A Whole New Light

Summery: My second fanfic – this one about Ephram and Bright. Hopefully love develops and Everwood learns to accept.

Disclaimer : This story is written for fun, and hopefully the entertainment of others. I make no money and make no profit except for the reviews people will hopefully give me. I love the WB and the writers of this show for making it.

Chapter 1

"Honestly, they were not this bad last year, were they?" Bright whispered close to Ephram's ear. As close as he could get without making Ephram uncomfortable.

"I can't remember. But seriously, this is High School! They've been playing those stupid instruments for who knows how long. This is just sad," Ephram whispered back as he turned his attention back to the performers on stage.

"I'm gone for one year and the school falls apart without me; what a shame. It really is quite a shame."

Ephram snorted, trying quickly to compose himself as people turned in their seats to look at him.

Sorry, Ephram mouthed, causing Bright to laugh and even more people to turn. Both boys sunk slowly down in their seats, gazing back at the stage pretending to be oblivious.

"So, why did you bring me to this, uh…concert? Is that what they call this? A holiday concert?" Bright asked, still whispering.

"Because I didn't want to stay home tonight, Amy's sick and even if she wasn't, you know she hates the band-o." (A/N: in case you didn't know, a band-o is a kid who plays in the band)

"Hah!" Bright laughed out loud, slightly happy that Amy had gotten the flu.

Bright was quickly brought out of his sudden anger by a man in the audience standing up and turning in their direction.

"Would you be quiet? The rest of us are trying to enjoy the concert." He sat down and Ephram turned to a red-faced Bright.

"Well, that was interesting."

"Yes, yes it was. Don't make me laugh anymore or I swear I'll punch you."

"You wouldn't, cuz Amy would beat your ass – and that would make me laugh." Ephram stated with a slight sarcastic tone in his voice as he looked at the boy sitting next to him.

Whatever makes you happy, Bright thought.

"So, anyway, the only reason you asked me to come was because you had nothing better to do? Not because it's been a whole month since we last hung out? 'Cause Ephram Brown, I'm hurt." At this, Bright made a sad puppy-dog face, batting his eyelashes and staring down at his shoes pretending to sniff.

"Cut it out Bright. You know were still tight. Tight like a tiger, as a matter of fact."

Bright looked back at Ephram, flashing his pearly whites. "I'm bored. Time to liven this place up, eh?"

Bright looked back at the stage and yelled, "Good lord, can at least ONE of you assholes play the right note?"

Several parents stood up looking angry and Bright grabbed Ephram and they both sprinted out of their seats and through the back door.

As both Ephram and Bright busted through the last set of doors and onto the parking lot, they doubled over with laughter.

"That was the truest thing I think I've ever heard you say." Ephram managed between breathes, still bending over.

"Thanks, but now's not the time. It looks as if they've sent the PTO or something after us" Bright pointed to through the window where an elderly man and a rather large woman were hurrying down the hall in their direction.

"To that bat mobile!" Bright exclaimed as they took of in the direction of Ephram's car.

Once inside, they immediately peeled out into the street and sped off into the night.

They drove for about 10 minutes until they pulled into an empty parking lot of a closed coffee shop somewhere on the outskirts of town.

"Well, I figured the concert would go 'till eleven. Its only 9:30. I have to be home by 12, so that two and a half hours we've got to kill. Any suggestions?" Ephram asked.

"Well, going home's a no go. Amy's sick and the 'rents have planed a romantic dinner. What about your place. Movie and popcorn?"

"I guess we could do that. Delia is over Nina's house and my dads probably just sitting around. And then we could hang out all night, since I'll be home. You wanna swing by Blockbuster?"

"Nah, we could just check out what's on T.V."

"Alright." With that, Ephram started the ignition and pulled out of the parking lot, heading towards home.

As the finally pulled into the Brown's drive-way, Bright's heart-beat quickened.

They walked into the dark house, which had no Nina, Delia or Dr. Brown.

"Dad?" Ephram yelled, wondering where his father could possibly be.

"Ok, well, I guess it's just us. Well, then we have an even better choice of what we can watch. Or eat. Or whatever really," Ephram waved his hand and turned towards the kitchen.

"You can just, uh…..get settled and I'll go make get us some soda and popcorn. K?" Ephram asked, glancing back over his shoulder as he made his way in the direction of the kitchen.

"Sure, do you want a pillow or blanket or anything?" Bright asked trying to busy himself so he wouldn't get pre-hang jitters. I've never felt like this before around him.

"Nah, it's pretty warm in here. You can get first pick on the tube then, give me about 5 minutes."

Bright sat down on the couch and turned on the television. It was set on MTV, and "The Real World" was on. Bright quickly switched the station to one of the Brown's many movie station, leaving it on Clue.

After staring brainlessly at the TV. for a short amount of time, Ephram wandered over with a tray of popcorn and two bottles of Cherry Coke.

"Clue? This movie is so old. Are you sure that this is what you want to waste your turn on?" Ephram asked as he sat down next to Bright on the couch.

"Ya, well, you play Bach. He's old, right? Dead maybe?"

"Wow, how did you make it through 4 years of high school?"

"Looks" Bright teased, slowly inching his way closer to Ephram.

It's now or never

"Look, I just have one question. Ephram, were close friends. If there was anything, uh…, different about me, you wouldn't hate me for it, would you?"

"No. Of course not. I'm like…..super understanding. Why? Please don't tell me you killed someone. That's kinda different."

"Ok, well, I'm sorry. What about after this," Bright asked, slowly leaning foreword until his lips met a surprised Ephram's, and stopped. Bright was afraid to move, like if he froze and stayed like this Ephram wouldn't realized what had happened and this uncomfortable, yet "thing" that Bright had to do would never end.

Almost as Bright stopped moving, Ephram pulled away, looking more than shocked and a little scared.

"Uh…"

Alright, that's my first chapter. Im in the middle of writing this fanfic and another about the OC. If you have gotten to this point of the story, please review and I will love you forever!!!!!!!!!