"Hey," Amy said softly to the handsome boy who stood at the door. She
could have laughed at how obvious the signs of her affection for him were
in one word that she spoke to him.
"Hey," he responded quietly, with seemingly equal fondness toward her.
"Your dad left a little while ago. I . . . stopped by to see you and. . . ."
A loud honk interrupted her. Delia leapt up, put on her backpack, and bounded out the door calling, "Thanks, Amy! See you, Ephram!"
He returned, "Um, see you," but by that time she was already on the bus. He turned his attention back to Amy. "Thanks for keeping an eye on her."
"She really is cute."
"Hah! That's what you think," Ephram warned while tossing his paper bag from the music shop on the table.
"What did you get?" Amy asked, nodding at the bag.
"Just some jazz. So. . . ."
So, what are you here for? he thought. Why are you here in my house when your boyfriend just survived surgery?
"Do you want to do something?" she asked him. "I mean, it's the high school's first day of vacation; we should celebrate."
"How?" A wry smile hung upon his lips.
She shrugged. "Anything. I just need to get my mind off. . . ." She was about to say "Colin" but luckily she caught herself. "Let's go to the movies."
"What do you wanna see?"
"It doesn't matter. Let's just go and sneak in and . . . throw popcorn at the people in front of us and have a good time. That's really what I need right now." She said the last few words in an exhausted sigh.
Ephram sensed her strong emotion and broke off the seriousness by passing her a rare grin. "I think that my recklessness is starting to rub off on you. But still," he admitted, "sounds like fun."
*** "I can't believe they're letting me see him so early," Bright commented to the pretty nurse who stood beside him outside of Colin's hospital room.
"Somehow, he's recovering quite rapidly. He's a fighter. But still, go easy on him." She leaned over and turned the doorknob and then let the door creak open.
"Of course," Bright replied, smirking at the young, attractive woman. She treaded down the hall and Bright cocked his head to study her backside.
"Always on the lookout," came a voice from inside the room. "That's the Bright I know."
Bright bewilderedly turned to see Colin, who was laying in a hospital bed, grinning at him. The blond boy rushed to Colin's side, exclaiming, "You're okay!"
"'Course I am, man. You didn't think I'd give up that easy, did you?" Colin laughed.
Bright pulled up a chair and plopped down limply upon it. "This is great, dude! And how's your memory? You remember everything?"
Resentment rippled across Colin's face. He looked down. "Yeah. Everything. Before, I told you I couldn't remember what happened the night of the accident. Now I do. And I remember that time at the water, when Amy said she loved me and I didn't say anything." He met Bright's questioning gaze. "And I remember why, too." Tears were starting to form in his eyes. He shook his head. "Now I can't believe it. I don't get why I would feel that way about her."
"Feel what, man? What happened?"
"I just . . . I just thought the relationship was getting too serious. I didn't want it to be that way." To Bright's surprise, Colin laughed as he tried to push his tears away. "I was such a slacker then. I remember, I was going to break up with her. God! What was wrong with me? I remember telling Laynie, but did I ever tell you about this?"
Bright finally found his voice and scratched, "No. No, you didn't."
"Then listen to me, Bright," said Colin behind gritted teeth, "listen. Do not ever tell her. I don't care how I felt about her then. Now, I love her. I love her. That's what counts."
"Sure," the other boy replied slowly. "I won't tell her."
To be continued. . . .
[A/N--Okay, the last part was way melodramatic, I know. But still, we're talking about a drama-based TV series here, so cut me some slack. Thanks to all the reviewers, but for those of you who don't like it, please tell me WHY you don't. Friendly criticism couldn't hurt! There'll be a new chapter up by tomorrow, thanks a bunch.]
"Hey," he responded quietly, with seemingly equal fondness toward her.
"Your dad left a little while ago. I . . . stopped by to see you and. . . ."
A loud honk interrupted her. Delia leapt up, put on her backpack, and bounded out the door calling, "Thanks, Amy! See you, Ephram!"
He returned, "Um, see you," but by that time she was already on the bus. He turned his attention back to Amy. "Thanks for keeping an eye on her."
"She really is cute."
"Hah! That's what you think," Ephram warned while tossing his paper bag from the music shop on the table.
"What did you get?" Amy asked, nodding at the bag.
"Just some jazz. So. . . ."
So, what are you here for? he thought. Why are you here in my house when your boyfriend just survived surgery?
"Do you want to do something?" she asked him. "I mean, it's the high school's first day of vacation; we should celebrate."
"How?" A wry smile hung upon his lips.
She shrugged. "Anything. I just need to get my mind off. . . ." She was about to say "Colin" but luckily she caught herself. "Let's go to the movies."
"What do you wanna see?"
"It doesn't matter. Let's just go and sneak in and . . . throw popcorn at the people in front of us and have a good time. That's really what I need right now." She said the last few words in an exhausted sigh.
Ephram sensed her strong emotion and broke off the seriousness by passing her a rare grin. "I think that my recklessness is starting to rub off on you. But still," he admitted, "sounds like fun."
*** "I can't believe they're letting me see him so early," Bright commented to the pretty nurse who stood beside him outside of Colin's hospital room.
"Somehow, he's recovering quite rapidly. He's a fighter. But still, go easy on him." She leaned over and turned the doorknob and then let the door creak open.
"Of course," Bright replied, smirking at the young, attractive woman. She treaded down the hall and Bright cocked his head to study her backside.
"Always on the lookout," came a voice from inside the room. "That's the Bright I know."
Bright bewilderedly turned to see Colin, who was laying in a hospital bed, grinning at him. The blond boy rushed to Colin's side, exclaiming, "You're okay!"
"'Course I am, man. You didn't think I'd give up that easy, did you?" Colin laughed.
Bright pulled up a chair and plopped down limply upon it. "This is great, dude! And how's your memory? You remember everything?"
Resentment rippled across Colin's face. He looked down. "Yeah. Everything. Before, I told you I couldn't remember what happened the night of the accident. Now I do. And I remember that time at the water, when Amy said she loved me and I didn't say anything." He met Bright's questioning gaze. "And I remember why, too." Tears were starting to form in his eyes. He shook his head. "Now I can't believe it. I don't get why I would feel that way about her."
"Feel what, man? What happened?"
"I just . . . I just thought the relationship was getting too serious. I didn't want it to be that way." To Bright's surprise, Colin laughed as he tried to push his tears away. "I was such a slacker then. I remember, I was going to break up with her. God! What was wrong with me? I remember telling Laynie, but did I ever tell you about this?"
Bright finally found his voice and scratched, "No. No, you didn't."
"Then listen to me, Bright," said Colin behind gritted teeth, "listen. Do not ever tell her. I don't care how I felt about her then. Now, I love her. I love her. That's what counts."
"Sure," the other boy replied slowly. "I won't tell her."
To be continued. . . .
[A/N--Okay, the last part was way melodramatic, I know. But still, we're talking about a drama-based TV series here, so cut me some slack. Thanks to all the reviewers, but for those of you who don't like it, please tell me WHY you don't. Friendly criticism couldn't hurt! There'll be a new chapter up by tomorrow, thanks a bunch.]
