A/n: Thanks for all the reviews! Right now I'm trying to get past the intro stuff into the plot-hang with me. Thanks for reading-EphramsBabyGurl. Oh-before I forget-if anyone likes Bright I advise them to skip this chapter. I make fun of him the tiniest bit. Also, I wasn't sure how to spell his last name.
Chapter 3: Enter The Idiot
Ephram and Lena walked out of American History. "Ok, what was the point of that?" Lena asked Ephram. "To further the already rapidly happening of brain mushing in today's teens?" Ephram guessed. "Like we didn't know the Columbus sailed the ocean in 1942!" Lena spat angrily. Ephram looked at her. "1492." He corrected her. "What?" She said confused. "He sailed the ocean in 1492. Sometimes I wonder about you." He said, smirking. "Maybe you just heard me wrong-I'm never wrong." Lena said, challenging him to say one word to contradict her. "I think your brain is mushing faster than most." Ephram said in response as he walked off down the hall with Lena to her locker.
Lena grabbed a few books from her locker after exchanging her load for a lighter one, grabbing a couple mangas while she was at it. "You like anime?" Ephram asked, surprised. "Contrary to popular belief it's actually nothing like pokemon or digimon, it consists of such animes like GTO-" Lena started to lecture. "Hellsing, Angelic Layer, Wish, Inu-yasha, etc. I just meant it's kinda unusual for anyone in Everwood to like anime." Ephram. "You forgot; I moved here!" Lena pulled 2 cds out of her locker. "Sum 41 or The Transplants?" she asked Ephram. He plucked The Transplants from her hand and popped it into his player. "Sum 41 it is." Lena said, popping Sum into her player. "What's your favorite manga?" Lena asked, popping in her earphones. "Ranma-you?" Ephram answered, glancing at her. Lena didn't get a chance to answer however because someone hit Ephram in the back of the head. "Hey doof." Lena glared at this idiot. "Well hello there." Bright said, or tried to say, suavely. He had turned his attention to Lena as Ephram sized him up and decided from which angle would be best to maul him from. From the look on Lena's face, she'd be happy to help. "I'm Bright Abbot; and I don't believe I know your name." Bright said, flashing a smile at Lena who just stared at him. "You know, some people say I look like Chris Pratt." He said, leaning on a locker and gazing into Lena's blue eyes. Ephram just smirked and pressed 'play'. "Really? Because I'd say you look like 'Mr. Clean'." Lena said. "Oh yeah? How's that?" Bright questioned. "Because you look like a middle aged bald man who's fresher then lemon Lysol." Lena stated plainly. Ephram heard the burn over the music and didn't even try to suppress fits of hysteria. Lena nodded to Ephram and they walked off down the hall together leaving Bright alone, questioning his hair growth, and dumfounded. "Who's 'Mr. Clean'?"