**Disclaimer- I don't own Everwood, but I wish I did, then Ephram would be
all mine (**
Ephram Brown lay sprawled on his bed reading a comic, when he heard a noise. He looked up to see Amy Abbott tossing pebbles at his bedroom window. He hurried downstairs and opened the door.
"Can I come in?" She asked.
"That's probably not such a great idea. Last time you showed up like this, we fought"
Amy wrapped her arms around Ephram's neck and kissed him.
"I promise this time will be different." Amy said as she stepped inside. "Is your dad home?" She asked, hanging her coat in the closet.
"No, he's out on a house call, and Delia is at Nina's"
"Good"
"Amy? What exactly is going on?"
"I've decided something Ephram. Things will never be the way they were before the accident. The Colin I knew and loved is gone. I finally understand that, and it's time for me to move on. I want you Ephram, I need you."
"Me?" Ephram squeaked
"You and only you" Amy said as she kissed him again, then took his hand and led him upstairs.
The two made their way to Ephram's bedroom where Amy turned off the light and closed the curtains. "Amy? Are you totally sure about this? I mean, have you really thought this through?"
"All I've done lately is think Ephram, and now I'm ready to act" Amy said pulling her shirt up over her head.
"As long as you're sure," Ephram said as he reached out and pulled her close.
Again, she wrapped her arms around his neck, and the two kissed passionately. Amy lay down on the bed, pulling Ephram down with her.
"Amy I-"
*BEEP BEEP BEEP*
Ephram rolled over and hit the snooze button on his alarm clock. He could hear Delia brushing her teeth, and downstairs, he could hear his father making breakfast. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to remember the details of his dream.
Glancing at the clock, he sighed. He was going to be late again.
Throwing back the blankets, Ephram dressed quickly and looked over at his bed ~ This really has to stop ~ he thought. Sighing again, he pulled the still damp and slightly sticky sheets off the bed and put them in a pile in his closet. He'd wash them later, when no one else was home.
Ephram Brown lay sprawled on his bed reading a comic, when he heard a noise. He looked up to see Amy Abbott tossing pebbles at his bedroom window. He hurried downstairs and opened the door.
"Can I come in?" She asked.
"That's probably not such a great idea. Last time you showed up like this, we fought"
Amy wrapped her arms around Ephram's neck and kissed him.
"I promise this time will be different." Amy said as she stepped inside. "Is your dad home?" She asked, hanging her coat in the closet.
"No, he's out on a house call, and Delia is at Nina's"
"Good"
"Amy? What exactly is going on?"
"I've decided something Ephram. Things will never be the way they were before the accident. The Colin I knew and loved is gone. I finally understand that, and it's time for me to move on. I want you Ephram, I need you."
"Me?" Ephram squeaked
"You and only you" Amy said as she kissed him again, then took his hand and led him upstairs.
The two made their way to Ephram's bedroom where Amy turned off the light and closed the curtains. "Amy? Are you totally sure about this? I mean, have you really thought this through?"
"All I've done lately is think Ephram, and now I'm ready to act" Amy said pulling her shirt up over her head.
"As long as you're sure," Ephram said as he reached out and pulled her close.
Again, she wrapped her arms around his neck, and the two kissed passionately. Amy lay down on the bed, pulling Ephram down with her.
"Amy I-"
*BEEP BEEP BEEP*
Ephram rolled over and hit the snooze button on his alarm clock. He could hear Delia brushing her teeth, and downstairs, he could hear his father making breakfast. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to remember the details of his dream.
Glancing at the clock, he sighed. He was going to be late again.
Throwing back the blankets, Ephram dressed quickly and looked over at his bed ~ This really has to stop ~ he thought. Sighing again, he pulled the still damp and slightly sticky sheets off the bed and put them in a pile in his closet. He'd wash them later, when no one else was home.