in the bags since Amy's arms were full. When they got inside, Dr. Brown looked concerned when looking at Tommy. In all the hustle and bustle, Amy hadn't noticed that her friend's face was looking a little different than normal.
"Amy, why don't you take Micah upstairs and lay him down on Ephram's bed for awhile," Andy suggested as he walked over to Tommy. Once she had gone upstairs, he began looking more closely at Tommy's face, "son, what exactly happened?"
"Just Dad being Dad again," he said trying to sound okay, but it was obvious that he wasn't. "It's happened one too many times, and Micah just doesn't need to live in a house full of violence and yelling. He doesn't deserve that; no one does,"
"I'm gonna go upstairs and check on Amy, I think . . ." Ephram said pointing at the stairs, figuring Tommy would want some time alone to talk with Andy.
"No, Ephram, man, can you stay?" Tommy asked. Ephram was taken aback by this, but it made him feel important.
"Yeah, sure I can," he said smiling and sat back down.
Meanwhile Amy had gone upstairs and was just placing Micah down to continue sleeping on Ephram's bed. Pulling the blanket over him, she began singing,
"I was blue, just as blue as I could be
Ev'ry day was a cloudy day for me
Then good luck came a-knocking at my door
Skies were gray but they're not gray anymore
Blue skies
Smiling at me
Nothing but blue skies
Do I see,"
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"If you could step into my head,
tell me would you still know me
If you woke up in my bed,
tell me then would you hold me
Or would you simply let it lie,
leaving me to wonder why
I can't get you out of this head
I call mine
And I will say"
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But she was interrupted by a knock at the door. Amy turned to see Delia standing there confused,
"Hi sweetheart," she said softly so not to wake the small one.
"Amy?" she whispered, "I thought you said you didn't sleep with Ephram, how'd you get a kid?" she was honestly concerned, making Amy smile and walk toward her.
"Oh this isn't Ephram and my kid," she said blushing at the thought, "this is our friend Tommy's son, Micah,"
Delia moved in closer to see the boy and then giggled, "he's cute . . . is Tommy the boy that's crying downstairs?"
"He's crying?" Amy asked sadly, beginning to tear up herself.
"Just a little," Delia said trying to cheer Amy up, but then asking, "Is Tommy older than you?"
"Only about a year and a half," she knew where this was going and prepared an explanation.
"How can he have a child this big already then?"
"Tommy and his girlfriend made an irresponsible decision for their age,"
"Where's his girlfriend now? Doesn't she miss Micah?"
"Micah's mom died . . ." Amy said as Delia's face lost color. "He never knew her,"
"I guess he and I have something in common then . . ." she said starting to cry. Amy pulled her into a hug and Delia felt comforted by being able to share her sadness with someone not AS old as her mother would be, but certainly old enough to be her sister.
"Everything's going to work out, I promise," Amy whispered in her ear, then looked at Micah and said, "for you too," then Amy finished up by singing the rest of the song,
"Bluebirds
Singing a song
Nothing but bluebirds
All day long
Never saw the sun shining so bright
Never saw things going so right
Noticing the days hurrying by
When you're in love, my how they fly
Blue days
All of them gone
Nothing but blue skies
From now on"
"But Micah is under your parents' custody?" Andy asked after hearing the sad story of Tommy's childhood and rough decisions.
"Yes, but there's no way he's going back there. My mom has a hard enough time dealing with my father," he explained, upset at the idea.
"Your dad's not going to let this go, he seems too angry," Ephram said to him, trying to be supportive.
"You guys don't UNDERSTAND!" Tommy yelled, standing up and walking around. "My son can't be alone there,"
"What happened when you were in rehab? You were gone for a little while, he was there, right?" Andy asked.
"Yes, but that was before my dad started hitting me," he explained, a tear now running down his cheek. "Please, Dr. Brown, I don't care if it's kidnapping to keep Micah here with me, he CAN'T go back!"
"Okay, okay we've talked enough for today," Andy said, trying to gather his thoughts. "Go celebrate your birthday, okay?" Andy smiled.
All Tommy could do was nod. When Andy left the room Ephram turned to Tommy. "So how do you want to spend your eighteenth?"
"Not like this," he said trying to wipe away the tears, the laughing lightly. "Mind if I go check on Micah?"
"Not at all, I'll cut the cake!" Ephram said heading into the kitchen.
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"Oh no I can't let you go, my little girl
Because you're holding up my world
So I need you.
Your imitation of my walk and the perfect way you talk
It's just a couple of the million things that I love about you
So I need you
So I need you
So I need you
So I need you"
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Delia had fallen asleep to Amy's singing too; Amy supposed it she was worn out from feeling sad about her mom. When Tommy entered Ephram's bedroom he saw his best friend starting to fall asleep as well. He smiled, and looked between his son and Amy. *They get along so well. He's so lucky to have her* then his smile faded and he kicked himself for thinking what he did next, *I am so lucky to have her. I care for her so much* He then stroked Micah's cheek, causing him to move slightly but not enough to wake up. He knelt down next to the bed and placed his head on the pillow, inches away from his little boy's face, listening to him breathe. As Micah breathed, it brushed against Tommy and made him think of Abby. "Oh, why'd you have to leave me, Abigail? I loved you so much. I don't know what to do. . . I don't know what to do . . ." he repeated over and over in whispers.
Amy's eyes slowly opened and she saw Tommy whispering cries of sorrow and grief into the air. Moving as slowly and gently as her eyes had opened, she placed her hand on the silent sobbing young man next to her. His shaking stopped and turned his head toward her, where he saw a tear sliding down her cheek as well. Although she loved Ephram, she often thought of Colin and of how much she missed him. Tommy had gone through almost the exact thing she had, both loves dying, and at that moment she felt like there was no where else on earth more important to be than right there for him. Her touch calmed him, yet started a whole new round of emotions that made him feel worse than he did before.
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"And if I jumped of the Brooklyn Bridge,
Tell me would you still follow me
and if I made you mad today,
tell me would you love me tomorrow?
Please. or would you say that you don't care,
and then leave me standing here
Like the fool who is drowning in despair and screamin'
Oh no I can't let you go, my little girl
Because you're holding up my world,
so I need you.
Your imitaion of my walk and the perfect way you talk
It's just a couple of the million things that I love about you."
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"It's okay to miss her," Amy whispered to him, both heads lying on the bed about 2 feet apart, staring at each other.
"No, it's not. I have to be strong for my son . . . for Micah. He never sees me cry . . ." he explained sniffling.
"I thought I had to be strong too, but what I thought was being strong was actually being the complete opposite. Not showing emotion, not talking to people only made me keep things inside, and that's how I became depressed."
"Oh, I know weakness, just ask my friends at the rehab center . . ." he said laughing.
"You don't have to joke around about that," she said closing her eyes, "In fact, please don't."
"I'm sorry . . ." he said, feeling uncomfortable and standing up.
"No, I'm sorry," she whispered after him. She stood up and walked over to him, stopping him from being able to leave the room. "I shouldn't force you to talk about your girlfriend or any of that . . . I know I didn't like people pressuring me to talk about my feelings when Colin died. I still don't,"
*Please, Amy, don't whisper like that, I can't do this . . . I can't feel this way . . .* he thought. "That's not what I'm sorry about," he explained, his stomach swirling around, "I wish it were, honest to God," he said moving to leave again, "but it's not,"
"Well then, what is it?" she asked, becoming more concerned.
"There's more to the story than you know," he said, "Look, Ephram's waiting, let's just go downstairs and have cake, okay? I want to make this a decent birthday,"
"Wait!" she held out her arm in front of him, it pressed against his stomach "I'll listen if you just tell me,"
"No, I can't do that," he said becoming almost angry.
"Why are you talking to me like you hate me?" she asked loudly.
"Stop yelling, you'll wake them," he said as he left the room, making Amy follow him, feeling confused and upset.
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"So I need you
So I need you
So I need you
So I need you
I'm on my own
I'm on my own
I'm on my own"
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Tommy thundered down the stairs and flew into the kitchen, calming himself down so Ephram wouldn't feel the tension between he and Amy.
"Sweet, marble cake, this is my favorite," he said stuffing a bunch in his face.
"Well, Amy picked it out," Ephram motioned in her direction and smiled. She looked less than enthused, but Ephram couldn't figure out why. He waited for either one of them to say something but it never happened. "Okay, so we're not talking now. Well that's okay, more time for cake!" Ephram said as there was a knock at the door. "Oh, excuse me a minute,"
Leaving Amy and Tommy alone in the kitchen wasn't a good idea. She kept shooting him pitiful looks, making him feel things he never intended to feel for her; things he wasn't allowed to feel . . . and so they ate cake in silence.
"Ephram!" the voice at the door said loudly and threw her arms around him. "I'm so glad you're home,"
"Oh, hey, yeah we're um . . . celebrating a birthday in the kitchen if you want to check it out," he said as she hugged him. She followed him into the kitchen and smiled when she saw Amy and Tommy sitting at the table. Amy dropped her fork and Tommy began to cough in surprise.
"Since when have you been Ephram's friend?" Amy sarcastically asked a beaming Kayla. Tommy stared at nothing except for Amy; he couldn't help it, and as much as he tried to shove her out of his head, tell himself he was okay, he now knew she meant more to him than he thought.
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"Oh no I can't let you go my little girl
Because your holding up my world,
so I need you.
Your imitation of my walk and the perfect way you talk
It's just a couple of the million things that I love about you.
So I need you
So I need you
So I need you
So I need you"