**Bright**

A loud noise wakes me from my sleep, I'm not too sure what's going on and I have to blink of few times for my eyes to come into focus; when they do I'm looking into the expressive eyes of Ephram Brown who appears to be in some sort of obvious pain. There's something more to his expression though , but I can't put my finder on it. It's almost as if for a moment he's looking at me the same way I see him. What the hell is my problem? I just need to wake up and think straight. I've lost myself and am really not to sure what to say other than "uh, are you ok?"

"Yeah, I'm fine, sorry I woke you..." he looked kind of confused and unsure of himself, I'm thinking maybe he's wondering why I havn't thrown an insulting comment his way yet, if only he knew. I'm just a little curious as to why he's here. "I'm waiting for Amy," he said answering my silent question. "Your mom said just before she left that I could just wait for her here..." Ephram said, dropping his eyes to the floor as if he saw something very interesting down there. I had forgotten that Amy went to Colin's and now it dawns on me, I am alone. In my house. With Ephram. Alone, as in no one but us. I have to repeat it more than once for my sleep clouded mind to comprehend. There is a silence in the room, a silence between us that we have never experienced before, no insults present, no hurtful comments being thrown across the room. Our silence was electric. Ephram must have noticed it also, he looked up from the carpet he had become so well aquainted with. His eyes met my own and the voltage of our silence shot up even more.

**Ephram**

There's a silence, but it's not necessarily uncomfortable. It's a questioning silence, I have suspicions we both know the answers yet deny we know the questions to begin with. I want to just clear my throat, yell, do a little jig even, but I won't. We are at a turning point here and it could lead us down one of many paths; friends, more than, hate, more than, regret, pure bliss. I'm just staring and so is Bright, I want to be content with just this but I know it's not possible, one of us has to make the next move so it mine as well be me. He beats me to it as he slowly gets up off of the couch, his unexpected movement makes my heart beat like crazy and I'm more than positive that I'm not the only one who hears it. He's moving towards me I know, but it's all slow motion. Like the end of a race in a Disney movie, only the prize at the end of this race is the truth and there is no guarantee that the good guy will come from behind to win. My question to myself now is when he finally gets here will I be a loser or for once a winner.

**Bright**

I'm not listening to my brain anymore and I don't even know what I'm doing when my feet meet the floor and support my body as I stand up. Pure instinct is what I am going by, and it's telling me to go over to Ephram. The short distance he is from me and the seconds it takes to get there don't register that way in my mind, I feel as if he is on one shore of a vast lake and I'm stranded on the other; so much between us. In reality it's not like that but that doesn't stop the mind from fucking around with you. I think I have finally been saved by the rescue boat because I'm standing just inches away from Ephram. I can feel the warmth of his body and his breath on my face, he has closed his eyes now. I hope he isn't afraid I am going to hit him or something! I wouldn't blame him if he thought that way I havn't in the past given him reason not to. I have a chance to make up for that, I reach my hand out to him and rest it on the side of his arm gently and he releases a soft sigh. I feel him shiver, or maybe that was me I'm not to sure. I begin to move my finger tips up and down him arm very softly, he opens his eyes and gazes at me with a look of longing. He want's me, and I want him, more importantly I need him.