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Chapter 42 uses "Breathing," by Lifehouse
Chapter 42: Breathing
"Amy! Amy! Amy!" Micah said jumping up and down on Ephram's bed. They had fallen asleep without realizing it, and she ended up staying there all night. Amy rubbed her eyes as she tried to comprehend what was going on, "why are you sweeping in Ephram's bed?" he asked confused as his jumping came to an immediate halt.
"Yeah, well you see, Micah . . ." she started to think up ways to explain what had happened. In reality, nothing had happened. They had slept, and that was it. Not that a boy as young as Micah knew anything "sleeping with someone" in any way except for actual sleeping, but he still knew that boys and girls shouldn't sleep in the same bed. Ephram was still sound asleep, and Amy couldn't free herself to get up because he was laying on her right arm. Somehow in the middle of the night they DID end up sleeping under the covers, against their original plan. Micah still looked at her with a confused look, waiting for her answer,
"You know how you and I sometimes fall asleep on the same bed?" Tommy interrupted from the hallway, turning his gaze away from the two lovebirds and taking his son's hand. "That's what happened with Ephram and Amy," Micah smiled and nodded, but then shook his head in confusion again,
"You never swept with Amy," he said honestly, setting in noticeable awkwardness.
"That's different, I'll tell you how later," he said trying to stop the developing game of 20 questions.
"Okay Daddy, morning Amy!" he said running back to her again, but he was stopped by his Dad's hand clasping gently around his son's tiny arm once again, Micah stopped and looked at his father,
"Second lesson for today; girls need alone time in the morning. I'm sure Ephram will be leaving soon to let her wake up," he explained, knowing Ephram would've leave if his life depended on it.
"Huh?" Ephram said, finally waking, and sitting up. Amy immediately tore her arm away from underneath him and shook it around to wake it up.
"I'll see you guys later then," Tommy said, knowing it'd be easier to leave before Ephram regained full attention. It'd lessen the awkwardness, not that he could avoid it forever. He closed the door behind them, leaving Amy and Ephram alone once again.
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"I'm finding my way back to sanity again
Though I don't really know what
I'm gonna do when I get there
And take a breath and hold on tight
Spin around one more time
And gracefully fall back to the arms of grace
Cause I am hanging on every word you say
And even if you don't want to speak tonight
That's alright, alright with me
Cause I want nothing more than to sit
Outside Heaven's door and listen to you breathing
Is where I want to be yeah
Where I want to be" ```````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````` ` Ephram laid his head back down on the pillow and released air that he had once used to puff out his cheeks,
"I can't even believe how hard of a sleeper you are," she said laughing and resting her head back down on his chest. He caressed her hair with his left hand and closed his eyes, "Micah burst in here and started jumping on the bed. You felt nothing?"
"Pretty much," he said still half asleep. Amy took advantage of the situation. After all, it wasn't often that she was with Ephram when he was this vulnerable and confused. She ran her hand along his stomach then after a few seconds, when it looked like he was just about to drift back into sleep, she moved swiftly to his ribs and began tickling them full force. If that didn't wake him, her giggling sure did,
"Okay, okay, I'm awake!" He said laughing and sitting up, "Can you blame a guy for wanting to fall asleep next to his girl again?"
"Well aren't you charming?" she said sarcastically, "look what your back did to my arm!" she said pointing to the pattern on her right arm.
"Looks like the state of Wisconsin," he said bringing her skin close to his face to take a closer look. She rolled her eyes,
"Only you could make sleep patterns into states, Ephram Brown,"
"No, no look," he said pointing, "There's Lake Michigan, hell, I think I even see a cow in there," he said and she pulled her arm away quickly. It was her specialty to pretend that she was upset with him over the silliest of things. She pouted out her bottom lip and crossed her arms,
"My arm does NOT look like a cow," she turned her head, trying to conceal the smile that was uncontrollably forming on her lips. He smiled, knowing she was joking, and pulled her arm back,
"Hmm . . ." he said kissing her arm, "It doesn't TASTE like cheese," he raised his eyebrows up and down a few times, making her laugh,
"You're strange, you know that?" she said blushing, "Cheese shouldn't make me turn red, Ephram," she closed her eyes. She loved that Ephram could make her laugh. It didn't matter how crabby or sad or tired she was, seeing him always made her feel better. He toppled over her and began tickling her feet in revenge. Amy was one of those people that gasped when anyone even got near her feet. It was as if they was a zone around them that was ticklish without contact,
"Stop! Hey, I said knock it off! Hey!" she said between gasps and giggles, "I'm wearing a DRESS! And I think, at the rate you're going, you can see up it," she said pulling it down, "so if you'll just stop for one second!" but the rest was muffled in giggles.
"Not likely, you got me pretty good," he said pointing to his ribs with one of his hands. Not realizing that it was only six in the morning, since they had been woken up by someone else, they didn't think to keep their voices down. They didn't become aware that it was six in the morning until a very tired, confused looking Mrs. Callahan knocked on Ephram's door. Being fully clothed all night was a benefit in the morning; it meant he didn't have to worry about answering the door in his boxers. He flattened his hair and turned the knob,
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"I'm looking past the shadows
In my mind into the truth
And I'm trying to identify
The voices in my head
God, which one's you
Let me feel one more time
What it feels like to feel
And break these calluses off of me
One more time"
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"Faith," he said, closing the door so she couldn't see Amy laying in his bed.
"Ephram, its six o clock," she said, her eyes had bags under them, "I know I don't LIVE here, so I don't really have a say in what time people get up, but could you just try to be a little quieter, dear,"
"It's SIX O'CLOCK?" he asked in disbelief.
"Yeah," she said, then becoming more awake, she pushed the door open a little more, "in fact, I've never seen your room dear," she began to walk in,
"Um, you don't want to right now. It's pretty messy, and there's more in here than usual, so I'll invite you up later today okay?" he lied.
"Oh please," she said rolling her eyes, "you act as if I've never seen a teenage boy's room," she continued but stopped dead in her words as she saw Amy sitting very sleepily and red faced on his bed. "Oh my, what have I walked in on?" she switched her gaze between the two teens,
"Nothing, Amy just fell asleep here last night," he said honestly, "I swear. Not that I have to swear to you, you don't really have to know what I do," he reminded her in his defense,
"Don't get the wrong idea, Eph, I'm not trying to tell you what to do," she said with care, "I was just surprised," she walked out of the room still mumbling. Ephram shut the door and turned back to Amy, who was doubled over in laughter.
"A little embarrassment is worth getting away from your tickling hands," she announced, proudly holding her arms up in the air in triumph.
"Just wait, it'll return when you least expect it," he said sort of growling and moving to kiss her,
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"Cause I am hanging on every word you say
And even if you don't want to speak tonight
That's alright, alright with me
Cause I want nothing more than to sit
Outside your door and listen to you breathing
Is where I want to be yeah"
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Downstairs, Andy was sitting at the table reading the newspaper and sipping his coffee. It was December 26th, a day that should've been acknowledged as national shopping day. It was expected to be way worse than the day after thanksgiving this year, so he was planning to avoid even leaving the house. The testimony was tomorrow and a day of rest was something they all needed.
"Dad, is it okay if I invite Bright over here to watch tv with me?" Delia asked nervously, twisting her hair. Andy looked up from his newspaper,
"Bright Abbott?" he asked furrowing his brow as Delia nodded, "Honey, isn't he a little too old for Spongebob?"
"No one can be too old for Spongebob," Tommy said carrying Micah down the stairs and into the kitchen, "Besides, I'm sure Bright is bored," he continued, winking at Delia, "I'll invite him over,"
"Sure, why not?" Andy said, taking a sip of his coffee, "the more the merrier I guess,"
Delia tried to hide her excitement, but it was impossible. She left the room jumping and Tommy laughed and followed her,
"Thanks, Tommy," she said giving him a hug. He was surprised that she felt so comfortable around him, "not that I like Bright or anything," she said faking certainty.
"Of course not," he said winking at her. Tommy picked up the phone and invited Bright over,
"Hey, Bright? It's Tommy,"
"Callahan, what the hell do you want, aside from my sister, that is?" Bright asked sarcastically.
"Let's get one thing straight here, Abbott. I don't want your sister. Besides, she's already here, and so is Ephram, obviously,"
"Rubbing it in my face then?" he asked.
"No, inviting you," he said, catching Bright off guard.
"Oh, well, um, I might have some things to do," Bright said, "I'm pretty busy right now actually," he continued as he turned off the tv and put down his cereal bowl,
"Sorry if I woke you, I figured you'd be up for cartoons," he said seriously,
"Normally, that would insult an 18 year old guy, but not me. Cartoons rule, Callahan, come on!"
"Hey, hey," Tommy replied laughing, "I didn't say anything against cartoons. So, you coming or what?"
"Yeah, I'll be over in like an hour," he said and hung up the phone.
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"I don't want a thing from you
Bet you're tired of me waiting
For the scraps to fall
Off of your table to the ground
Cause I just want to be here now"
Chapter 42 uses "Breathing," by Lifehouse
Chapter 42: Breathing
"Amy! Amy! Amy!" Micah said jumping up and down on Ephram's bed. They had fallen asleep without realizing it, and she ended up staying there all night. Amy rubbed her eyes as she tried to comprehend what was going on, "why are you sweeping in Ephram's bed?" he asked confused as his jumping came to an immediate halt.
"Yeah, well you see, Micah . . ." she started to think up ways to explain what had happened. In reality, nothing had happened. They had slept, and that was it. Not that a boy as young as Micah knew anything "sleeping with someone" in any way except for actual sleeping, but he still knew that boys and girls shouldn't sleep in the same bed. Ephram was still sound asleep, and Amy couldn't free herself to get up because he was laying on her right arm. Somehow in the middle of the night they DID end up sleeping under the covers, against their original plan. Micah still looked at her with a confused look, waiting for her answer,
"You know how you and I sometimes fall asleep on the same bed?" Tommy interrupted from the hallway, turning his gaze away from the two lovebirds and taking his son's hand. "That's what happened with Ephram and Amy," Micah smiled and nodded, but then shook his head in confusion again,
"You never swept with Amy," he said honestly, setting in noticeable awkwardness.
"That's different, I'll tell you how later," he said trying to stop the developing game of 20 questions.
"Okay Daddy, morning Amy!" he said running back to her again, but he was stopped by his Dad's hand clasping gently around his son's tiny arm once again, Micah stopped and looked at his father,
"Second lesson for today; girls need alone time in the morning. I'm sure Ephram will be leaving soon to let her wake up," he explained, knowing Ephram would've leave if his life depended on it.
"Huh?" Ephram said, finally waking, and sitting up. Amy immediately tore her arm away from underneath him and shook it around to wake it up.
"I'll see you guys later then," Tommy said, knowing it'd be easier to leave before Ephram regained full attention. It'd lessen the awkwardness, not that he could avoid it forever. He closed the door behind them, leaving Amy and Ephram alone once again.
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"I'm finding my way back to sanity again
Though I don't really know what
I'm gonna do when I get there
And take a breath and hold on tight
Spin around one more time
And gracefully fall back to the arms of grace
Cause I am hanging on every word you say
And even if you don't want to speak tonight
That's alright, alright with me
Cause I want nothing more than to sit
Outside Heaven's door and listen to you breathing
Is where I want to be yeah
Where I want to be" ```````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````` ` Ephram laid his head back down on the pillow and released air that he had once used to puff out his cheeks,
"I can't even believe how hard of a sleeper you are," she said laughing and resting her head back down on his chest. He caressed her hair with his left hand and closed his eyes, "Micah burst in here and started jumping on the bed. You felt nothing?"
"Pretty much," he said still half asleep. Amy took advantage of the situation. After all, it wasn't often that she was with Ephram when he was this vulnerable and confused. She ran her hand along his stomach then after a few seconds, when it looked like he was just about to drift back into sleep, she moved swiftly to his ribs and began tickling them full force. If that didn't wake him, her giggling sure did,
"Okay, okay, I'm awake!" He said laughing and sitting up, "Can you blame a guy for wanting to fall asleep next to his girl again?"
"Well aren't you charming?" she said sarcastically, "look what your back did to my arm!" she said pointing to the pattern on her right arm.
"Looks like the state of Wisconsin," he said bringing her skin close to his face to take a closer look. She rolled her eyes,
"Only you could make sleep patterns into states, Ephram Brown,"
"No, no look," he said pointing, "There's Lake Michigan, hell, I think I even see a cow in there," he said and she pulled her arm away quickly. It was her specialty to pretend that she was upset with him over the silliest of things. She pouted out her bottom lip and crossed her arms,
"My arm does NOT look like a cow," she turned her head, trying to conceal the smile that was uncontrollably forming on her lips. He smiled, knowing she was joking, and pulled her arm back,
"Hmm . . ." he said kissing her arm, "It doesn't TASTE like cheese," he raised his eyebrows up and down a few times, making her laugh,
"You're strange, you know that?" she said blushing, "Cheese shouldn't make me turn red, Ephram," she closed her eyes. She loved that Ephram could make her laugh. It didn't matter how crabby or sad or tired she was, seeing him always made her feel better. He toppled over her and began tickling her feet in revenge. Amy was one of those people that gasped when anyone even got near her feet. It was as if they was a zone around them that was ticklish without contact,
"Stop! Hey, I said knock it off! Hey!" she said between gasps and giggles, "I'm wearing a DRESS! And I think, at the rate you're going, you can see up it," she said pulling it down, "so if you'll just stop for one second!" but the rest was muffled in giggles.
"Not likely, you got me pretty good," he said pointing to his ribs with one of his hands. Not realizing that it was only six in the morning, since they had been woken up by someone else, they didn't think to keep their voices down. They didn't become aware that it was six in the morning until a very tired, confused looking Mrs. Callahan knocked on Ephram's door. Being fully clothed all night was a benefit in the morning; it meant he didn't have to worry about answering the door in his boxers. He flattened his hair and turned the knob,
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"I'm looking past the shadows
In my mind into the truth
And I'm trying to identify
The voices in my head
God, which one's you
Let me feel one more time
What it feels like to feel
And break these calluses off of me
One more time"
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"Faith," he said, closing the door so she couldn't see Amy laying in his bed.
"Ephram, its six o clock," she said, her eyes had bags under them, "I know I don't LIVE here, so I don't really have a say in what time people get up, but could you just try to be a little quieter, dear,"
"It's SIX O'CLOCK?" he asked in disbelief.
"Yeah," she said, then becoming more awake, she pushed the door open a little more, "in fact, I've never seen your room dear," she began to walk in,
"Um, you don't want to right now. It's pretty messy, and there's more in here than usual, so I'll invite you up later today okay?" he lied.
"Oh please," she said rolling her eyes, "you act as if I've never seen a teenage boy's room," she continued but stopped dead in her words as she saw Amy sitting very sleepily and red faced on his bed. "Oh my, what have I walked in on?" she switched her gaze between the two teens,
"Nothing, Amy just fell asleep here last night," he said honestly, "I swear. Not that I have to swear to you, you don't really have to know what I do," he reminded her in his defense,
"Don't get the wrong idea, Eph, I'm not trying to tell you what to do," she said with care, "I was just surprised," she walked out of the room still mumbling. Ephram shut the door and turned back to Amy, who was doubled over in laughter.
"A little embarrassment is worth getting away from your tickling hands," she announced, proudly holding her arms up in the air in triumph.
"Just wait, it'll return when you least expect it," he said sort of growling and moving to kiss her,
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"Cause I am hanging on every word you say
And even if you don't want to speak tonight
That's alright, alright with me
Cause I want nothing more than to sit
Outside your door and listen to you breathing
Is where I want to be yeah"
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Downstairs, Andy was sitting at the table reading the newspaper and sipping his coffee. It was December 26th, a day that should've been acknowledged as national shopping day. It was expected to be way worse than the day after thanksgiving this year, so he was planning to avoid even leaving the house. The testimony was tomorrow and a day of rest was something they all needed.
"Dad, is it okay if I invite Bright over here to watch tv with me?" Delia asked nervously, twisting her hair. Andy looked up from his newspaper,
"Bright Abbott?" he asked furrowing his brow as Delia nodded, "Honey, isn't he a little too old for Spongebob?"
"No one can be too old for Spongebob," Tommy said carrying Micah down the stairs and into the kitchen, "Besides, I'm sure Bright is bored," he continued, winking at Delia, "I'll invite him over,"
"Sure, why not?" Andy said, taking a sip of his coffee, "the more the merrier I guess,"
Delia tried to hide her excitement, but it was impossible. She left the room jumping and Tommy laughed and followed her,
"Thanks, Tommy," she said giving him a hug. He was surprised that she felt so comfortable around him, "not that I like Bright or anything," she said faking certainty.
"Of course not," he said winking at her. Tommy picked up the phone and invited Bright over,
"Hey, Bright? It's Tommy,"
"Callahan, what the hell do you want, aside from my sister, that is?" Bright asked sarcastically.
"Let's get one thing straight here, Abbott. I don't want your sister. Besides, she's already here, and so is Ephram, obviously,"
"Rubbing it in my face then?" he asked.
"No, inviting you," he said, catching Bright off guard.
"Oh, well, um, I might have some things to do," Bright said, "I'm pretty busy right now actually," he continued as he turned off the tv and put down his cereal bowl,
"Sorry if I woke you, I figured you'd be up for cartoons," he said seriously,
"Normally, that would insult an 18 year old guy, but not me. Cartoons rule, Callahan, come on!"
"Hey, hey," Tommy replied laughing, "I didn't say anything against cartoons. So, you coming or what?"
"Yeah, I'll be over in like an hour," he said and hung up the phone.
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"I don't want a thing from you
Bet you're tired of me waiting
For the scraps to fall
Off of your table to the ground
Cause I just want to be here now"