A/N: Reminder: I don't own anything, and I still don't own Gregory Smith.
But I wish I did. But I do own the characters you don't recognize blah blah
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"Tell me what you said to him." Amy ordered taking the remote control out of Bright's hand and slammed it onto the table. If looks could kill Bright would be out cold.
He stared back. "Amy, it's none of your business." He said getting up and brushing against her. He stomped up the stairs and angrily sat on his desk chair. He might as well do homework.
Amy whipped open the door making it slam against the wall. "It is my business!" She screamed. "Ephram is my friend. You said something to him to make he storm out of here. You had no right."
Bright stood up; his bed was between them. "I told him the truth. He has caused nothing but trouble and you know it; him and his psychotic family. I actually feel sorry for the little kid. She has to live with a freak and a murderer."
Her jaw dropped. She couldn't believe what her brother was saying. "Ephram's dad wouldn't be in this situation if it hadn't been for you Bright! You're not a fucking angel either! It was your fault and you know it. Colin would be here if it weren't for you. How dare you even try to blame Ephram's dad!" By now tears were streaming down Amy's face. They stung her eyes and she hastily wiped them away; she only wanted her brother to see her angry. Her sadness was her weakness.
Bright stared at his little sister. He watched as she turned and left his room. He listened as the front door slammed closed signaling she had left. It was obvious what to do next. He had to talk to someone, or he might say something else stupid, as he usually did.
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Ephram sat across from Remy in the diner booth. It was only 4:30 so he decided not to order anything. Remy on the other hand was thinking something completely different.
"So you're crushing on Colorado Barbie right?" Remy said scooping a spoonful of whipped cream off the absolutely huge ice cream sundae that sat in front of her.
"What?" Ephram replied irritably.
"Amy." She replied rolling her eyes. Sure he could be sarcastic whenever he wanted to. But when she tried to lighten up the situation, she was a pest; a nuisance. The ice cream melted in her mouth giving her shivers down her spine. "Yum.." She murmured waiting for Ephram's reply.
Ephram rolled his eyes and swirled the ice around in his coke. Wasn't he the King of Anti-Social Mountain?
"Don't even try to lie. I know you do. I knew it last year, with Katherine. I knew it in kindergarten when you liked that one girl who didn't eat paste." Remy smiled. She had this weird way of knowing. Maybe it was because they were basically always together when they were in diapers.
"You didn't eat paste." Ephram pointed out; he finally gave into the lure of the ice cream by picking up a spoon.
"Yea, but I was more of a guy than a girl. While the girls were on the swings I was kicking your ass at soccer baseball."
Remy waved to someone behind Ephram, she smiled happily. Amy collapsed into the seat beside Ephram and picked up a spoon off the table.
Remy bit her lip. "I'm guessing the conversation with your brother didn't go so well." Remy said putting down her spoon. Remy could hardly believe that Amy was related to that jerk. If he touched her again she would...would..Oh my God.did she like him?
Amy looked up. "I don't want to talk about it." She replied with her mouth full of ice cream. Ephram and Remy nodded in agreement and they all drowned their sorrows or angers in that sundae.
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"Hey bud. How are you doing?" Bright said quietly sitting on the ground. His back leaned against a grave stone. "Dude, I think I did something stupid." He sighed and wished he could hear a reply. He shook his head. He knew exactly what Colin would say. "And that's any different from any other day?" He could picture him laughing. The wind whistled in the trees as he sat there.
"I said something stupid to Brown, and then to Amy. I kind of blamed Brown for well this." Bright licked his lips and pulled the letterman's jacket tightly around him. "And I shouldn't have because you and him were like friends and whatever." Bright shifted and ran and hand through his hair. "Amy is so pissed off at me and she's right, it is my fault you're not here." Bright's voice crackled as his spoke. A tear dripped onto his jacket.
He sniffed. "I just want it to be like old times."
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"My sister?" Bright asked sitting across the table from him.
"Yea, why not? She's smart, funny, and it's a bonus that she looks hot in that." Colin started but was cut off by Bright.
"Gross.ok, you are describing my sister here. I don't care if you go out with her, just shut up about that." Bright shivered. That was one of the grossest conversations he had ever had. It was right up there with the 'birds and the bees' in grade 8 with his dad. After that, he surprised himself that he still liked girls.
Colin laughed and threw a potato chip at him at hit him square in the nose.
"Dude! Don't even start!" Bright yelped as he rubbed his nose.
Colin grinned devilishly as he pulled a handful of chips out of the bag. Within seconds they were showered with chips; laughing like crazy.
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Bright shook his head at the memory. They had gotten in so much trouble when his dad walked in and his new suit was all greasy from the chips. He had to pay for the dry cleaning bill.
Bright sighed, wondering if he had actually didn't drink this wouldn't have happened. What if they didn't switch seats? Maybe they would have made it back by the fireworks. With Amy cooled down from seeing them drunk cuddled into Colin's arms, and Bright with his latest girlfriend in his, instead of being in hospital beds. Bright shook his head. He was so lucky. He made it out with a few scratches and some stitches.
He looked around him. He didn't realize that the sun was setting making the cemetery have an orange glow. He couldn't bear to go home. Sitting across from Amy was torture and his father always knew there was something wrong with them; usually because they weren't throwing insults back and forth in front of his eyes, so he sat, wondering what to do or where to go.
"Hey." A little voice called to him.
Bright looked up as a figure shivered in front of him. "Remy, what are you doing here.in a cemetery.without Brown?" She looked like she was freezing.
She rolled her eyes and tightened her grip on her elbows in hopes of getting them warm. "Walking home." Her teeth chattered. "I walk past here to get home."
Bright finally realized why she was freezing. She was only wearing a T- shirt. He immediately took his jacket off and wrapped it around her. It was like a weird habit. Like his brain forgot to ask him for permission before actually doing something. "I'll take you." He whispered.
"Wait." She whispered. She knelt down by Colin's grave. "Who's Colin?" She traced his name with her index finger; the curl of the C, the roundness of the O. She looked so innocent in his jacket tracing his best friend's name.
The silence haunted him and he dare not speak. He had nothing to say; Colin was the past. He was his best friend but he had to let go.
Remy's eyes fluttered up meeting his. She lay a hand on the black granite stone in front of her propping herself up. "Ok, let's go."
Bright nodded and turned. Remy was a step behind. She frowned knowing not to push him anymore, but she had to do something, nothing drastic, just something.
He felt her slip her tiny hand into his as they stepped onto the sidewalk. He considered everything that had happened. First she had punched him leaving him more colourful than a paint by numbers, then she sort of apologies after he yells at Ephram, and then she holds his hand. He wasn't sure what to do. But it felt good to have someone there beside him.
Her grip tightened. "I don't want to go home." She whispered.
Bright looked down at her. She was tall but he was still taller, he liked that. "Good, neither do I." He let go of her hand and pulled her in and put his hand around her waist. It was odd. They were a perfect mismatch.
They walked the streets and came across a bench, one of the few in the village. town. city. of Everwood. "Why don't you want to go home?" He finally asked. The question was driving him crazy.
She scoffed and rolled her eyes. "My family moved in about a week ago," she paused taking a deep breath, "and my parent's have actually lived in our house for about two days to unpack. What does that tell you about my family life?" She sighed and shoved her hands into his jacket pockets. "They are therapists and are constantly going to couple seminars making sure their marriage is ok and it is. But they don't realize that their relationship with me isn't. I'm more of a tenant then their teen."
Bright nodded, not knowing what else to do.
"Actually, I better go, it's almost 7, I should be getting to Ephram's." She leaned over and kissed his cheek. "Thanks Bright." She got up and left him sitting on the bench. He suddenly couldn't wait to get home. He shivered and rubbed his arm over his long sleeved shirt; it was getting cold.
A/N: Ok I know this was A LOT about Bright and Amy and I didn't mean it to happen. it just kind of did. I'm SOOOOO happy I got reviews saying they understood the punk aura thing. *whew* I was hoping I didn't have to explain it. Do you like the Remy/Bright thing? I wasn't too sure so I made it so they could stay friends if you (the reader) didn't like it. So you like? ( You don't like? ( In other words ..
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"Tell me what you said to him." Amy ordered taking the remote control out of Bright's hand and slammed it onto the table. If looks could kill Bright would be out cold.
He stared back. "Amy, it's none of your business." He said getting up and brushing against her. He stomped up the stairs and angrily sat on his desk chair. He might as well do homework.
Amy whipped open the door making it slam against the wall. "It is my business!" She screamed. "Ephram is my friend. You said something to him to make he storm out of here. You had no right."
Bright stood up; his bed was between them. "I told him the truth. He has caused nothing but trouble and you know it; him and his psychotic family. I actually feel sorry for the little kid. She has to live with a freak and a murderer."
Her jaw dropped. She couldn't believe what her brother was saying. "Ephram's dad wouldn't be in this situation if it hadn't been for you Bright! You're not a fucking angel either! It was your fault and you know it. Colin would be here if it weren't for you. How dare you even try to blame Ephram's dad!" By now tears were streaming down Amy's face. They stung her eyes and she hastily wiped them away; she only wanted her brother to see her angry. Her sadness was her weakness.
Bright stared at his little sister. He watched as she turned and left his room. He listened as the front door slammed closed signaling she had left. It was obvious what to do next. He had to talk to someone, or he might say something else stupid, as he usually did.
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Ephram sat across from Remy in the diner booth. It was only 4:30 so he decided not to order anything. Remy on the other hand was thinking something completely different.
"So you're crushing on Colorado Barbie right?" Remy said scooping a spoonful of whipped cream off the absolutely huge ice cream sundae that sat in front of her.
"What?" Ephram replied irritably.
"Amy." She replied rolling her eyes. Sure he could be sarcastic whenever he wanted to. But when she tried to lighten up the situation, she was a pest; a nuisance. The ice cream melted in her mouth giving her shivers down her spine. "Yum.." She murmured waiting for Ephram's reply.
Ephram rolled his eyes and swirled the ice around in his coke. Wasn't he the King of Anti-Social Mountain?
"Don't even try to lie. I know you do. I knew it last year, with Katherine. I knew it in kindergarten when you liked that one girl who didn't eat paste." Remy smiled. She had this weird way of knowing. Maybe it was because they were basically always together when they were in diapers.
"You didn't eat paste." Ephram pointed out; he finally gave into the lure of the ice cream by picking up a spoon.
"Yea, but I was more of a guy than a girl. While the girls were on the swings I was kicking your ass at soccer baseball."
Remy waved to someone behind Ephram, she smiled happily. Amy collapsed into the seat beside Ephram and picked up a spoon off the table.
Remy bit her lip. "I'm guessing the conversation with your brother didn't go so well." Remy said putting down her spoon. Remy could hardly believe that Amy was related to that jerk. If he touched her again she would...would..Oh my God.did she like him?
Amy looked up. "I don't want to talk about it." She replied with her mouth full of ice cream. Ephram and Remy nodded in agreement and they all drowned their sorrows or angers in that sundae.
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"Hey bud. How are you doing?" Bright said quietly sitting on the ground. His back leaned against a grave stone. "Dude, I think I did something stupid." He sighed and wished he could hear a reply. He shook his head. He knew exactly what Colin would say. "And that's any different from any other day?" He could picture him laughing. The wind whistled in the trees as he sat there.
"I said something stupid to Brown, and then to Amy. I kind of blamed Brown for well this." Bright licked his lips and pulled the letterman's jacket tightly around him. "And I shouldn't have because you and him were like friends and whatever." Bright shifted and ran and hand through his hair. "Amy is so pissed off at me and she's right, it is my fault you're not here." Bright's voice crackled as his spoke. A tear dripped onto his jacket.
He sniffed. "I just want it to be like old times."
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"My sister?" Bright asked sitting across the table from him.
"Yea, why not? She's smart, funny, and it's a bonus that she looks hot in that." Colin started but was cut off by Bright.
"Gross.ok, you are describing my sister here. I don't care if you go out with her, just shut up about that." Bright shivered. That was one of the grossest conversations he had ever had. It was right up there with the 'birds and the bees' in grade 8 with his dad. After that, he surprised himself that he still liked girls.
Colin laughed and threw a potato chip at him at hit him square in the nose.
"Dude! Don't even start!" Bright yelped as he rubbed his nose.
Colin grinned devilishly as he pulled a handful of chips out of the bag. Within seconds they were showered with chips; laughing like crazy.
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Bright shook his head at the memory. They had gotten in so much trouble when his dad walked in and his new suit was all greasy from the chips. He had to pay for the dry cleaning bill.
Bright sighed, wondering if he had actually didn't drink this wouldn't have happened. What if they didn't switch seats? Maybe they would have made it back by the fireworks. With Amy cooled down from seeing them drunk cuddled into Colin's arms, and Bright with his latest girlfriend in his, instead of being in hospital beds. Bright shook his head. He was so lucky. He made it out with a few scratches and some stitches.
He looked around him. He didn't realize that the sun was setting making the cemetery have an orange glow. He couldn't bear to go home. Sitting across from Amy was torture and his father always knew there was something wrong with them; usually because they weren't throwing insults back and forth in front of his eyes, so he sat, wondering what to do or where to go.
"Hey." A little voice called to him.
Bright looked up as a figure shivered in front of him. "Remy, what are you doing here.in a cemetery.without Brown?" She looked like she was freezing.
She rolled her eyes and tightened her grip on her elbows in hopes of getting them warm. "Walking home." Her teeth chattered. "I walk past here to get home."
Bright finally realized why she was freezing. She was only wearing a T- shirt. He immediately took his jacket off and wrapped it around her. It was like a weird habit. Like his brain forgot to ask him for permission before actually doing something. "I'll take you." He whispered.
"Wait." She whispered. She knelt down by Colin's grave. "Who's Colin?" She traced his name with her index finger; the curl of the C, the roundness of the O. She looked so innocent in his jacket tracing his best friend's name.
The silence haunted him and he dare not speak. He had nothing to say; Colin was the past. He was his best friend but he had to let go.
Remy's eyes fluttered up meeting his. She lay a hand on the black granite stone in front of her propping herself up. "Ok, let's go."
Bright nodded and turned. Remy was a step behind. She frowned knowing not to push him anymore, but she had to do something, nothing drastic, just something.
He felt her slip her tiny hand into his as they stepped onto the sidewalk. He considered everything that had happened. First she had punched him leaving him more colourful than a paint by numbers, then she sort of apologies after he yells at Ephram, and then she holds his hand. He wasn't sure what to do. But it felt good to have someone there beside him.
Her grip tightened. "I don't want to go home." She whispered.
Bright looked down at her. She was tall but he was still taller, he liked that. "Good, neither do I." He let go of her hand and pulled her in and put his hand around her waist. It was odd. They were a perfect mismatch.
They walked the streets and came across a bench, one of the few in the village. town. city. of Everwood. "Why don't you want to go home?" He finally asked. The question was driving him crazy.
She scoffed and rolled her eyes. "My family moved in about a week ago," she paused taking a deep breath, "and my parent's have actually lived in our house for about two days to unpack. What does that tell you about my family life?" She sighed and shoved her hands into his jacket pockets. "They are therapists and are constantly going to couple seminars making sure their marriage is ok and it is. But they don't realize that their relationship with me isn't. I'm more of a tenant then their teen."
Bright nodded, not knowing what else to do.
"Actually, I better go, it's almost 7, I should be getting to Ephram's." She leaned over and kissed his cheek. "Thanks Bright." She got up and left him sitting on the bench. He suddenly couldn't wait to get home. He shivered and rubbed his arm over his long sleeved shirt; it was getting cold.
A/N: Ok I know this was A LOT about Bright and Amy and I didn't mean it to happen. it just kind of did. I'm SOOOOO happy I got reviews saying they understood the punk aura thing. *whew* I was hoping I didn't have to explain it. Do you like the Remy/Bright thing? I wasn't too sure so I made it so they could stay friends if you (the reader) didn't like it. So you like? ( You don't like? ( In other words ..
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