Title: Unconscious Grace
Author: Liatli
Disclaimer: not mine
Summary: the title indicates Ephram of course! Bright and Ephram *get it on* yumm yumm!
~*~ Part 2: ~*~
"Oh, my God. I am, like, so sorry, Ephram. We are so dead."
Thank you, Captain Obvious. To make Bright feel better, Ephram didn't say anything. He glanced over at Bright who was driving, shoulders tense, knuckles white from his vise-like grip on the steering wheel. Ephram attempted a nonchalant shrug, but it looked more like a nervous twitch. Bright pulled slowly into the driveway behind his parents' car and put the car into park, then turned it off. Before they got out, he turned to Ephram and grabbed his hands, holding them tightly.
"Whatever happens, promise me you'll forgive me?"
Ephram looked at Bright, now more than a little nervous. How bad could it be, though? Because, honestly, Dr. Abbot tried to be intimidating, but he was really just quite funny. Especially when he got so aggravated that the little vein in his neck popped out.Ephram forced his thoughts back to the present and nodded slowly. Bright relaxed his grip on Ephram's hands and smiled, looking relieved. Glancing around nervously, he leaned forwards and pecked Ephram on the lips. With one last squeeze, he let go of Ephram's hands, then got out of the car.
They were sitting inside on a couch, one boy at each end trying not to provoke Dr. Abbot. Rose was perched in one of the armchairs and Dr. Abbot was pacing angrily. He was raging loudly (Amy had been banished to Kayla's house for the night with the promise of an explanation in the morning), but Bright and Ephram were mostly tuning him out. They tuned back in every once in a while,
".not tell us, Bright.wonder how long.sneaking around.how dare you.your parents!.did Amy know?."
It continued like that for about a half-hour, until Rose stood up, grabbing Dr. Abbot as he passed by her. She said firmly,
"Shush, Harold. You're babbling and the boys are not listening. Why don't you let them talk now?"
Dr. Abbot glared at Rose, but she stared right back. Finally, he threw his hands up and dropped into a chair. Satisfied, Rose sat back down, folded her hands across her lap, and looked expectantly at Bright and Ephram. Bright glanced at Ephram, took a deep breath, then said,
"It's been about a month and a half."
Dr. Abbot stared at Bright, incredulous.
"How could you have held this from us for so long? You can never keep a secret! You're worse than old Mrs. Whimble!"
Bright flushed and looked down at his lap. Rose reprimanded Dr. Abbot, then looked back at Bright and Ephram. Ephram raised his hand hesitantly, as if he were in school.
"Yes, Ephram?"
"It's not Bright's fault. I told him not to tell anyone."
Bright was now staring at Ephram, his mouth hanging open. He started,
"Ephram---"
Ephram slanted him a glance that said 'shut up, you idiot'. Bright shook his head stubbornly and continued, turning to look straight into his dad's eyes,
"I started all of this, I said we should keep it a secret."
Dr. Abbot mumbled to himself, "Well, at least he had the sense to do that." Rose smacked Dr. Abbot, then indicated that Bright continue.
"I thought it wouldn't be too great if people found out cause this is a small town and people might not be so accepting. But seriously, I kissed him first."
Dr. Abbot turned red and spluttered. Rose blushed a little bit, too, but she was still smiling serenely, her hands still folded neatly in her lap. She said,
"Alright, honey. We---your father is done giving you the third degree." She sent Dr. Abbot a firm look when he started to protest, "We're going to go to bed."
She stood up, went over to kiss Bright's forehead, then she dragged Dr. Abbot from the room, but not before he called, "We're talking in the morning!" over his shoulder.
The moment they heard the bedroom door shut and lock, Ephram stood up, wiping his sweaty palms on his jeans. He said,
"I'm really sorry, Bright. I should go. I never meant to get you in trouble."
Bright frowned, standing up, too. He said, taking Ephram's hands,
"Ephram, it's so not your fault. So, shut up, okay? Anyway, that was, like, so not as bad as I thought it was gonna be."
Ephram nodded, staring down at their linked hands. They stood silently for a few minutes, then Ephram looked up.
"What time is it?"
Bright turned to look at the clock on the lamp table,
"Like, 12:30."
"I guess I should go home."
Bright smiled,
"I'll walk you."
~*~
"Something's changed between you two and I can't figure out what it is."
Bright turned at the sound of Amy's voice next to him. He had been watching Ephram walk gracefully down the hall, hips swaying subtly, immersed in the music playing in his earphones. As he passed Bright, he grinned and winked quickly. When he finally turned a corner, Bright looked at Amy. He said, sticking his hands in his pockets,
"What was that?"
Amy was watching the corner Ephram had just turned, her eyes slightly glazed over. She murmured,
"He's so.graceful. I don't think he even knows it, though. God, it's just amazing. He just captures your attention when he walks by. And it's totally unconscious, totally unintentional."
Shaking her head, she looked up at Bright,
"What did you say, Bright?"
Bright smiled, tugged on a lock of hair that had escaped her messy up-do.
"Nothing, brat."
Shooting one last look down the hall, Bright let Amy lead him towards the parking lot.
~*~
Ephram smiled briefly at Bright before opening the car door and sliding out. Bright grabbed Ephram's jacket before he was completely out of the car. He smiled,
"Aren't you gonna kiss me goodnight?"
Ephram smiled, then got out of the car, shutting the door. Bright frowned, watching Ephram skirt the front of the car and walk around to the driver's side. He pulled open the door, then ducked inside and pressed his lips chastely to Bright's. As he pulled away, Bright put his hand on the back of Ephram's head, clucked his tongue, and said,
"You call that a goodnight kiss? How can you even call that a kiss?"
Ephram barely had time to think about retorting before Bright pulled him into a kiss. By the time the kiss was over, Ephram's head was reeling and his knees had turned to jello. Bright pushed Ephram away so he could stand straight and Ephram had to take a few deep breaths before he could talk again.
"You kiss your mother with that mouth, Abbot?"
Bright grinned, winked, then started up the car again. He reached out to close the door, but Ephram stopped him and said incredulously,
"What? You're just leaving?"
Bright stopped and looked up at Ephram impatiently.
"What is it? I kinda need to get home." But he was smiling.
Ephram scowled, crossing his arms,
"Fine, then. But don't expect to be getting any anytime soon."
Bright snorted,
"I'm not getting any now, so why the hell should I expect it?"
Ephram raised one eyebrow, half-grinning. Bright's jaw dropped and said,
"No way. Oh, come on, Ephram, what the hell? Now?"
Ephram only shrugged and began to walk towards his house. Bright rolled his eyes, then hopped out of the car and chased after Ephram. He said, grabbing Ephram's arm,
"Come on, Eph. You can't mean, like, right now."
Ephram looked Bright in the eyes,
"Can't I?"
Bright's jaw clenched, making a muscle tick.
"So, right now."
Ephram shrugged,
"My sister's sleeping over at Nina's, and even if my Dad's not asleep, though I'm sure he is, his room is on the other side of the hall and the walls are even thicker than your skull, so it's a sure bet he wont hear us."
Bright shook his head,
"How long have you been planing this?"
Ephram shrugged again,
"Ever since your parents caught us. I just didn't think it'd be appropriate that night."
"But I can't tonight! We've got school tomorrow."
Ephram shrugged again,
"So you'll ride with me. What, afraid to be seen in public with me, Bright?"
Bright rolled his eyes, throwing his hands up in the air, in a perfect, unconscious imitation of his dad.
"Fine! But it had better be good, Brown."
Ephram grinned, winking,
"It will, Bright. You can count on it."
Author: Liatli
Disclaimer: not mine
Summary: the title indicates Ephram of course! Bright and Ephram *get it on* yumm yumm!
~*~ Part 2: ~*~
"Oh, my God. I am, like, so sorry, Ephram. We are so dead."
Thank you, Captain Obvious. To make Bright feel better, Ephram didn't say anything. He glanced over at Bright who was driving, shoulders tense, knuckles white from his vise-like grip on the steering wheel. Ephram attempted a nonchalant shrug, but it looked more like a nervous twitch. Bright pulled slowly into the driveway behind his parents' car and put the car into park, then turned it off. Before they got out, he turned to Ephram and grabbed his hands, holding them tightly.
"Whatever happens, promise me you'll forgive me?"
Ephram looked at Bright, now more than a little nervous. How bad could it be, though? Because, honestly, Dr. Abbot tried to be intimidating, but he was really just quite funny. Especially when he got so aggravated that the little vein in his neck popped out.Ephram forced his thoughts back to the present and nodded slowly. Bright relaxed his grip on Ephram's hands and smiled, looking relieved. Glancing around nervously, he leaned forwards and pecked Ephram on the lips. With one last squeeze, he let go of Ephram's hands, then got out of the car.
They were sitting inside on a couch, one boy at each end trying not to provoke Dr. Abbot. Rose was perched in one of the armchairs and Dr. Abbot was pacing angrily. He was raging loudly (Amy had been banished to Kayla's house for the night with the promise of an explanation in the morning), but Bright and Ephram were mostly tuning him out. They tuned back in every once in a while,
".not tell us, Bright.wonder how long.sneaking around.how dare you.your parents!.did Amy know?."
It continued like that for about a half-hour, until Rose stood up, grabbing Dr. Abbot as he passed by her. She said firmly,
"Shush, Harold. You're babbling and the boys are not listening. Why don't you let them talk now?"
Dr. Abbot glared at Rose, but she stared right back. Finally, he threw his hands up and dropped into a chair. Satisfied, Rose sat back down, folded her hands across her lap, and looked expectantly at Bright and Ephram. Bright glanced at Ephram, took a deep breath, then said,
"It's been about a month and a half."
Dr. Abbot stared at Bright, incredulous.
"How could you have held this from us for so long? You can never keep a secret! You're worse than old Mrs. Whimble!"
Bright flushed and looked down at his lap. Rose reprimanded Dr. Abbot, then looked back at Bright and Ephram. Ephram raised his hand hesitantly, as if he were in school.
"Yes, Ephram?"
"It's not Bright's fault. I told him not to tell anyone."
Bright was now staring at Ephram, his mouth hanging open. He started,
"Ephram---"
Ephram slanted him a glance that said 'shut up, you idiot'. Bright shook his head stubbornly and continued, turning to look straight into his dad's eyes,
"I started all of this, I said we should keep it a secret."
Dr. Abbot mumbled to himself, "Well, at least he had the sense to do that." Rose smacked Dr. Abbot, then indicated that Bright continue.
"I thought it wouldn't be too great if people found out cause this is a small town and people might not be so accepting. But seriously, I kissed him first."
Dr. Abbot turned red and spluttered. Rose blushed a little bit, too, but she was still smiling serenely, her hands still folded neatly in her lap. She said,
"Alright, honey. We---your father is done giving you the third degree." She sent Dr. Abbot a firm look when he started to protest, "We're going to go to bed."
She stood up, went over to kiss Bright's forehead, then she dragged Dr. Abbot from the room, but not before he called, "We're talking in the morning!" over his shoulder.
The moment they heard the bedroom door shut and lock, Ephram stood up, wiping his sweaty palms on his jeans. He said,
"I'm really sorry, Bright. I should go. I never meant to get you in trouble."
Bright frowned, standing up, too. He said, taking Ephram's hands,
"Ephram, it's so not your fault. So, shut up, okay? Anyway, that was, like, so not as bad as I thought it was gonna be."
Ephram nodded, staring down at their linked hands. They stood silently for a few minutes, then Ephram looked up.
"What time is it?"
Bright turned to look at the clock on the lamp table,
"Like, 12:30."
"I guess I should go home."
Bright smiled,
"I'll walk you."
~*~
"Something's changed between you two and I can't figure out what it is."
Bright turned at the sound of Amy's voice next to him. He had been watching Ephram walk gracefully down the hall, hips swaying subtly, immersed in the music playing in his earphones. As he passed Bright, he grinned and winked quickly. When he finally turned a corner, Bright looked at Amy. He said, sticking his hands in his pockets,
"What was that?"
Amy was watching the corner Ephram had just turned, her eyes slightly glazed over. She murmured,
"He's so.graceful. I don't think he even knows it, though. God, it's just amazing. He just captures your attention when he walks by. And it's totally unconscious, totally unintentional."
Shaking her head, she looked up at Bright,
"What did you say, Bright?"
Bright smiled, tugged on a lock of hair that had escaped her messy up-do.
"Nothing, brat."
Shooting one last look down the hall, Bright let Amy lead him towards the parking lot.
~*~
Ephram smiled briefly at Bright before opening the car door and sliding out. Bright grabbed Ephram's jacket before he was completely out of the car. He smiled,
"Aren't you gonna kiss me goodnight?"
Ephram smiled, then got out of the car, shutting the door. Bright frowned, watching Ephram skirt the front of the car and walk around to the driver's side. He pulled open the door, then ducked inside and pressed his lips chastely to Bright's. As he pulled away, Bright put his hand on the back of Ephram's head, clucked his tongue, and said,
"You call that a goodnight kiss? How can you even call that a kiss?"
Ephram barely had time to think about retorting before Bright pulled him into a kiss. By the time the kiss was over, Ephram's head was reeling and his knees had turned to jello. Bright pushed Ephram away so he could stand straight and Ephram had to take a few deep breaths before he could talk again.
"You kiss your mother with that mouth, Abbot?"
Bright grinned, winked, then started up the car again. He reached out to close the door, but Ephram stopped him and said incredulously,
"What? You're just leaving?"
Bright stopped and looked up at Ephram impatiently.
"What is it? I kinda need to get home." But he was smiling.
Ephram scowled, crossing his arms,
"Fine, then. But don't expect to be getting any anytime soon."
Bright snorted,
"I'm not getting any now, so why the hell should I expect it?"
Ephram raised one eyebrow, half-grinning. Bright's jaw dropped and said,
"No way. Oh, come on, Ephram, what the hell? Now?"
Ephram only shrugged and began to walk towards his house. Bright rolled his eyes, then hopped out of the car and chased after Ephram. He said, grabbing Ephram's arm,
"Come on, Eph. You can't mean, like, right now."
Ephram looked Bright in the eyes,
"Can't I?"
Bright's jaw clenched, making a muscle tick.
"So, right now."
Ephram shrugged,
"My sister's sleeping over at Nina's, and even if my Dad's not asleep, though I'm sure he is, his room is on the other side of the hall and the walls are even thicker than your skull, so it's a sure bet he wont hear us."
Bright shook his head,
"How long have you been planing this?"
Ephram shrugged again,
"Ever since your parents caught us. I just didn't think it'd be appropriate that night."
"But I can't tonight! We've got school tomorrow."
Ephram shrugged again,
"So you'll ride with me. What, afraid to be seen in public with me, Bright?"
Bright rolled his eyes, throwing his hands up in the air, in a perfect, unconscious imitation of his dad.
"Fine! But it had better be good, Brown."
Ephram grinned, winking,
"It will, Bright. You can count on it."