Disclaimer: I don't own Everwood, the town, or its characters. I'm just a
college student,
A/N: Hey guys, hope you didn't lose hope. Sorry it took so long....school has been taking over my life. It may be awhile til my next update, but I haven't abandoned this story or you. If you've stuck around, thanks. Review and let me know what you think about this chapter, please.
Chapter 11 uses "falls on me," by Fuel
Chapter 11: Falls on Me
Amy lifted her head the next morning; it had been resting on Ephram's chest. They had fallen asleep on the couch, her arms snuggly around his torso, pulling in his scent and warmth. The night before he'd learned of the past Amy had developed in the four years she was away from him, and he'd do anything to make sure that her future wasn't nearly as full of awkwardness.
She yawned, letting a little air escape her, then smiled as she saw Ephram's sleepy eyes peeking open. If it weren't for the sun, she was sure they'd both still be asleep.
"Morning," she said as he kissed the top of her head. She hadn't felt something so wonderful as waking up near Ephram in such a long time – it was bliss.
"Good morning," he stretched his arms out and let them fall around her shoulders, "that was just about the best sleep I've ever had," he winked, "and wouldn't you know? We were on a couch," she laughed.
"My Dad and Bright get home tonight," she closed her eyes, wishing she could fall back asleep, "I told him I would restock some groceries before they came home,"
"So there's grocery shopping ahead of us," he said rubbing his hands together, making her laugh.
"Why do you sound so excited?" she raised an eyebrow. Ephram knew why his voice had perked up at the mention of shopping – it was like he and Amy were a family now. They'd spent the night, curled up tightly in each other's arms on her couch, woke up to the brilliant sun, and now they had chores to do.
"I don't know," he smiled, she knew he was lying, and so he continued, "it just makes this all a little more real, you know?"
"But it IS real, Ephram," she said nuzzling her head in his neck, "you and I and Everwood," she whispered with obvious peace.
"I just want it to stay real, Amy," he exhaled. Just then she realized that she hadn't yet told him her plans to attened Juilliard. She sat up quickly, but his hand slid up her arm and onto her elbow, begging her to stay near him, "what's wrong?"
"Nothing is," she smiled, "I just think we should get a start on the shopping," she wasn't sure what was taking her so long to tell him. Was she afraid?
"I can tell you're lying to me," he stared intently into her eyes – not angrily, but with depth. She tried to look away, but his eyes held such a powerful hold on her, "we never lie, Amy," he finished, kissing her lips softly. She melted.
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"You see me hanging round
starting to swear about this black hole of a dark field
and silently within hands touchin skin sharp
breaks my disease and i can breath
and all of your ways
all you dream falls on me
it falls on me
and your beautiful sky
the light you breath
falls on me
it falls on me ahha"
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"It's just," she began, courage fading in and out with every thought. "I haven't told you what is all going on in my life yet," she bit her lip, but he touched it and she released her teeth. Again, he swiftly brushed his lips to hers; they were dry, aching for each other. He pulled away, asking again, "what's wrong?"
"I'm not going back to Colorado this fall," she closed her eyes, "the pre-med thing isn't working out for me," he looked alarmed. He instantly figured this meant she was dropping out of school.
"Amy, you're a wonderful student, you stitched me up just fine," he pointed and smiled sadly.
"I know," she returned the smile, but with happiness, "but I've switched majors. What I want they don't have in Colorado – at least not the extensive program I want," her words sped up, and a confused look spread across his face as he worked to comprehend. "So, I'm going to Juilliard this fall – for ballet," she stopped and closed her eyes, wanting an response so she could breathe again. He said nothing. With her eyes closed, she sat calmly on the verge of tears, wishing he'd say a word, he'd say anything . . .
Instead he pulled her into a kiss so deep she thought she'd never breathe again. Wrapped gently in his embrace, it was as if she could feel their future starting then and there. "I love you," he gasped, pulling her into a kiss again. She barely had time to say her 'I love you' back when the phone rang. Frustrated, she rose from the couch and lifted the receiver.
"Amy?" Bright asked, not even waiting for her to say "hello,"
"Yeah?" she worked to get the words out, so out of breath from her moment with Ephram.
"Dad wants to know if you can run a package to the post office before noon," Amy rolled her eyes.
"Sure," she said, "you guys still coming home tonight?" she asked, hoping their plans had changed. They hadn't. Hanging up the phone, she grabbed his jacket and looked at Ephram,
"Am I supposed to leave?" he teased, walking over to her and slinking his wrists around her waist. Though he had loved her long, layered hair, this new, short style worked nicely too – he didn't have to accidentally kiss her hair instead of her ear. She smiled but knew she had to go,
"I have to run to the post office, and I have," she looked at her watch, "an hour to get there," she frowned, "but you can come,"
"I'd love to," he smiled, but soon his lip turned downward, "but I promised Delia I'd be there to save her from my roommate. Sounds like an excuse, really, I know. But it's not – I didn't even expect to stay overnight here yesterday,"
Amy beamed. She didn't mind, she liked when Ephram had family responsibility, "go take care of your family. You're away from them over half of the year," she pushed him lightly, but pulled him back to give him a quick kiss, "I love you,"
"I love you too," he said putting on his coat and walking to his car.
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"i feel like a pain
it draws me in again
sqaushes all my worst of me
darkness in my veins
I never could explain
and i wonder if you have ever seen
and still believe
and all of your ways
and all that you dream
falls on me
it falls on me
and your beautiful sky
the light you breath
falls on me
it falls on me"
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The post office, while small in size and in capacity, was always a means of socializing for the town of Everwood. You never know someone until you see who gets packages and who doesn't. Being only a few moments away, Amy felt it would be good for her to walk. It was summer now, but there was still enough of a breeze that she needed her light coat. Opening the familiar wooden door, she reentered a world she hadn't been in for so long. A smiling face at the counter immediately greeted her,
"Well Amy Abbott," the old man said smiling, "hasn't it been an awfully long time?"
"Yes, Mr. Parker, but I'm back," she held up a package, "and I have this to send for my dad," the old man took the package from her carefully,
"We sure did miss your smile in here, Ms. Abbott, good to see you're home again," and she paid the postage and turned toward the door. Not looking directly up, and fiddling with her purse, she nearly ran into the man who was entering at that moment,
"Oh, I'm sorry . . ." she said embarrassed, her face red, "Tommy," she swallowed. It WAS Thomas Callahan – thick eyebrows, brown hair and all. And partnered next to him was Micah, beaming. She practically fell into a stutter. Imagine the shock.
"Amy!" Micah said, hugging her now. She bent down so the small boy could put his arms around her neck. "I knew it was you!" She remembered the boy's familiar scent of shampoo. Tommy looked down all the while, unsure of what to say or do.
"Hello, Amy," he cleared his throat in nervousness, his gaze shifting from side to side. Amy had withdrawn from Micah now, and her gaze finally met his, "You're home," he lifted and lowered himself on his toes – much like a nervous boy. He knew this, and felt silly, but after all, this WAS Amy Abbott.
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"am I that strong
to carry on
have i changed your life
have i changed my world
could you save me ahhhhha
and all of your ways
all you dream
falls on me
it falls on me
and you beautiful sky
the light you breath
falls on me
it falls on me"
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"I am home," she said nodding, "and this is still your home too, I see," their conversation so shallow, so without meaning.
"We just couldn't leave Everwood," Tommy said, rubbing the top of Micah's hair, making it go in every which way.
Tommy surveyed Amy now as the moments passed slowly. Her hair – shorter, and a different color – but still beautiful. Her eyes, that same chocolate brown that made him forget everything . . . things were the same as when she left; though he knew there wasn't any way that she was the same on the inside as she was when she was only 16.
"Do you, want to go for coffee?" He asked nervously. Amy pondered this for a second, not knowing what was the best decision. He'd said, long ago, he'd stay out of her life – but a friend like Tommy wasn't easy to find. Maybe things had changed – he'd said they had, he said he'd let her and Ephram be.
"Um," she hesitated, "sure, why not?" she smiled.
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"and all of your ways
all you dream falls on me
it falls on me
and your beautiful sky
the light you breath
falls on me
it falls on me
ahhhhaha yea ahhhah yea"
A/N: Hey guys, hope you didn't lose hope. Sorry it took so long....school has been taking over my life. It may be awhile til my next update, but I haven't abandoned this story or you. If you've stuck around, thanks. Review and let me know what you think about this chapter, please.
Chapter 11 uses "falls on me," by Fuel
Chapter 11: Falls on Me
Amy lifted her head the next morning; it had been resting on Ephram's chest. They had fallen asleep on the couch, her arms snuggly around his torso, pulling in his scent and warmth. The night before he'd learned of the past Amy had developed in the four years she was away from him, and he'd do anything to make sure that her future wasn't nearly as full of awkwardness.
She yawned, letting a little air escape her, then smiled as she saw Ephram's sleepy eyes peeking open. If it weren't for the sun, she was sure they'd both still be asleep.
"Morning," she said as he kissed the top of her head. She hadn't felt something so wonderful as waking up near Ephram in such a long time – it was bliss.
"Good morning," he stretched his arms out and let them fall around her shoulders, "that was just about the best sleep I've ever had," he winked, "and wouldn't you know? We were on a couch," she laughed.
"My Dad and Bright get home tonight," she closed her eyes, wishing she could fall back asleep, "I told him I would restock some groceries before they came home,"
"So there's grocery shopping ahead of us," he said rubbing his hands together, making her laugh.
"Why do you sound so excited?" she raised an eyebrow. Ephram knew why his voice had perked up at the mention of shopping – it was like he and Amy were a family now. They'd spent the night, curled up tightly in each other's arms on her couch, woke up to the brilliant sun, and now they had chores to do.
"I don't know," he smiled, she knew he was lying, and so he continued, "it just makes this all a little more real, you know?"
"But it IS real, Ephram," she said nuzzling her head in his neck, "you and I and Everwood," she whispered with obvious peace.
"I just want it to stay real, Amy," he exhaled. Just then she realized that she hadn't yet told him her plans to attened Juilliard. She sat up quickly, but his hand slid up her arm and onto her elbow, begging her to stay near him, "what's wrong?"
"Nothing is," she smiled, "I just think we should get a start on the shopping," she wasn't sure what was taking her so long to tell him. Was she afraid?
"I can tell you're lying to me," he stared intently into her eyes – not angrily, but with depth. She tried to look away, but his eyes held such a powerful hold on her, "we never lie, Amy," he finished, kissing her lips softly. She melted.
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"You see me hanging round
starting to swear about this black hole of a dark field
and silently within hands touchin skin sharp
breaks my disease and i can breath
and all of your ways
all you dream falls on me
it falls on me
and your beautiful sky
the light you breath
falls on me
it falls on me ahha"
```````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````` `````````
"It's just," she began, courage fading in and out with every thought. "I haven't told you what is all going on in my life yet," she bit her lip, but he touched it and she released her teeth. Again, he swiftly brushed his lips to hers; they were dry, aching for each other. He pulled away, asking again, "what's wrong?"
"I'm not going back to Colorado this fall," she closed her eyes, "the pre-med thing isn't working out for me," he looked alarmed. He instantly figured this meant she was dropping out of school.
"Amy, you're a wonderful student, you stitched me up just fine," he pointed and smiled sadly.
"I know," she returned the smile, but with happiness, "but I've switched majors. What I want they don't have in Colorado – at least not the extensive program I want," her words sped up, and a confused look spread across his face as he worked to comprehend. "So, I'm going to Juilliard this fall – for ballet," she stopped and closed her eyes, wanting an response so she could breathe again. He said nothing. With her eyes closed, she sat calmly on the verge of tears, wishing he'd say a word, he'd say anything . . .
Instead he pulled her into a kiss so deep she thought she'd never breathe again. Wrapped gently in his embrace, it was as if she could feel their future starting then and there. "I love you," he gasped, pulling her into a kiss again. She barely had time to say her 'I love you' back when the phone rang. Frustrated, she rose from the couch and lifted the receiver.
"Amy?" Bright asked, not even waiting for her to say "hello,"
"Yeah?" she worked to get the words out, so out of breath from her moment with Ephram.
"Dad wants to know if you can run a package to the post office before noon," Amy rolled her eyes.
"Sure," she said, "you guys still coming home tonight?" she asked, hoping their plans had changed. They hadn't. Hanging up the phone, she grabbed his jacket and looked at Ephram,
"Am I supposed to leave?" he teased, walking over to her and slinking his wrists around her waist. Though he had loved her long, layered hair, this new, short style worked nicely too – he didn't have to accidentally kiss her hair instead of her ear. She smiled but knew she had to go,
"I have to run to the post office, and I have," she looked at her watch, "an hour to get there," she frowned, "but you can come,"
"I'd love to," he smiled, but soon his lip turned downward, "but I promised Delia I'd be there to save her from my roommate. Sounds like an excuse, really, I know. But it's not – I didn't even expect to stay overnight here yesterday,"
Amy beamed. She didn't mind, she liked when Ephram had family responsibility, "go take care of your family. You're away from them over half of the year," she pushed him lightly, but pulled him back to give him a quick kiss, "I love you,"
"I love you too," he said putting on his coat and walking to his car.
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"i feel like a pain
it draws me in again
sqaushes all my worst of me
darkness in my veins
I never could explain
and i wonder if you have ever seen
and still believe
and all of your ways
and all that you dream
falls on me
it falls on me
and your beautiful sky
the light you breath
falls on me
it falls on me"
```````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````` `````
The post office, while small in size and in capacity, was always a means of socializing for the town of Everwood. You never know someone until you see who gets packages and who doesn't. Being only a few moments away, Amy felt it would be good for her to walk. It was summer now, but there was still enough of a breeze that she needed her light coat. Opening the familiar wooden door, she reentered a world she hadn't been in for so long. A smiling face at the counter immediately greeted her,
"Well Amy Abbott," the old man said smiling, "hasn't it been an awfully long time?"
"Yes, Mr. Parker, but I'm back," she held up a package, "and I have this to send for my dad," the old man took the package from her carefully,
"We sure did miss your smile in here, Ms. Abbott, good to see you're home again," and she paid the postage and turned toward the door. Not looking directly up, and fiddling with her purse, she nearly ran into the man who was entering at that moment,
"Oh, I'm sorry . . ." she said embarrassed, her face red, "Tommy," she swallowed. It WAS Thomas Callahan – thick eyebrows, brown hair and all. And partnered next to him was Micah, beaming. She practically fell into a stutter. Imagine the shock.
"Amy!" Micah said, hugging her now. She bent down so the small boy could put his arms around her neck. "I knew it was you!" She remembered the boy's familiar scent of shampoo. Tommy looked down all the while, unsure of what to say or do.
"Hello, Amy," he cleared his throat in nervousness, his gaze shifting from side to side. Amy had withdrawn from Micah now, and her gaze finally met his, "You're home," he lifted and lowered himself on his toes – much like a nervous boy. He knew this, and felt silly, but after all, this WAS Amy Abbott.
`````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````
"am I that strong
to carry on
have i changed your life
have i changed my world
could you save me ahhhhha
and all of your ways
all you dream
falls on me
it falls on me
and you beautiful sky
the light you breath
falls on me
it falls on me"
`````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````
"I am home," she said nodding, "and this is still your home too, I see," their conversation so shallow, so without meaning.
"We just couldn't leave Everwood," Tommy said, rubbing the top of Micah's hair, making it go in every which way.
Tommy surveyed Amy now as the moments passed slowly. Her hair – shorter, and a different color – but still beautiful. Her eyes, that same chocolate brown that made him forget everything . . . things were the same as when she left; though he knew there wasn't any way that she was the same on the inside as she was when she was only 16.
"Do you, want to go for coffee?" He asked nervously. Amy pondered this for a second, not knowing what was the best decision. He'd said, long ago, he'd stay out of her life – but a friend like Tommy wasn't easy to find. Maybe things had changed – he'd said they had, he said he'd let her and Ephram be.
"Um," she hesitated, "sure, why not?" she smiled.
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"and all of your ways
all you dream falls on me
it falls on me
and your beautiful sky
the light you breath
falls on me
it falls on me
ahhhhaha yea ahhhah yea"