Disclaimer: I don't own Everwood, the town, or its characters. I'm just a
college student.
Chapter 8 uses "This Year's Love" by David Gray
Chapter 8 – This Year's Love
"You each need to hold onto one of my hands, please," Katie said extending them both out. Being a mother at 21 felt weird to her, even after five years, but having two very different tiny people's hands to hold felt amazing. She smiled as they latched on, seeing how nicely Tom had raised Micah. "Okay, now stay near me, we're going to just drop this off and be on our way," she added, knocking on Dr. Abbott's office door.
Amy opened the door, but her attention was elsewhere. The phone rang and people were at the door simultaneously; to which would she devote full attention? The door, she decided – the answering machine could pick up the missed call. She faced the visitors now – a brown haired girl about her age holding the hands of two innocent looking children, a brown package under her left arm.
"You've got your arms full," Amy said taking the package, "its Katie, right?"
"You bet," she said relieved that the package was no longer under her arm, it was considerably heavy. "Just tell him that McKenzie received the wrong meds in the mail,"
"And you," Amy crouched down, "must be McKenzie," the little girl raised her hand and waved, nearly hitting Amy in the face with her small arm. Amy's eyes turned towards the boy now . . . her heart stopped momentarily . . . she swallowed – it was him. "And who are you?" she asked, trying to hide her shaking voice.
"I'm Micah Callahan," the small boy extended his hand to Amy's. A smile spread across Amy's face. "Who are you, miss?" he asked politely. He was too small to remember . . . and Amy HAD changed . . . but so had he. He was so grown now – taller and looked even more like his father.
"This years love had better last
Heaven knows it's high time
And I've been waiting on my own too long
But when you hold me like you do
It feels so right
I start to forget
How my heart gets torn
When that hurt gets thrown
Feeling like you can't go on"
"I'm Dr. Abbott's daughter," she swallowed, not sure of what to say. Seeing Micah again made being back in Everwood more real. She cared for him, even thought of his little eyes from time to time – but they weren't so small anymore.
"We'll see you later, Amy," Katie said as they walked away. Micah went a few feet more before he froze in his steps. His eyes shot open – "AMY?" he asked happily, "That's Amy Abbott?"
"You know her?" Katie asked smiling, "she's a nice girl, I've heard,"
"She's my daddy's best friend, and she's my best friend too . . . from when I was almost three,"
"You don't remember being 3!" Mckenzie shouted, interrupting him.
"How do YOU know, 'Kenzie?" he argued back. Katie squeezed both their hands firmly, "please let's not argue. He might remember," McKenzie couldn't believe her mother had chosen Micah's side. Her eyes welled up in tears, while Micah tried running back to see Amy – but she was nowhere in sight.
"Micah," Katie scolded, "you need to hold my hand, this is a busy street," McKenzie's face brightened up as her friend got in trouble.
"I want to see Amy," he said loudly.
"Well another time, she's busy, and besides, we're going for ice cream I thought," Katie proposed.
"Yeah! Ice cream!" the kids yelled in unison. Ice cream was key.
Pacing around the room, Amy was still shocked she had run into Micah. She was certain he and Tommy had left Everwood to make something of themselves. She hadn't spoken to him since she left Everwood – no goodbye – no happy birthdays. Her attention was broken by the flashing light on the answering machine. Pushing 'play' lightly, she wondered if the message was really any of her business,
"Hey Amy, it's me. Sorry, I thought maybe you were at the office since you weren't at home when I called. Guess not. Well, if you get this message call me, okay?" Ephram's voice sent shivers down her spine and a smile to her mouth.
Picking up the phone, she dialed happily. Luckily, Ephram picked up first, "hello?"
"Hey," she said sweetly, a smile evident in her voice, "you called?" He immediately knew it was her.
"Turning circles when time again
It cuts like a knife oh yeah
If you love me got to know for sure
Cos it takes something more this time
Than sweet sweet lies
Before I open up my arms and fall
Losing all control
Every dream inside my soul
And when you kiss me
On that midnight street
Sweep me off my feet
Singing ain't this life so sweet"
"Hi," his heart pounded out of his chest, "What are you doing tonight for dinner?" it felt as if he were asking her out for the first time ever. "If you aren't busy, I mean . . ."
"Well, I was going to eat a lean cuisine and watch old movies, but what'd you have in mind?" she laughed.
"I just thought maybe . . . I could come over and make dinner, you know, it'd give us some time to catch up some more. I'm no lean cuisine or anything, but I'll certainly try,"
"You act as if I like lean cuisine, Ephram," she said seriously, "When did you learn to cook?"
"Oh, senior year, when Delia and I both had to start taking Tums after every meal because the grease from fast food was burning holes in our stomachs,"
"Nice image," she said sarcastically, to which he laughed, "Didn't my aunt or Nina or someone ever cook?"
"Sometimes, yes, and that was great, but I wanted to help out too, you know?"
Amy DID know; Ephram was the most helpful person she'd ever known. "Dinner sounds amazing, Ephram. Why don't you come over around 7?"
"Okay, I'll pick up what I need from the store on my way there," he suggested as they hung up.
"This years love had better last
This years love had better last"
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"Can we go sit by Todd?" Maggie squealed as she and Delia were looking through teen magazines in her room.
"I guess," Delia rolled her eyes, "but I don't know why you'd want to. Todd's the most annoying guy I've ever known,"
"Oh my gosh!" Maggie said loudly, "You like HIM!"
"What?!" Delia laughed at her friend's preposterous statement, "and will you be quiet? He's going to hear you screaming!"
"You didn't deny it!" she said dancing around, "I don't blame you, he's cute,"
"Maggie, he's 21. I DO NOT like him. Even more so, I hate him!" Delia said, convincing herself and her friend, but it failed as her cheeks began to flush.
"Well then I guess you don't care if he hears me screaming since you don't like him or anything!" she raised her voice again.
"Oh he can't hear you!" Delia said closing the door, "He sleeps like a rock all day long. I don't even get why he's here!"
"I'm sure you don't mind," Maggie continued to tease, "although this would mean you're over Bright . . ."
"Oh please, I'll NEVER be over Bright," Delia admitted, laughing, "he was my first love," she fell backwards on her bed and looked up at the ceiling which had a blown up picture of the young Abbott boy.
Ephram sprayed on his last bit of cologne, being sure to have worn his best outfit – his dress pants and shirt from one of his recitals. He was going to knock her over when she opened that door. What Ephram didn't know was that she'd knock him over before he even had the chance to say hello.
"So whose to worry
If our hearts get torn
When that hurt gets thrown
Don't you know this life goes on
And won't you kiss me
On that midnight street
Sweep me off my feet
Singing ain't this life so sweet"
The doorbell rang and Amy scurried to the door like a small child. She'd dressed in a white dress, similar to the one she wore on Christmas that year, and curled her hair much the same – thought it looked different now that it was shorter. Opening the door, she saw the man she'd needed since she was 16 – and he as dressed to kill. Before he'd even opened his mouth to speak she'd wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him into an earth shaking embrace. For Ephram, Amy's actions had always spoke louder than words. That night, he'd learn that part of her hadn't changed.
"This years love had better last
This years love had better last
This years love had better last
This years love had better last"
Chapter 8 uses "This Year's Love" by David Gray
Chapter 8 – This Year's Love
"You each need to hold onto one of my hands, please," Katie said extending them both out. Being a mother at 21 felt weird to her, even after five years, but having two very different tiny people's hands to hold felt amazing. She smiled as they latched on, seeing how nicely Tom had raised Micah. "Okay, now stay near me, we're going to just drop this off and be on our way," she added, knocking on Dr. Abbott's office door.
Amy opened the door, but her attention was elsewhere. The phone rang and people were at the door simultaneously; to which would she devote full attention? The door, she decided – the answering machine could pick up the missed call. She faced the visitors now – a brown haired girl about her age holding the hands of two innocent looking children, a brown package under her left arm.
"You've got your arms full," Amy said taking the package, "its Katie, right?"
"You bet," she said relieved that the package was no longer under her arm, it was considerably heavy. "Just tell him that McKenzie received the wrong meds in the mail,"
"And you," Amy crouched down, "must be McKenzie," the little girl raised her hand and waved, nearly hitting Amy in the face with her small arm. Amy's eyes turned towards the boy now . . . her heart stopped momentarily . . . she swallowed – it was him. "And who are you?" she asked, trying to hide her shaking voice.
"I'm Micah Callahan," the small boy extended his hand to Amy's. A smile spread across Amy's face. "Who are you, miss?" he asked politely. He was too small to remember . . . and Amy HAD changed . . . but so had he. He was so grown now – taller and looked even more like his father.
"This years love had better last
Heaven knows it's high time
And I've been waiting on my own too long
But when you hold me like you do
It feels so right
I start to forget
How my heart gets torn
When that hurt gets thrown
Feeling like you can't go on"
"I'm Dr. Abbott's daughter," she swallowed, not sure of what to say. Seeing Micah again made being back in Everwood more real. She cared for him, even thought of his little eyes from time to time – but they weren't so small anymore.
"We'll see you later, Amy," Katie said as they walked away. Micah went a few feet more before he froze in his steps. His eyes shot open – "AMY?" he asked happily, "That's Amy Abbott?"
"You know her?" Katie asked smiling, "she's a nice girl, I've heard,"
"She's my daddy's best friend, and she's my best friend too . . . from when I was almost three,"
"You don't remember being 3!" Mckenzie shouted, interrupting him.
"How do YOU know, 'Kenzie?" he argued back. Katie squeezed both their hands firmly, "please let's not argue. He might remember," McKenzie couldn't believe her mother had chosen Micah's side. Her eyes welled up in tears, while Micah tried running back to see Amy – but she was nowhere in sight.
"Micah," Katie scolded, "you need to hold my hand, this is a busy street," McKenzie's face brightened up as her friend got in trouble.
"I want to see Amy," he said loudly.
"Well another time, she's busy, and besides, we're going for ice cream I thought," Katie proposed.
"Yeah! Ice cream!" the kids yelled in unison. Ice cream was key.
Pacing around the room, Amy was still shocked she had run into Micah. She was certain he and Tommy had left Everwood to make something of themselves. She hadn't spoken to him since she left Everwood – no goodbye – no happy birthdays. Her attention was broken by the flashing light on the answering machine. Pushing 'play' lightly, she wondered if the message was really any of her business,
"Hey Amy, it's me. Sorry, I thought maybe you were at the office since you weren't at home when I called. Guess not. Well, if you get this message call me, okay?" Ephram's voice sent shivers down her spine and a smile to her mouth.
Picking up the phone, she dialed happily. Luckily, Ephram picked up first, "hello?"
"Hey," she said sweetly, a smile evident in her voice, "you called?" He immediately knew it was her.
"Turning circles when time again
It cuts like a knife oh yeah
If you love me got to know for sure
Cos it takes something more this time
Than sweet sweet lies
Before I open up my arms and fall
Losing all control
Every dream inside my soul
And when you kiss me
On that midnight street
Sweep me off my feet
Singing ain't this life so sweet"
"Hi," his heart pounded out of his chest, "What are you doing tonight for dinner?" it felt as if he were asking her out for the first time ever. "If you aren't busy, I mean . . ."
"Well, I was going to eat a lean cuisine and watch old movies, but what'd you have in mind?" she laughed.
"I just thought maybe . . . I could come over and make dinner, you know, it'd give us some time to catch up some more. I'm no lean cuisine or anything, but I'll certainly try,"
"You act as if I like lean cuisine, Ephram," she said seriously, "When did you learn to cook?"
"Oh, senior year, when Delia and I both had to start taking Tums after every meal because the grease from fast food was burning holes in our stomachs,"
"Nice image," she said sarcastically, to which he laughed, "Didn't my aunt or Nina or someone ever cook?"
"Sometimes, yes, and that was great, but I wanted to help out too, you know?"
Amy DID know; Ephram was the most helpful person she'd ever known. "Dinner sounds amazing, Ephram. Why don't you come over around 7?"
"Okay, I'll pick up what I need from the store on my way there," he suggested as they hung up.
"This years love had better last
This years love had better last"
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"Can we go sit by Todd?" Maggie squealed as she and Delia were looking through teen magazines in her room.
"I guess," Delia rolled her eyes, "but I don't know why you'd want to. Todd's the most annoying guy I've ever known,"
"Oh my gosh!" Maggie said loudly, "You like HIM!"
"What?!" Delia laughed at her friend's preposterous statement, "and will you be quiet? He's going to hear you screaming!"
"You didn't deny it!" she said dancing around, "I don't blame you, he's cute,"
"Maggie, he's 21. I DO NOT like him. Even more so, I hate him!" Delia said, convincing herself and her friend, but it failed as her cheeks began to flush.
"Well then I guess you don't care if he hears me screaming since you don't like him or anything!" she raised her voice again.
"Oh he can't hear you!" Delia said closing the door, "He sleeps like a rock all day long. I don't even get why he's here!"
"I'm sure you don't mind," Maggie continued to tease, "although this would mean you're over Bright . . ."
"Oh please, I'll NEVER be over Bright," Delia admitted, laughing, "he was my first love," she fell backwards on her bed and looked up at the ceiling which had a blown up picture of the young Abbott boy.
Ephram sprayed on his last bit of cologne, being sure to have worn his best outfit – his dress pants and shirt from one of his recitals. He was going to knock her over when she opened that door. What Ephram didn't know was that she'd knock him over before he even had the chance to say hello.
"So whose to worry
If our hearts get torn
When that hurt gets thrown
Don't you know this life goes on
And won't you kiss me
On that midnight street
Sweep me off my feet
Singing ain't this life so sweet"
The doorbell rang and Amy scurried to the door like a small child. She'd dressed in a white dress, similar to the one she wore on Christmas that year, and curled her hair much the same – thought it looked different now that it was shorter. Opening the door, she saw the man she'd needed since she was 16 – and he as dressed to kill. Before he'd even opened his mouth to speak she'd wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him into an earth shaking embrace. For Ephram, Amy's actions had always spoke louder than words. That night, he'd learn that part of her hadn't changed.
"This years love had better last
This years love had better last
This years love had better last
This years love had better last"