Disclaimer: I don't own Everwood, the town, or it's characters. I'm still
just a college student.
Chapter 1 uses "One Year, Six Months," by Yellowcard
Chapter 1 - One Year, Six Months
Amy shifted around in her bed; she couldn't get comfortable. Normally she slept soundly in her dorm room, despite Angie's sleep talking. She pushed the blankets off, the pulled them back up, not able to find a comfortable temperature to sleep at. It didn't help that their heater was on full blast and they had no control over it,
"I said the purple one, damn it," Angie mumbled sleepily, making a smile spread across Amy's face. She loved her friend dearly and tonight was the last night they'd be roommates. It was Amy's decision, Amy's choice . . . she was ready to move on with her life now that she'd been away from everyone she loved back home for so very long. "Extended metaphor! Extended . . ." Angie continued until she woke herself up from shouting. Amy was laughing loudly by now, she couldn't contain herself.
"Why are we even sleeping? We should be up all night hanging out since its our last one," Amy said getting out of bed.
"We have exams tomorrow, Amy, and I have a 7:45 British Lit one . . ." she whined. "You can stay up but I have to sleep,"
"I can't believe we're almost half way through college," Amy ignored her roommate's request to sleep.
"I can't believe you're leaving," Angie said sadly, realizing there was no way Amy would let her sleep. "You're my best friend . . . you can't just up and transfer next year," though it was dark, Amy could see the realistic tears in her friend's eyes,
"Just because I'm leaving doesn't mean I'm not your best friend anymore,"
"I know . . . but who knows who I'll end up getting as a roommate next year. God forbid she's anything like the one I had freshman year," she paused, feeling as if she'd made it seem like she was angry with Amy - she knew Amy had bigger dreams that couldn't be accomplished in Colorado, "I'm sorry . . . I know its what you need to do,"
"If I could take you with me, I would in a heartbeat, you know that," she hugged her friend. "Besides, you live in Massachusetts when you're not here. That's not far from New York," she tried to cheer her up.
"Great, so when I'm here you'll be there," Angie said sarcastically, "I guess you could always spend time with my family if you wanted. They like you," she perked up.
"I want you to come visit me in Everwood sometime, okay?" she said, tears filling her own eyes now.
"I will," she said turning on the light, "you're right, we should be up all night hanging out, how about we throw in a CD?" she suggested.
"Yeah, we'll just make sure it isn't too loud," Amy started as she hit play to see which one was in the player. After 5 seconds of hearing the first song, she forcefully hit the stop button, becoming nervous.
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"Sew this up with threads of reason and regret
So I will not forget. I will not forget
How this felt one year six months ago
I know I cannot forget. I cannot forget
I'm falling into memories of you and things we used to do
Follow me there
A beautiful somewhere
A place that I can share with you"
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"Why's this cd in here?" she asked Angie angrily.
"What? Oh, I'm sorry, I found it in the garbage and I wanted to hear what you were willing to throw out," she laughed, not catching that Amy was upset.
"Don't go through the garbage anymore!" she shouted, not worrying about waking the neighbors.
"Amy, wow, chill out," she said, her smile fading, her voice trying to be calming, "I won't . . . this is our last night, remember?"
Amy closed her eyes and exhaled, "You're right, Ang, I'm sorry," she was embarrassed by how easily angered she'd become. It reminded her of how she used to be.
"I didn't know it would upset you . . ." Angie said sitting down on her bed, Amy was silent.
"It's fine . . . you wouldn't,"
"Tell me," she pleaded gently.
"I can't," Amy still had issues with trusting people, just as she did when she was 16. "I'm sorry,"
"You can't even tell your best friend?" Angie asked worried, but Amy didn't hear Angie's words at all . . . no . . . she heard Ephram's,
"You can't even tell me? I thought you said you'd let me know . . . Then don't call me til you can . . ." Amy's heart snapped all over again. Her heart raced . . . it had been four years and those words still haunted her. Angie saw the glazed over look in her friend's eyes and walked up to her,
"Amy . . . what is it? Are you okay?"
"It's him . . ." she whispered, still looking off in another direction . . .
"What's him? Who's 'him?'" she didn't mean to ask so many questions, but she wanted to know why her friend was falling to pieces.
"Everything's him . . . the cd . . . that's him playing . . . those words! Those words! Why can't I remember anything good he said . . .?" she cried, her hands made her way up to her face and caught her teardrops.
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"I can tell that you don't know me anymore
It's easy to forget, sometimes we just forget
And being on this road is anything but sure
Maybe we'll forget, I hope we don't forget
I'm falling into memories of you and things we used to do
Follow me there
A beautiful somewhere
A place that I can share with you"
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"Maybe you aren't ready to go back to Everwood," Angie said hugging her, "I don't know everything, but from what you've told me, it doesn't seem like you're ready,"
"But I am," Amy said crying even harder, "that's just it, Angie. I'm ready to go back. I know he won't be there, and that'll be hard . . . but I still want to go home . . ."
Amy had told Angie the story of Ephram many times, so she knew full well who Amy was referring to. In their two years as friends, one year as roommates, Angie had never seen a picture of him - Amy said she'd only brought one and she wasn't hanging it up because she didn't want Angie leaving slobber marks all over Bright's face since he was in it too. "Sometimes people can't keep promises, Ames," she said closing her eyes, she didn't know how Amy would react to this. When Amy said nothing, however, she continued, "you were sixteen . . . I'm not trying to hurt your feelings . . . but that was a long time ago,"
"You don't know Ephram like I do," Amy said wiping her tears and sniffling.
"I don't know Ephram at all," Angie said seriously, "I've never even seen his picture,"
Amy laughed slightly when she saw Angie's smile. She went to her dresser drawer and pulled out the frame with their picture in it. As she traced the borders of his face with her eyes, she didn't smile - she frowned, and a teardrop fell onto the glass, right atop his face. She slid her finger over it, absorbing the wetness, and brought the frame over to Angie, who had been anticipating this moment for two years. Amy held it up against her chest so Angie couldn't see right away,
"Come on already," Angie said laughing and bouncing up and down, "I want to see this dream man you've been dedicating your life to for the past four years,"
Amy smiled and let the picture come into Angie's view. Her eyes seemed to smile as she saw the photograph of her best friend and two guys she obviously cared a great deal about. With one arm around Bright and the other around Ephram, the three of them made the perfect team. Amy snatched it away quickly,
"What? I wasn't done looking yet!" she said pretending to try and pull it back.
"I don't want lip prints on my brother's face, thank you," she said joking then handed it back. Angie laughed,
"What? I don't even think he's cute!" she said blushing,
"Yeah, whatever," Amy said, rolling her eyes. "So that's Ephram . . ." she fell silent.
"He looks like he was blushing here," she teased Amy.
"He was," Amy laughed, it was nice to think kindly about Ephram again, "Bright had just made some stupid comment about Ephram and I sleeping together," Amy blushed at this now too.
"That's great!" Angie said smiling, "He must've been a wild man in bed if you've waited 4 years for him back," she elbowed her friend.
"Shut up, Ang, you know I'm a virgin. I'm waiting for Ephram . . . I'm waiting til I marry Ephram,"
Angie closed her eyes painfully. Although she saw how much Amy adored him when she looked at his picture, she had an unwanted doubt in her heart that made her think Amy shouldn't be so sure about marrying Ephram,
"I know you love him," she said with her eyes still closed, "but Ames . . . be realistic, hun . . ." Amy's smile faded.
"Like I said, you don't know Ephram like I do," she pulled the picture away from her friend slammed it in her drawer.
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"So many nights, legs tangled tight
Wrap me up in a dream with you
Close up these eyes, try not to cry
All that I've got to pull me through is memories of you
Memories of you
Memories of you
Memories of you"
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"Don't get so angry," she pleaded, "we don't have to talk about him anymore if you don't want . . . I just don't want to see you in any more pain than you have to be, okay?"
"I just," Amy said, "I just worry, that's all. You know? How's it going to be when I get home and I see my house again, when I see my grandparents again . . . Dr. Brown . . .Delia . . .? Its not that I don't love them . . . I just am afraid of Ephram's promise. No one knows that he and I haven't talked in four years, well, no one except Bright,"
"So you're afraid he'll have kept his promise but be angry that you were gone all these years?"
Ephram's promise - to love her forever and to find her one day - was it stupid to believe that there was still a chance? That a man like Ephram would wait around?
"No, I'm afraid he'll have broken his promise," she sniffled, "and everyone will know but me . . ."
Angie walked over to the cd player and removed the disc. She handed it to her crying friend, "I don't think you're ready to throw him away yet."
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"I'm falling into memories of you and things we used to do
Follow me there
A beautiful somewhere
A place that we can share
Falling into memories of you and things we used to do"
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A/N: Hey guys! Well, I'm back, and sooner than anticipated. How do you guys think this is going so far? Remember what I promised - this is an Ephramy fanfic, meaning that even when things look gloomy it's only temporary. Everyone keep this in the back of their minds! :) I know some of you are probably a little skeptical about this, being that its 4 years after WMH, but there are a few reasons why I chose to do it this way.
I'm 20 and its pretty easy to relate to characters that are in college and the same age range.
In order to keep the timelines going and for things to progress with their relationship, they have to be older than 16 or 17. I'm not into the whole "one minute their 16 and two chapters later they're 20" thing, so it's easier just to make them the age I need them to be in the beginning and explain what happened when they were 17,18, and 19.
Thanks for reading, and please review. It helps me out - I don't want to write something eveyrone will hate ;)
Chapter 1 uses "One Year, Six Months," by Yellowcard
Chapter 1 - One Year, Six Months
Amy shifted around in her bed; she couldn't get comfortable. Normally she slept soundly in her dorm room, despite Angie's sleep talking. She pushed the blankets off, the pulled them back up, not able to find a comfortable temperature to sleep at. It didn't help that their heater was on full blast and they had no control over it,
"I said the purple one, damn it," Angie mumbled sleepily, making a smile spread across Amy's face. She loved her friend dearly and tonight was the last night they'd be roommates. It was Amy's decision, Amy's choice . . . she was ready to move on with her life now that she'd been away from everyone she loved back home for so very long. "Extended metaphor! Extended . . ." Angie continued until she woke herself up from shouting. Amy was laughing loudly by now, she couldn't contain herself.
"Why are we even sleeping? We should be up all night hanging out since its our last one," Amy said getting out of bed.
"We have exams tomorrow, Amy, and I have a 7:45 British Lit one . . ." she whined. "You can stay up but I have to sleep,"
"I can't believe we're almost half way through college," Amy ignored her roommate's request to sleep.
"I can't believe you're leaving," Angie said sadly, realizing there was no way Amy would let her sleep. "You're my best friend . . . you can't just up and transfer next year," though it was dark, Amy could see the realistic tears in her friend's eyes,
"Just because I'm leaving doesn't mean I'm not your best friend anymore,"
"I know . . . but who knows who I'll end up getting as a roommate next year. God forbid she's anything like the one I had freshman year," she paused, feeling as if she'd made it seem like she was angry with Amy - she knew Amy had bigger dreams that couldn't be accomplished in Colorado, "I'm sorry . . . I know its what you need to do,"
"If I could take you with me, I would in a heartbeat, you know that," she hugged her friend. "Besides, you live in Massachusetts when you're not here. That's not far from New York," she tried to cheer her up.
"Great, so when I'm here you'll be there," Angie said sarcastically, "I guess you could always spend time with my family if you wanted. They like you," she perked up.
"I want you to come visit me in Everwood sometime, okay?" she said, tears filling her own eyes now.
"I will," she said turning on the light, "you're right, we should be up all night hanging out, how about we throw in a CD?" she suggested.
"Yeah, we'll just make sure it isn't too loud," Amy started as she hit play to see which one was in the player. After 5 seconds of hearing the first song, she forcefully hit the stop button, becoming nervous.
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"Sew this up with threads of reason and regret
So I will not forget. I will not forget
How this felt one year six months ago
I know I cannot forget. I cannot forget
I'm falling into memories of you and things we used to do
Follow me there
A beautiful somewhere
A place that I can share with you"
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"Why's this cd in here?" she asked Angie angrily.
"What? Oh, I'm sorry, I found it in the garbage and I wanted to hear what you were willing to throw out," she laughed, not catching that Amy was upset.
"Don't go through the garbage anymore!" she shouted, not worrying about waking the neighbors.
"Amy, wow, chill out," she said, her smile fading, her voice trying to be calming, "I won't . . . this is our last night, remember?"
Amy closed her eyes and exhaled, "You're right, Ang, I'm sorry," she was embarrassed by how easily angered she'd become. It reminded her of how she used to be.
"I didn't know it would upset you . . ." Angie said sitting down on her bed, Amy was silent.
"It's fine . . . you wouldn't,"
"Tell me," she pleaded gently.
"I can't," Amy still had issues with trusting people, just as she did when she was 16. "I'm sorry,"
"You can't even tell your best friend?" Angie asked worried, but Amy didn't hear Angie's words at all . . . no . . . she heard Ephram's,
"You can't even tell me? I thought you said you'd let me know . . . Then don't call me til you can . . ." Amy's heart snapped all over again. Her heart raced . . . it had been four years and those words still haunted her. Angie saw the glazed over look in her friend's eyes and walked up to her,
"Amy . . . what is it? Are you okay?"
"It's him . . ." she whispered, still looking off in another direction . . .
"What's him? Who's 'him?'" she didn't mean to ask so many questions, but she wanted to know why her friend was falling to pieces.
"Everything's him . . . the cd . . . that's him playing . . . those words! Those words! Why can't I remember anything good he said . . .?" she cried, her hands made her way up to her face and caught her teardrops.
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"I can tell that you don't know me anymore
It's easy to forget, sometimes we just forget
And being on this road is anything but sure
Maybe we'll forget, I hope we don't forget
I'm falling into memories of you and things we used to do
Follow me there
A beautiful somewhere
A place that I can share with you"
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"Maybe you aren't ready to go back to Everwood," Angie said hugging her, "I don't know everything, but from what you've told me, it doesn't seem like you're ready,"
"But I am," Amy said crying even harder, "that's just it, Angie. I'm ready to go back. I know he won't be there, and that'll be hard . . . but I still want to go home . . ."
Amy had told Angie the story of Ephram many times, so she knew full well who Amy was referring to. In their two years as friends, one year as roommates, Angie had never seen a picture of him - Amy said she'd only brought one and she wasn't hanging it up because she didn't want Angie leaving slobber marks all over Bright's face since he was in it too. "Sometimes people can't keep promises, Ames," she said closing her eyes, she didn't know how Amy would react to this. When Amy said nothing, however, she continued, "you were sixteen . . . I'm not trying to hurt your feelings . . . but that was a long time ago,"
"You don't know Ephram like I do," Amy said wiping her tears and sniffling.
"I don't know Ephram at all," Angie said seriously, "I've never even seen his picture,"
Amy laughed slightly when she saw Angie's smile. She went to her dresser drawer and pulled out the frame with their picture in it. As she traced the borders of his face with her eyes, she didn't smile - she frowned, and a teardrop fell onto the glass, right atop his face. She slid her finger over it, absorbing the wetness, and brought the frame over to Angie, who had been anticipating this moment for two years. Amy held it up against her chest so Angie couldn't see right away,
"Come on already," Angie said laughing and bouncing up and down, "I want to see this dream man you've been dedicating your life to for the past four years,"
Amy smiled and let the picture come into Angie's view. Her eyes seemed to smile as she saw the photograph of her best friend and two guys she obviously cared a great deal about. With one arm around Bright and the other around Ephram, the three of them made the perfect team. Amy snatched it away quickly,
"What? I wasn't done looking yet!" she said pretending to try and pull it back.
"I don't want lip prints on my brother's face, thank you," she said joking then handed it back. Angie laughed,
"What? I don't even think he's cute!" she said blushing,
"Yeah, whatever," Amy said, rolling her eyes. "So that's Ephram . . ." she fell silent.
"He looks like he was blushing here," she teased Amy.
"He was," Amy laughed, it was nice to think kindly about Ephram again, "Bright had just made some stupid comment about Ephram and I sleeping together," Amy blushed at this now too.
"That's great!" Angie said smiling, "He must've been a wild man in bed if you've waited 4 years for him back," she elbowed her friend.
"Shut up, Ang, you know I'm a virgin. I'm waiting for Ephram . . . I'm waiting til I marry Ephram,"
Angie closed her eyes painfully. Although she saw how much Amy adored him when she looked at his picture, she had an unwanted doubt in her heart that made her think Amy shouldn't be so sure about marrying Ephram,
"I know you love him," she said with her eyes still closed, "but Ames . . . be realistic, hun . . ." Amy's smile faded.
"Like I said, you don't know Ephram like I do," she pulled the picture away from her friend slammed it in her drawer.
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"So many nights, legs tangled tight
Wrap me up in a dream with you
Close up these eyes, try not to cry
All that I've got to pull me through is memories of you
Memories of you
Memories of you
Memories of you"
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"Don't get so angry," she pleaded, "we don't have to talk about him anymore if you don't want . . . I just don't want to see you in any more pain than you have to be, okay?"
"I just," Amy said, "I just worry, that's all. You know? How's it going to be when I get home and I see my house again, when I see my grandparents again . . . Dr. Brown . . .Delia . . .? Its not that I don't love them . . . I just am afraid of Ephram's promise. No one knows that he and I haven't talked in four years, well, no one except Bright,"
"So you're afraid he'll have kept his promise but be angry that you were gone all these years?"
Ephram's promise - to love her forever and to find her one day - was it stupid to believe that there was still a chance? That a man like Ephram would wait around?
"No, I'm afraid he'll have broken his promise," she sniffled, "and everyone will know but me . . ."
Angie walked over to the cd player and removed the disc. She handed it to her crying friend, "I don't think you're ready to throw him away yet."
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"I'm falling into memories of you and things we used to do
Follow me there
A beautiful somewhere
A place that we can share
Falling into memories of you and things we used to do"
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A/N: Hey guys! Well, I'm back, and sooner than anticipated. How do you guys think this is going so far? Remember what I promised - this is an Ephramy fanfic, meaning that even when things look gloomy it's only temporary. Everyone keep this in the back of their minds! :) I know some of you are probably a little skeptical about this, being that its 4 years after WMH, but there are a few reasons why I chose to do it this way.
I'm 20 and its pretty easy to relate to characters that are in college and the same age range.
In order to keep the timelines going and for things to progress with their relationship, they have to be older than 16 or 17. I'm not into the whole "one minute their 16 and two chapters later they're 20" thing, so it's easier just to make them the age I need them to be in the beginning and explain what happened when they were 17,18, and 19.
Thanks for reading, and please review. It helps me out - I don't want to write something eveyrone will hate ;)