Chapter 1
Author's Note: Hello again! First off, I just wanna thank everyone so much for their comments. And that was only the prologue! I only hope you guys continue to enjoy the story as more chapters get posted. Speaking of… I apologize for taking so long with updating; lack of internet stood in the way of updating. This actually was a blessing in disguise because it gave me time to go back and rewrite some parts, hopefully bettering it, and making some much needed corrections. Please chime in with your thoughts, I love reading them and sometimes, they give me ideas. Now onto the chapter… (I apologize in advance for the shortness of this chapter.)
Thirteen months later…
Ephram Brown sat in what used to be the garage before his father decided to turn it into a soundproof studio, in order to help him practice; his attention focused on nothing but the keys on the piano and the sound of the notes he played which filled the room. Not that he no longer needed to practice for hours on end as he had done that entire year; since he graduated from Peak County High two months beforehand, and got his acceptance letter in from Julliard, his worries had quickly faded. He was in. Everything was beginning to fall into place all around him; Amy had been accepted into a college in New York as well; best part was that they wouldn't be too far apart from one another.
They had even discussed the subject of sharing an apartment or something together. A topic they were still waiting to bring up to their parents…
He sighed, decided he needed a break. He got up from his computer chair and stretched his limbs before plopping down on the oh-so-very comfy couch his dad had put in there for him, folding his hands behind his head.
He sighed as he cast a glance over at the keyboard that was hooked up to the computer; it was sitting there, practically calling his name. He pictured the summer following his high school graduation to be more… exciting. Most kids planned a road trip amongst friends, or partied it out all summer. Not Ephram. Not in Everwood at least. Maybe if he was still in New York…
Pushing those thoughts aside, knowing it wouldn't do him any good dwelling on what he could be doing, Ephram decided to head inside and grab something to eat…and to see what they were up to inside. Maybe he could even talk Delia and his father into a round of Scrabble or Monopoly…
"Man this sucks," Bright Abbott said as he entered the living room, where Amy and her best friend, his girlfriend, Hannah were sitting together on the couch, enjoying an annual 'girls night only' event they created after realizing they needed to make time for one another as their toenail polish dried. Both girls cast him a look only reserved for when he was being annoying.
"I'm sorry, but there's absolutely nothing to do in this town." He walked further into the living room, over to the couch where he plopped down beside the two girls.
Amy looked at him. "And your just discovering this?" Bright sighed dramatically as he leaned back into the couch.
"Aww, poor baby," Hannah said, resting her head on his shoulder. "Your more than welcome to sit with us and watch the movie we picked up." Bright looked over at the TV, which was currently playing some chick flick he had never seen before. Nor was he interested in seeing. He made a face as he averted his gaze from the movie.
"No thanks," he said simply, although he continued to sit there, happy for the time being to be in the company of his girlfriend's presence even though a large part of him was going nuts from the lack of things to do.
"What's Ephram doing tonight? You guys should go have a boys night out," Amy suggested, taking her gaze off from their movie. Girls night just wasn't the same when your older brother was in the same room as you while your best friend began to cuddle with him…
"I don't know. Probably locked up in his garage playing that damn piano of his," he grumbled. "I swear, if he's not busy playing that thing, he's wrapped up in things concerning only you." He looked over at his sister.
"Don't look at me. It's not like you don't have plenty to do at your apartment; you just choose to not do things," Amy said back.
"Maybe you should call Ephram and see if he wants to help you do things around the apartment that needs done?" Hannah suggested, looking up at Bright.
He looked at her as if she had grown another head. "I think I'll go call Ephram. See if he wants to play ball." He bent down and kissed Hannah on the lips.
"See ya later," he said as he got up from the couch and disappeared out of the room.
"Finally, I thought he'd never leave," Amy mumbled, turning the television back up.
"Boys," Hannah said simply as the two girls resumed their evening.