by Noel Goddard
Original Pub. Date: August 2004
Summary: A ficlet written specifically for chelseafrew including the line: “I’m not going anywhere.”
Ephram sat on the shore next to the lake, looking out at the shimmering surface that seemed to go on forever. If only everything could go on forever. And yet, he knew it couldn’t. In two days, his whole world would be turned on its ear...again.
In just two days, Colin was going under the knife for more brain surgery. This first time was bad because he was worried about Amy. This time was ten times worse because he was worried for both Colin and himself.
When Colin came out of his coma, the last thing that Ephram had expected was to fall for him. If anything, he had wanted to hate the guy. After listening to Amy go on and on about Mr. Perfect, he really was dreading meeting the great Colin. Turned out that Amy was right. He was perfect... perfect for Ephram.
Ephram remembered back just a few weeks ago when Colin had finally made the first move, pinning him to the bed while they were watching anime. The kisses had been tentative at first, but then turned into something more. It had been wonderful, scary, and everything all rolled into one.
Now, Ephram was terrified that he was going to lose it all again.
He heard the truck pulling up on the gravel road behind him. Without looking, he knew who it was. He heard Colin thanking Bright for the ride, and then he heard Bright peal out down the gravel road.
He felt Colin come to sit by him on lakeshore. Colin spoke first. “Hey man. What’s up?”
Ephram couldn’t look Colin in the face. “You know what’s up. “
“C’mon, Ephram. Your dad did alright the first time. It’s going to be okay.”
Ephram started to crack. “Okay? It’s going to be okay? What if it’s not okay? You know, he’s not always perfect! What if the tiniest, smallest thing goes wrong, and I lose you?”
Colin reached out and put his arm around Ephram’s shoulders to calm him down. “You know, I have to do it. I can’t keep on going around town like a ticking emotional time bomb, and the seizure thing? Not all it’s cracked up to be.”
A small smile played at Ephram’s lips with that comment.
Colin continued. “Besides, there’s something else that you should know by now.“
Ephram finally looked at Colin, staring into the eyes that had become his rock. “What else should I know, genius?”
Completely serious, Colin answered. "I'm not going anywhere."
Ephram pulled Colin to him for a gentle kiss. As they pulled apart, he spoke. “I really hope you’re right, man.”
Colin smiled back. “Here, we’ll seal the deal. You know about skipping rocks on lakes for wishes, right? Or is that not a New York thing?”
Ephram looked skeptical. “You made that up.”
Colin continued, “Did not. Anyway, if two people skip rocks out along the lake, the one who’s rock goes the furthest gets their wish. Are you up for it?”
Ephram nodded. He carefully picked a rock from by his feet. “So, do we announce our wishes before we start?”
Colin feigned horror. “Absolutely not. The wishes have to be secret or they won’t come true. Even after the contest is done, you can’t tell anyone your wish. Got it?”
“Alright, Ephram. Are you ready? On the count of three. One. Two. Three!”
Ephram watched nervously as the rocks skipped across the smooth surface of the lake. Quickly, Colin’s rock sank to the bottom, making Ephram’s the winner.
Ephram glared at Colin. “You did that on purpose.”
Colin looked innocent. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Just remember. Don’t tell anyone what your wish is if you want it to come true.”
Colin pulled Ephram’s head down to rest on his shoulder, and the two sat in silence. Ephram recited his wish over and over in his head and hoped desperately that it would come true.