Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Everwood characters, they are the property of Greg Berlanti. I own the original characters.
His fingers were so slippery with sweat, he couldn't even dial the phone– he had to dial it 7 times before he punched in the right number. It was ringing. 1 time. 2 times. 3 times. 4 ti–
"Hello?", a grungy voice answered.
"Uh... um... aba... uh... un..." was what Ephram answered.
"Hello?" The voice said even louder.
"Uh, uh, is, uh, Brittany there?" he finally asked through incessant babbling.
"Hold on. Who is this?"
"It's Ephram. Ephram Brown."
"Oh, listen, I know your type–" he was cut off. "Daddy!" an annoyed voice answered in the background, "Please give me the phone before you embarrass me."
"Ok, Brittany, sorry Pudding."
"It's okay, Daddy." he heard; this time, nice.
"Hello?" a relieved Brittany answered.
"Hey, Brittany, it's Ephram."
"Oh! Hey!" he heard another voice in the background "Hank! I told you not to let that slut talk to any boys! She just got over that Jimmy kid and I don't want her getting knocked-up again!"
"Mother!" Brittany's, now sharp and aggravated, voice said, "Please stop it!"
"I guess you're going to be going out on a date with him, huh?" now Ephram noticed the voice was slurred and shaky.
"Hold on." Brittany's voice told him.
"Oh, okay, yeah, sure." and he hung up. He couldn't take it. He just couldn't-- he'd go talk to Sara and Dan later. Her mom was a drunk, her dad was her boss at the market, and she was obviously a normal girl living with a messed-up family.
(Sorry it took so long for another chapter; I've been really busy with the school paper and work and stuff. Hope you liked it! Review! Thanks for the last review, Cameron123!).