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college student.
Chapter 10 uses "Try" by Nelly Furtado
Chapter 10 - Try
Tommy should've known better than to show up at Katie's door at 11 p.m. that night. With two children asleep and one half-dead mommy, the chances of him being welcome were slim to none. Yet there he was, half asleep himself. He knocked on the door three times before a pajama clad Katie showed up.
"I'm sorry," he said immediately, contorting his face out of embarrassment, "I know its late, and I'm taking the chance of waking them . . . but my conference ended early so I thought I'd pick up Micah. I expected to get here a lot faster, but there was insane traffic, and . . ." she sighed, and opened the door for him to come in.
"Tom . . . it's fine," she shut the door behind him, "we're all just a little tired," she said sitting down on her couch and inviting him to sit next to her.
"Micah's got a lot of energy," he smiled, "I wish I had half of his energy,"
"He's adorable," she smiled, staring to wake up. "He seemed okay a little while after you left, we had some errands to run, we went for ice cream. They both fell asleep at 8,"
"I'll just come back tomorrow then, I don't want to wake him" he stood up, "I'm surprised he fell asleep so nicely, he usually has problems sleeping when it's not his own bed." He walked over and put a hand on Katie's left shoulder, "You're great with him,"
Silence fell between these two young parents, only to be interrupted by the pitter patter of Micah's small feet, running up to his father, "Dad! You're back already!"
"Yeah, I got out a little early," he smiled, "Did you have fun with Katie?"
"Yes, but can we go home?" he asked, "I want to hang out with Alvin,"
"Sure we can," he lightly rubbed his son's head, "Thank you," he ran his hand down the woman's arm, "Katie,"
"You can call me Kate . . ." she finally corrected him, "I want to sound more like a mom,"
"Kate, then," he said nodding.
"You'll never guess who we saw, Dad!" he screamed, and a sleepy McKenzie followed closely from behind, rubbing her eyes,
"Shut up, Micah," she said nastily and walked over to her mom.
"You can tell me all about it in the car on the way home," Tommy said opening the door for Micah. But Micah didn't wait til they were in the car. The second they were on the front porch he told his father,
"It was AMY!" he said dancing around, "she's here!" Tommy stopped and stared at his son,
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"All I know
Is everything is not as it's sold
but the more I grow the less I know
And I have lived so many lives
Though I'm not old
And the more I see, the less I grow
The fewer the seeds the more I sow"
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"I told you never to joke about that," he said firmly. Amy had done quite a number when she left without saying goodbye. They were supposed to be best friends, yet she up and left; she wasn't there when his father killed himself; wasn't there for the funeral, or to tell him everything was going to be okay. Yes, he'd promised to be out of her life for good, so she and Ephram could be happy without having to worry about him. Amy was a ghost from his past – the last bit he held on to before he and Micah moved on with their lives, as promised.
"I'm not joking," Micah said seriously, "she's home," he smiled.
"Come on, let's go home," he said ignoring everything his son had brought up.
"Why are you mad? She's back, she's going to be with us again, just like before,"
"You remember when she was with us?" he asked his son, knowing better.
"No . . . but the stories you've told me . . . the GOOD stories," he reminded his father. "But now you say there's nothing good about Amy,"
"I'm glad you saw her then," he said as they fastened their seatbelts at the same moment, "maybe next time you go to Kate's you'll see her again,"
"Let's call her," he said, beaming. Micah didn't REMEMBER being with Amy, but he did remember how good she made him feel. He had wanted her to be his mother, things like that don't just fade. Amy had entered his life at a moment when he needed her the most. She had made his father happy again – even if she'd broken his heart later.
"We'll see," he said. Micah gave up trying, he figured he'd ask again in a few days.
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"Then I see you standing there
Wanting more from me
And all I can do is try
Then I see you standing there
Wanting more from me
And all I can do is try"
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"These pants fit surprisingly well," Ephram said looking at the pair of Bright's jeans Amy had lent him. "They're a bit casual for my shirt," he laughed, "but maybe I'm starting a new trend. Are you sure he won't care?"
"Oh please," Amy rolled her eyes, "He borrowed half of your belongings when you were away at school," she reminded him. "He won't even notice if one pair of pants is missing," Amy kissed him quickly.
"Amy . . .?" Ephram said, noticing the ravenous spark in her eyes, "we need to talk,"
"We've been talking a lot," she said throwing her arms around his neck but he slid out. She frowned.
"This is what we need to talk about," he said smiling, "every three seconds I have to fight you off from jumping me," she blushed, "Have your . . . policies changed?" he asked, trying to find the right words.
"Policies?" she said, the color in her cheeks flaming now, "you mean, the pre-marital sex thing?" she said bluntly.
"Mostly," he looked at her with sincerity, "yes," he sat down on the couch and took her hand in his, lowering her to sit as well.
"I'm . . . I won't lie to you," she shook her head and looked away. "They MAY have," she didn't know how to tell him.
"MAY?" he asked, his voice shaking.
"I . . . don't remember," she said embarrassed. Ephram didn't understand.
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"I wish I hadn't seen all of the realness
And all the real people are really not real at all
The more I learn the more I cry
As I say goodbye to the way of life
I thought I had designed for me
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"How can you not remember? Did you sleep with a guy or not?" he asked, hurt in his voice.
"I . . . I got drunk at this party at school . . . I woke up the next day in someone's bed . . . it wasn't rape." she said quickly. "I remember going into the bed with him . . . I was a little wasted . . . if anything happened I was partially responsible for it." A tear formed in her right eye, followed closely by one in her left. Ephram stared in shock. "He was gone the next day, I never found out,"
"Oh my god . . ." he said, putting his hands in his face, "how do you live without knowing?" he scrunched up his face.
"I just do," she said sadly, shaking her head, "So in a way, I guess my policies have changed . . . because they would've changed for that guy. I don't know what happened, Ephram . . ." she said, worried that he would be angry.
"So you and I . . ." he began. She looked at him sadly,
"I just figured that if I had already lost my virginity to someone, it would be okay for me to sleep with you. I'm not a whore, am I?" she asked nervously. He got up and walked a few feet away.
"No," he said seriously, "you're not a whore, Amy. But you didn't want to lose your virginity to him – the way you're making it sound. Or am I wrong?"
"No, you're right. If I was sober, I wouldn't have gotten in bed with him . . . I wouldn't have to wonder everyday if I was still a virgin,"
"Then our promise still stands," he took her hand in his, "As far as I'm concerned, you are still a virgin to me. I won't mess that up until we get married," Amy's heart pounded in her chest. He was so sweet. The threw her arms around him and kissed him gently,
"My heart's always been in Everwood, Ephram," she squeezed him more tightly, "no matter where I was,"
"I've waited for you too – somehow I knew you'd come back to me,"
"You never . . .?" she started, forcing the image of Ephram sleeping with another girl out of her mind.
"No," he said honestly, "I didn't dare," he smiled and touched her nose.
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"Then I see you standing there
Wanting more from me
And all I can do is try
Then I see you standing there
I'm all I'll ever be
But all I can do is try
Try"
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"Night, Micah," he said, shutting off his son's bedroom light.
"Dad?" he asked before Tommy left the room.
"Amy didn't mean to hurt you," he said sadly, "she'd never do that," Tommy thought about his son's words for a few moments. For a seven-year- old, he certainly made a lot of sense sometimes.
"I love you, kid," he said walking out of the room. Thomas Callahan had his own reasons for not seeing Amy again; the expanded far broader than Micah or anyone else could know. He wasn't about to reenter her life as if it was not big deal. Tommy's life was a big deal – things had changed, and he wasn't ready for anyone to know – not his mother, his son, and especially not his once best friend. He wouldn't involve her in something that would only break her heart once more.
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"All of the moments that already passed
We'll try to go back and make them last
All of the things we want each other to be
We never will be
And that's wonderful, and that's life
And that's you, baby
This is me, baby
And we are, we are, we are, we are
Free
In our love
We are free in our love"
Chapter 10 uses "Try" by Nelly Furtado
Chapter 10 - Try
Tommy should've known better than to show up at Katie's door at 11 p.m. that night. With two children asleep and one half-dead mommy, the chances of him being welcome were slim to none. Yet there he was, half asleep himself. He knocked on the door three times before a pajama clad Katie showed up.
"I'm sorry," he said immediately, contorting his face out of embarrassment, "I know its late, and I'm taking the chance of waking them . . . but my conference ended early so I thought I'd pick up Micah. I expected to get here a lot faster, but there was insane traffic, and . . ." she sighed, and opened the door for him to come in.
"Tom . . . it's fine," she shut the door behind him, "we're all just a little tired," she said sitting down on her couch and inviting him to sit next to her.
"Micah's got a lot of energy," he smiled, "I wish I had half of his energy,"
"He's adorable," she smiled, staring to wake up. "He seemed okay a little while after you left, we had some errands to run, we went for ice cream. They both fell asleep at 8,"
"I'll just come back tomorrow then, I don't want to wake him" he stood up, "I'm surprised he fell asleep so nicely, he usually has problems sleeping when it's not his own bed." He walked over and put a hand on Katie's left shoulder, "You're great with him,"
Silence fell between these two young parents, only to be interrupted by the pitter patter of Micah's small feet, running up to his father, "Dad! You're back already!"
"Yeah, I got out a little early," he smiled, "Did you have fun with Katie?"
"Yes, but can we go home?" he asked, "I want to hang out with Alvin,"
"Sure we can," he lightly rubbed his son's head, "Thank you," he ran his hand down the woman's arm, "Katie,"
"You can call me Kate . . ." she finally corrected him, "I want to sound more like a mom,"
"Kate, then," he said nodding.
"You'll never guess who we saw, Dad!" he screamed, and a sleepy McKenzie followed closely from behind, rubbing her eyes,
"Shut up, Micah," she said nastily and walked over to her mom.
"You can tell me all about it in the car on the way home," Tommy said opening the door for Micah. But Micah didn't wait til they were in the car. The second they were on the front porch he told his father,
"It was AMY!" he said dancing around, "she's here!" Tommy stopped and stared at his son,
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"All I know
Is everything is not as it's sold
but the more I grow the less I know
And I have lived so many lives
Though I'm not old
And the more I see, the less I grow
The fewer the seeds the more I sow"
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"I told you never to joke about that," he said firmly. Amy had done quite a number when she left without saying goodbye. They were supposed to be best friends, yet she up and left; she wasn't there when his father killed himself; wasn't there for the funeral, or to tell him everything was going to be okay. Yes, he'd promised to be out of her life for good, so she and Ephram could be happy without having to worry about him. Amy was a ghost from his past – the last bit he held on to before he and Micah moved on with their lives, as promised.
"I'm not joking," Micah said seriously, "she's home," he smiled.
"Come on, let's go home," he said ignoring everything his son had brought up.
"Why are you mad? She's back, she's going to be with us again, just like before,"
"You remember when she was with us?" he asked his son, knowing better.
"No . . . but the stories you've told me . . . the GOOD stories," he reminded his father. "But now you say there's nothing good about Amy,"
"I'm glad you saw her then," he said as they fastened their seatbelts at the same moment, "maybe next time you go to Kate's you'll see her again,"
"Let's call her," he said, beaming. Micah didn't REMEMBER being with Amy, but he did remember how good she made him feel. He had wanted her to be his mother, things like that don't just fade. Amy had entered his life at a moment when he needed her the most. She had made his father happy again – even if she'd broken his heart later.
"We'll see," he said. Micah gave up trying, he figured he'd ask again in a few days.
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"Then I see you standing there
Wanting more from me
And all I can do is try
Then I see you standing there
Wanting more from me
And all I can do is try"
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"These pants fit surprisingly well," Ephram said looking at the pair of Bright's jeans Amy had lent him. "They're a bit casual for my shirt," he laughed, "but maybe I'm starting a new trend. Are you sure he won't care?"
"Oh please," Amy rolled her eyes, "He borrowed half of your belongings when you were away at school," she reminded him. "He won't even notice if one pair of pants is missing," Amy kissed him quickly.
"Amy . . .?" Ephram said, noticing the ravenous spark in her eyes, "we need to talk,"
"We've been talking a lot," she said throwing her arms around his neck but he slid out. She frowned.
"This is what we need to talk about," he said smiling, "every three seconds I have to fight you off from jumping me," she blushed, "Have your . . . policies changed?" he asked, trying to find the right words.
"Policies?" she said, the color in her cheeks flaming now, "you mean, the pre-marital sex thing?" she said bluntly.
"Mostly," he looked at her with sincerity, "yes," he sat down on the couch and took her hand in his, lowering her to sit as well.
"I'm . . . I won't lie to you," she shook her head and looked away. "They MAY have," she didn't know how to tell him.
"MAY?" he asked, his voice shaking.
"I . . . don't remember," she said embarrassed. Ephram didn't understand.
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"I wish I hadn't seen all of the realness
And all the real people are really not real at all
The more I learn the more I cry
As I say goodbye to the way of life
I thought I had designed for me
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"How can you not remember? Did you sleep with a guy or not?" he asked, hurt in his voice.
"I . . . I got drunk at this party at school . . . I woke up the next day in someone's bed . . . it wasn't rape." she said quickly. "I remember going into the bed with him . . . I was a little wasted . . . if anything happened I was partially responsible for it." A tear formed in her right eye, followed closely by one in her left. Ephram stared in shock. "He was gone the next day, I never found out,"
"Oh my god . . ." he said, putting his hands in his face, "how do you live without knowing?" he scrunched up his face.
"I just do," she said sadly, shaking her head, "So in a way, I guess my policies have changed . . . because they would've changed for that guy. I don't know what happened, Ephram . . ." she said, worried that he would be angry.
"So you and I . . ." he began. She looked at him sadly,
"I just figured that if I had already lost my virginity to someone, it would be okay for me to sleep with you. I'm not a whore, am I?" she asked nervously. He got up and walked a few feet away.
"No," he said seriously, "you're not a whore, Amy. But you didn't want to lose your virginity to him – the way you're making it sound. Or am I wrong?"
"No, you're right. If I was sober, I wouldn't have gotten in bed with him . . . I wouldn't have to wonder everyday if I was still a virgin,"
"Then our promise still stands," he took her hand in his, "As far as I'm concerned, you are still a virgin to me. I won't mess that up until we get married," Amy's heart pounded in her chest. He was so sweet. The threw her arms around him and kissed him gently,
"My heart's always been in Everwood, Ephram," she squeezed him more tightly, "no matter where I was,"
"I've waited for you too – somehow I knew you'd come back to me,"
"You never . . .?" she started, forcing the image of Ephram sleeping with another girl out of her mind.
"No," he said honestly, "I didn't dare," he smiled and touched her nose.
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"Then I see you standing there
Wanting more from me
And all I can do is try
Then I see you standing there
I'm all I'll ever be
But all I can do is try
Try"
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"Night, Micah," he said, shutting off his son's bedroom light.
"Dad?" he asked before Tommy left the room.
"Amy didn't mean to hurt you," he said sadly, "she'd never do that," Tommy thought about his son's words for a few moments. For a seven-year- old, he certainly made a lot of sense sometimes.
"I love you, kid," he said walking out of the room. Thomas Callahan had his own reasons for not seeing Amy again; the expanded far broader than Micah or anyone else could know. He wasn't about to reenter her life as if it was not big deal. Tommy's life was a big deal – things had changed, and he wasn't ready for anyone to know – not his mother, his son, and especially not his once best friend. He wouldn't involve her in something that would only break her heart once more.
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"All of the moments that already passed
We'll try to go back and make them last
All of the things we want each other to be
We never will be
And that's wonderful, and that's life
And that's you, baby
This is me, baby
And we are, we are, we are, we are
Free
In our love
We are free in our love"