Disclaimer: I don't own Everwood, the town, or it's characters. I'm just a
college student.
Chapter 9 uses "Be Mine" by David Grey
Chapter 9 – Be Mine
"You look stunning," Ephram said, still holding her closely to him, his left hand unmoved from her waist. At this she kissed his cheek and pulled back to see him,
"Thank you, Ephram," she smiled and took his hand to guide him inside. "You're dressed so nicely, I thought I'd be overdressed," she pointed to herself, "but I see it works just fine," Ephram set the bag of groceries down in his right hand down, and stood behind her, pulling her back closely to him, as they used to stand, both looking in the same direction. She fit the same as she used to, he thought. "Last night . . ." she turned her face to look back at him slightly, as her back was meshed to his chest, "When I fell asleep, I dreamt that you were gone; that none of this was real, other than me being back in Everwood,"
"So you were here and I was gone?" he asked, running his hands lightly over her arms now, "where was I?"
"You . . . your whole family, had left Everwood a few years back, when I was gone – or so my father told me when I asked him about you," she explained, getting chills from his presence.
He moved his lips next to her hear, angling his head to make sure she could hear him, as he spoke barely above a whisper, "why would we have left Everwood?" his soft breath tickled her neck; he knew this.
"No one with your potential," she closed her eyes, fighting her desire to kiss him just then, "would stay in a small place like this forever, even I know that," As he stood behind her, she could feel his heart beating against her back.
"Amy," he whispered to her again, "I'm not leaving, okay? Everwood is my home,"
"Everwood was my home too . . . and I just up and left. It's not really that hard, Ephram, you have no idea . . ." she said, her voice sounding upset and accusing. He spun her around to lock eyes with her. Hurt burned in them; he looked as though someone had just dropkicked his future. "Ephram . . . I didn't mean to shout . . ."
"You act as if I don't know you left . . ." he reminded her solemnly, his eyes unmoved.
She inhaled slowly, "I didn't mean to make it seem like Everwood wasn't good enough for me. Just like I didn't mean to imply that you would up and leave just as easily as I did," she felt the warmth rising in her throat. That meant only one thing; it'd be seconds now, before her first tear fell.
"It was a dream, Amy," his eyes lightened, "I'm not leaving, just like I said. New York may have some things, but they don't have my heart," her tear dropped, "they don't have you," he smiled.
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|"From the very first moment i saw you | |that's when i knew | |all the dreams i held in my heart | |had suddenly come true | |knock me over stone cold sober | |not a thing i could say or do | |'cos baby when im walking with you now | |my eyes are so wide | |like you reached right into my head | |and turned on the light inside | |turning on the light | |inside my mind hey" |
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She let her tears fall freely on him; silently wondering how long it would be before she could hold him without worrying about one of them being gone again. She knew she'd done it the first time, and was most grateful and surprised about how nicely Ephram was dealing with it. "You're here," she said through sobs, running her fingernails up and across his chest, until her cries became uncontrollable and she grabbed the front of his shirt and clenched tightly on to it, squeezing all her emotions out. The whole time, Ephram gently caressed her hair, assuring her that no matter how long it took for her to be comfortable with the two of them again, he'd wait – he'd be there the whole time. She began running out of tears it seemed, after half an hour. Bending down slightly, he lifted her in his arms and carried her to the couch. There he sat down, and held her on his lap, her tears staining his neck.
"Sweetheart," he said finally, after he'd been silent for about 10 minutes. She looked up with a smile, her face so reddened and sad. He took her damp hand and kissed it lightly before wrapping his arms, now intertwined with hers, around her waist again as they sat.
It was getting dark outside now, as the two sat in the living room. Only the streetlight shone in on them, a strip of light sat over her eyes, formed by the shadow of the blinds. "I wish I could hold you like this forever," he said kissing the top of her head.
"Sounds like a no-fail plan," she said starting to tickle him. He laughed, swatting away her hand.
"There is one problem," he said through laughs.
"And what's that?" she said, a look of mirth on her face, still tickling him.
"The food," he gasped, "dinner," he laughed. She stopped tickling him now.
"You think it's spoiled?" she asked sadly.
"No, it's still good, but we should probably make it now," he said, and reluctantly slid off the couch. Todd would have been very disappointed in his roommate – he'd been there two hours and still hadn't kissed her. It wasn't always about kissing with Ephram and Amy – they had an emotional connection as well.
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"come on baby its all right
sunday monday day or night
written blue on white its plain to see
Be Mine Be Mine
that rainy shiny night or day
what's the difference anyway
honey till your heart belongs to me"
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Amy stood up, straightening her dress, which was now wrinkled from snuggling up to Ephram. Ephram worked diligently in the kitchen to make the dinner perfect. "Amy?" he asked, wanting her to come in the kitchen, "do you have a big pot I could use?" she smiled at his sweetness and handed him one from the cupboard.
"You making spaghetti?" she asked smiling, "I love spaghetti,"
"Well, I was going to make meatballs too . . . but I guess the meat sat out too long . . ." he looked with frustration at the package, tossing it aside.
"We have meat we can use here," she took some out of the freezer, "it just has to thaw a little while . . . um, lets microwave it okay?"
Had a third person been watching all of this transpire, he or she would've sworn they were married. They worked together so nicely, preparing their first dinner together since her return.
Ephram turned to Amy as he stirred the noodles in the pot; a smile lit his eyes. "Amy," he slightly chuckled, "you have um," he took his hand to her hair, "breadcrumbs . . ." his face contorted as he tried to get them out, causing her to think there were way more in her hair than there were.
"Oh my god!" she blushed, and tried running to the bathroom, "is it that bad?" he laughed.
"No," he still tried pulling some out, "I'm just not sure how they got there, that's all . . . guys don't really get things in our hair . . ." He stopped her from running, "I'll get them out, don't worry,"
He was taking an insurmountably long time, Amy thought. After about five minutes she became impatient, "isn't your arm sore or something," she rolled her eyes.
"This is fun!" he said moving his hand through her hair.
"There can't possibly be anymore, Ephram," she said seriously, a smile spreading across his lips.
"Oh, there aren't," he laughed, and she swatted him, "I just like your hair," her cheeks flushed, "it's different . . . it isn't just shorter, there's something else . . ."
"Um, there are some lowlights in it . . ." she said biting her lip, and it's layered . . ." she offered up.
"I like it, a lot," he smiled. She took his hand down from her hair and it instinctively moved to her hip. She put her right hand up to his face, half on his neck, half on his cheek, and lightly moved to kiss him. He embraced her, as they stood in the kitchen next to the stove, kissing as if they'd been apart for 50 years instead of 4.
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if i had some influence girl
with the powers that be
i'd have them fire that arrow at you
like they fired it right at me
and maybe when your heart and soul
are burning you might see
that everytime im talking with you
its always over too soon
that everyday feels so incomplete
till you walk into the room
say the word now girl ill
jump that moon hey"
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Holding him felt right. After about six minutes of intensity, Amy had turned and unconsciously turned Ephram so his back was against the stove. They were so caught up in the moment that they didn't notice the pot boiling over . . . until it began soaking into Ephram's pants.
"Shit!" he shouted, jumping away, Amy gasped, as she saw the spaghetti flowing over the side of the pot.
"Are you burned?" she asked. That was a stupid question. He looked at her with panic in his face.
"Take them off!" she screamed moving her hand in a circular motion, implying that he should hurry up. He raised his eyebrows in confusion, "What are you DOING?! Ephram, get them off right now! Having that against your skin when it's burnt isn't going to make it feel better!" she was very adamant. He did as she instructed, and before long, he stood in his boxers as she inspected the skin on the small of his back.
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|"come on baby its ok | |rainy shiny night or day | |theres nothing in the way now | |dont you see | |Be Mine Be Mine | |winter summer day or night | |centigrade or fahrenheit | |baby till your heart belongs to me | |Be Mine Be Mine | |thursday friday short or long | |when you got a love so strong | |how can it be wrong now mercy me | |Be Mine Be Mine | |jumpin jesus holy cow | |whats the difference anyhow | |baby till your heart belongs to me" | | | | |
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"I swear Ephram," she said sternly, as if she was a mother scolding a small child. He laughed at this, and smiled – he hoped that one day she'd talk to THEIR kids in this way. "Every time you're here now, you get hurt,"
"Sorry, mom," he said jokingly, but cringed when she touched his back. Amy was cognizant that those two words were a huge step for Ephram – being able to talk about a mother other than his was always impossible, even to joke about. She smiled at him and promised to make it as painless as possible.
"It's not serious," she assured him happily, "but we should be more careful," she pulled his shirt back down over the burn, "It was my fault, I'm sorry," she kissed his lips quickly.
"Um," he said, his tone suggesting embarrassment, "I need pants," Amy blushed and looked down.
"No you don't," she said suggestively. She began kissing him again with all her might, but he pulled away and shook his head,
"Yes," he said seriously, "I do,"
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"My heart is on fire
My heart is on fire
My heart is on fire
My heart is on fire
My heart is on fire
My heart is on fire
My heart is on fire
My heart is on fire"
Chapter 9 uses "Be Mine" by David Grey
Chapter 9 – Be Mine
"You look stunning," Ephram said, still holding her closely to him, his left hand unmoved from her waist. At this she kissed his cheek and pulled back to see him,
"Thank you, Ephram," she smiled and took his hand to guide him inside. "You're dressed so nicely, I thought I'd be overdressed," she pointed to herself, "but I see it works just fine," Ephram set the bag of groceries down in his right hand down, and stood behind her, pulling her back closely to him, as they used to stand, both looking in the same direction. She fit the same as she used to, he thought. "Last night . . ." she turned her face to look back at him slightly, as her back was meshed to his chest, "When I fell asleep, I dreamt that you were gone; that none of this was real, other than me being back in Everwood,"
"So you were here and I was gone?" he asked, running his hands lightly over her arms now, "where was I?"
"You . . . your whole family, had left Everwood a few years back, when I was gone – or so my father told me when I asked him about you," she explained, getting chills from his presence.
He moved his lips next to her hear, angling his head to make sure she could hear him, as he spoke barely above a whisper, "why would we have left Everwood?" his soft breath tickled her neck; he knew this.
"No one with your potential," she closed her eyes, fighting her desire to kiss him just then, "would stay in a small place like this forever, even I know that," As he stood behind her, she could feel his heart beating against her back.
"Amy," he whispered to her again, "I'm not leaving, okay? Everwood is my home,"
"Everwood was my home too . . . and I just up and left. It's not really that hard, Ephram, you have no idea . . ." she said, her voice sounding upset and accusing. He spun her around to lock eyes with her. Hurt burned in them; he looked as though someone had just dropkicked his future. "Ephram . . . I didn't mean to shout . . ."
"You act as if I don't know you left . . ." he reminded her solemnly, his eyes unmoved.
She inhaled slowly, "I didn't mean to make it seem like Everwood wasn't good enough for me. Just like I didn't mean to imply that you would up and leave just as easily as I did," she felt the warmth rising in her throat. That meant only one thing; it'd be seconds now, before her first tear fell.
"It was a dream, Amy," his eyes lightened, "I'm not leaving, just like I said. New York may have some things, but they don't have my heart," her tear dropped, "they don't have you," he smiled.
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|"From the very first moment i saw you | |that's when i knew | |all the dreams i held in my heart | |had suddenly come true | |knock me over stone cold sober | |not a thing i could say or do | |'cos baby when im walking with you now | |my eyes are so wide | |like you reached right into my head | |and turned on the light inside | |turning on the light | |inside my mind hey" |
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She let her tears fall freely on him; silently wondering how long it would be before she could hold him without worrying about one of them being gone again. She knew she'd done it the first time, and was most grateful and surprised about how nicely Ephram was dealing with it. "You're here," she said through sobs, running her fingernails up and across his chest, until her cries became uncontrollable and she grabbed the front of his shirt and clenched tightly on to it, squeezing all her emotions out. The whole time, Ephram gently caressed her hair, assuring her that no matter how long it took for her to be comfortable with the two of them again, he'd wait – he'd be there the whole time. She began running out of tears it seemed, after half an hour. Bending down slightly, he lifted her in his arms and carried her to the couch. There he sat down, and held her on his lap, her tears staining his neck.
"Sweetheart," he said finally, after he'd been silent for about 10 minutes. She looked up with a smile, her face so reddened and sad. He took her damp hand and kissed it lightly before wrapping his arms, now intertwined with hers, around her waist again as they sat.
It was getting dark outside now, as the two sat in the living room. Only the streetlight shone in on them, a strip of light sat over her eyes, formed by the shadow of the blinds. "I wish I could hold you like this forever," he said kissing the top of her head.
"Sounds like a no-fail plan," she said starting to tickle him. He laughed, swatting away her hand.
"There is one problem," he said through laughs.
"And what's that?" she said, a look of mirth on her face, still tickling him.
"The food," he gasped, "dinner," he laughed. She stopped tickling him now.
"You think it's spoiled?" she asked sadly.
"No, it's still good, but we should probably make it now," he said, and reluctantly slid off the couch. Todd would have been very disappointed in his roommate – he'd been there two hours and still hadn't kissed her. It wasn't always about kissing with Ephram and Amy – they had an emotional connection as well.
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"come on baby its all right
sunday monday day or night
written blue on white its plain to see
Be Mine Be Mine
that rainy shiny night or day
what's the difference anyway
honey till your heart belongs to me"
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Amy stood up, straightening her dress, which was now wrinkled from snuggling up to Ephram. Ephram worked diligently in the kitchen to make the dinner perfect. "Amy?" he asked, wanting her to come in the kitchen, "do you have a big pot I could use?" she smiled at his sweetness and handed him one from the cupboard.
"You making spaghetti?" she asked smiling, "I love spaghetti,"
"Well, I was going to make meatballs too . . . but I guess the meat sat out too long . . ." he looked with frustration at the package, tossing it aside.
"We have meat we can use here," she took some out of the freezer, "it just has to thaw a little while . . . um, lets microwave it okay?"
Had a third person been watching all of this transpire, he or she would've sworn they were married. They worked together so nicely, preparing their first dinner together since her return.
Ephram turned to Amy as he stirred the noodles in the pot; a smile lit his eyes. "Amy," he slightly chuckled, "you have um," he took his hand to her hair, "breadcrumbs . . ." his face contorted as he tried to get them out, causing her to think there were way more in her hair than there were.
"Oh my god!" she blushed, and tried running to the bathroom, "is it that bad?" he laughed.
"No," he still tried pulling some out, "I'm just not sure how they got there, that's all . . . guys don't really get things in our hair . . ." He stopped her from running, "I'll get them out, don't worry,"
He was taking an insurmountably long time, Amy thought. After about five minutes she became impatient, "isn't your arm sore or something," she rolled her eyes.
"This is fun!" he said moving his hand through her hair.
"There can't possibly be anymore, Ephram," she said seriously, a smile spreading across his lips.
"Oh, there aren't," he laughed, and she swatted him, "I just like your hair," her cheeks flushed, "it's different . . . it isn't just shorter, there's something else . . ."
"Um, there are some lowlights in it . . ." she said biting her lip, and it's layered . . ." she offered up.
"I like it, a lot," he smiled. She took his hand down from her hair and it instinctively moved to her hip. She put her right hand up to his face, half on his neck, half on his cheek, and lightly moved to kiss him. He embraced her, as they stood in the kitchen next to the stove, kissing as if they'd been apart for 50 years instead of 4.
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if i had some influence girl
with the powers that be
i'd have them fire that arrow at you
like they fired it right at me
and maybe when your heart and soul
are burning you might see
that everytime im talking with you
its always over too soon
that everyday feels so incomplete
till you walk into the room
say the word now girl ill
jump that moon hey"
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Holding him felt right. After about six minutes of intensity, Amy had turned and unconsciously turned Ephram so his back was against the stove. They were so caught up in the moment that they didn't notice the pot boiling over . . . until it began soaking into Ephram's pants.
"Shit!" he shouted, jumping away, Amy gasped, as she saw the spaghetti flowing over the side of the pot.
"Are you burned?" she asked. That was a stupid question. He looked at her with panic in his face.
"Take them off!" she screamed moving her hand in a circular motion, implying that he should hurry up. He raised his eyebrows in confusion, "What are you DOING?! Ephram, get them off right now! Having that against your skin when it's burnt isn't going to make it feel better!" she was very adamant. He did as she instructed, and before long, he stood in his boxers as she inspected the skin on the small of his back.
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|"come on baby its ok | |rainy shiny night or day | |theres nothing in the way now | |dont you see | |Be Mine Be Mine | |winter summer day or night | |centigrade or fahrenheit | |baby till your heart belongs to me | |Be Mine Be Mine | |thursday friday short or long | |when you got a love so strong | |how can it be wrong now mercy me | |Be Mine Be Mine | |jumpin jesus holy cow | |whats the difference anyhow | |baby till your heart belongs to me" | | | | |
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"I swear Ephram," she said sternly, as if she was a mother scolding a small child. He laughed at this, and smiled – he hoped that one day she'd talk to THEIR kids in this way. "Every time you're here now, you get hurt,"
"Sorry, mom," he said jokingly, but cringed when she touched his back. Amy was cognizant that those two words were a huge step for Ephram – being able to talk about a mother other than his was always impossible, even to joke about. She smiled at him and promised to make it as painless as possible.
"It's not serious," she assured him happily, "but we should be more careful," she pulled his shirt back down over the burn, "It was my fault, I'm sorry," she kissed his lips quickly.
"Um," he said, his tone suggesting embarrassment, "I need pants," Amy blushed and looked down.
"No you don't," she said suggestively. She began kissing him again with all her might, but he pulled away and shook his head,
"Yes," he said seriously, "I do,"
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"My heart is on fire
My heart is on fire
My heart is on fire
My heart is on fire
My heart is on fire
My heart is on fire
My heart is on fire
My heart is on fire"