Im mela ar' naur By: Jesse Drache
Disclaimers: I do not own Everwood or the characters…what a pity
Warning: This is Ephram/Bright slash; if you don't like it, don't read it.
Rating: PG-13 but may get higher as time goes on
Chapter 6: Lemba
*This chapter is set sometime before "Is there a Doctor in the House?"*
Bright stood on the Brown's front porch, breathing on his hands in an attempt to make himself
warmer.
Gathering his strength of will, he reached out and rang the doorbell.
"Hold on," someone yelled from inside and Bright waited, steeling his nerves and trying his
best not to run away.
He held his breath as the door opened and he was confronted with Ephram.
"I've got the door, dad," Ephram yelled as he opened the door, a half eaten slice of pizza in his
hand, his hair slightly wet from the shower he had taken minutes earlier.
Turning to see who was at the door, Ephram's face dropped into a frown when his eyes met
Bright's.
"Go away," Ephram said, starting to close the door, but was stopped when Bright stepped up
and held the door open.
"Please, just let me explain," Bright said, meeting Ephram's eyes; the pain that he found there
sucking the breath out of his chest.
"Explain what? That I'm a 'loser'? I think I can figure that one on my own. But thanks, if I
ever need to feel worse about myself, I know who to come to. Now go away."
"Please, just give me five minutes."
Bright didn't know what changed Ephram's mind. Whether it was the pleading look in his eyes
or the determination behind his stance, he didn't really care, he just wanted a chance to
explain himself.
The joy that filled Bright's heart when he heard those words soon dissipated when he saw the
look on Ephram's face.
He followed Ephram to the bench in front of the window and sat down across from the other
boy.
Bright just stared at Ephram for a moment, trying to find a way to convey his feelings through
his gaze once he realized that he did not have the right words.
Ephram just stared at him, an accusing glare in his eyes.
"Ephram, I-I'm sorry. So very, very sorry. I didn't mean what I said."
"Then why did you say it?"
Bright looked down at his hands, asking himself the same question.
"Because-because I was scared. I was afraid, that Sam would look at me and know what I
had done. Know what I was."
Bright shot a quick glance up at Ephram who looked at him incredulously on the verge of
tears.
"Am I that horrible? That much of a disease that you can't even bear to look at me? I didn't
kiss you, you kissed me." Ephram almost yelled at him.
Ephram moved to get up, but before he could stand Bright reached out, grabbed the front of
Ephram's shirt, and pulled Ephram's lips down to his.
For a second, Bright expect Ephram to respond, to kiss him back, but instead he felt the other
boy pull away.
"Don't ever touch me again," Ephram said his face twisted by a look of complete contempt.
"But-"
"What's the point? You're just going to sell me out to your friends."
"I won't."
"It doesn't matter anyway, I'm moving back to New York. Soon I won't ever have to look at
you or your pathetic friends again. Your five minutes are up."
Ephram turned and started to move to the door, but Bright was faster and got in his way.
"You're leaving?"
"Yeah, I'm going to go live with my grandparents. Now get the hell out of my way."
Bright was too shocked by Ephram's words to do anything but watch as the boy pushed past
him and walked into the house, slamming and locking the door in Bright's face.
***
I don't know how often I will be able to post once school starts since my computer is currently
dead. I will try to do so as often as possible, and I promise I won't forget to finish the story.
Disclaimers: I do not own Everwood or the characters…what a pity
Warning: This is Ephram/Bright slash; if you don't like it, don't read it.
Rating: PG-13 but may get higher as time goes on
Chapter 6: Lemba
*This chapter is set sometime before "Is there a Doctor in the House?"*
Bright stood on the Brown's front porch, breathing on his hands in an attempt to make himself
warmer.
Gathering his strength of will, he reached out and rang the doorbell.
"Hold on," someone yelled from inside and Bright waited, steeling his nerves and trying his
best not to run away.
He held his breath as the door opened and he was confronted with Ephram.
"I've got the door, dad," Ephram yelled as he opened the door, a half eaten slice of pizza in his
hand, his hair slightly wet from the shower he had taken minutes earlier.
Turning to see who was at the door, Ephram's face dropped into a frown when his eyes met
Bright's.
"Go away," Ephram said, starting to close the door, but was stopped when Bright stepped up
and held the door open.
"Please, just let me explain," Bright said, meeting Ephram's eyes; the pain that he found there
sucking the breath out of his chest.
"Explain what? That I'm a 'loser'? I think I can figure that one on my own. But thanks, if I
ever need to feel worse about myself, I know who to come to. Now go away."
"Please, just give me five minutes."
Bright didn't know what changed Ephram's mind. Whether it was the pleading look in his eyes
or the determination behind his stance, he didn't really care, he just wanted a chance to
explain himself.
The joy that filled Bright's heart when he heard those words soon dissipated when he saw the
look on Ephram's face.
He followed Ephram to the bench in front of the window and sat down across from the other
boy.
Bright just stared at Ephram for a moment, trying to find a way to convey his feelings through
his gaze once he realized that he did not have the right words.
Ephram just stared at him, an accusing glare in his eyes.
"Ephram, I-I'm sorry. So very, very sorry. I didn't mean what I said."
"Then why did you say it?"
Bright looked down at his hands, asking himself the same question.
"Because-because I was scared. I was afraid, that Sam would look at me and know what I
had done. Know what I was."
Bright shot a quick glance up at Ephram who looked at him incredulously on the verge of
tears.
"Am I that horrible? That much of a disease that you can't even bear to look at me? I didn't
kiss you, you kissed me." Ephram almost yelled at him.
Ephram moved to get up, but before he could stand Bright reached out, grabbed the front of
Ephram's shirt, and pulled Ephram's lips down to his.
For a second, Bright expect Ephram to respond, to kiss him back, but instead he felt the other
boy pull away.
"Don't ever touch me again," Ephram said his face twisted by a look of complete contempt.
"But-"
"What's the point? You're just going to sell me out to your friends."
"I won't."
"It doesn't matter anyway, I'm moving back to New York. Soon I won't ever have to look at
you or your pathetic friends again. Your five minutes are up."
Ephram turned and started to move to the door, but Bright was faster and got in his way.
"You're leaving?"
"Yeah, I'm going to go live with my grandparents. Now get the hell out of my way."
Bright was too shocked by Ephram's words to do anything but watch as the boy pushed past
him and walked into the house, slamming and locking the door in Bright's face.
***
I don't know how often I will be able to post once school starts since my computer is currently
dead. I will try to do so as often as possible, and I promise I won't forget to finish the story.
