A/N: I ONLY own Remy and family nothing else so don't sue! Besides. I don't
have any cash! LOL!!
Ephram lay on his bed flipping through a dog-eared 'graphic novel'. (A/N: I would be more specific but I don't have ANY expertise in comic books.) His thoughts drifted off. He wondered where Remy was, she was supposed to be here about 10 minutes ago. He began to worry; Remy hated being late for anything so this was unusual for her. He put the comic on his bedside table and swung his legs over the side of his bed and rested his hand in his hands.
Three taps on his window brought him back to reality. "Ephram!" a little whisper came from his window sill. Ephram's head darted around his room. "Ephram! Open this damn window before I break it!" Remy was clearly heard; he rushed to his window and opened it. She climbed in.
"You do realize my house has a front door." Ephram stated as Larisa collapsed onto his bed. She looked different. He couldn't put his finger on it; flushed, happy, almost giddy. It wasn't like her.
"Of course I do." She rolled her eyes. "But your dad doesn't like me." She giggled. "Remember in the seventh grade and I picked up a pack of cigarettes and we tried them?" She shook her head. "You're a bad influence on Ephram." she trailed off as she shook her index finger at Ephram who remembered the incident vividly.
He finally figured out what was so different. "That's Bright's jacket! Where did you get that?"
Remy looked down at herself; the red and yellow 'Miners' jacket flowed over her curves. The colour drained out of her face. "I.I." She stuttered. "I found it on a bench on the way home and I was cold so I picked it up." She lied to Ephram's face. She had never lied to him. She told him everything; they told each other everything.
The look that Ephram wore told her that he knew she was lying. Bright wouldn't leave that jacket behind his ass. It was his prized possession other than his hair.
"Ephram." His door creaked open. Andy looked in at his son; it didn't look good from his point of view. An unknown girl, wearing a lettermen's jacket laying on Ephram's bed and his son, in his boxers (He was ready for bed.) sitting on the edge of the same bed. "Uh." Andy said shaking his head.
"Hey Doc Brown! Remember me?" Remy grinned getting off the bed completely oblivious to the awkwardness Andy was suffering.
"No."
Remy rolled her eyes. She basically lived in his house and yet he still didn't remember her. Then again he was barely ever there in the old New York apartment. She was there more than he was. "Remy Johnston.My parents are Rita and Lewis."
"Oh! The therapists from New York! What are you doing in Everwood?" Andy perked up.
Remy hated the fact Ephram's dad remembered her by her invisible parents; she was more of a 'and you are the misfit daughter who is always up to no good! Good job!' accessory.
"I convinced them to come." She rolled her eyes again. "By the way they are in Wyoming." She turned to Ephram. "Another couple's therapy retreat." She rolled her eyes and turned back to Andy. "And I'm staying with Ephram like old times, because I'm not so comfortable in our new house alone." She grinned, walked over to Ephram's dresser found a pair of discarded pajama pants and walked past Andy to the washroom across the hall.
Andy stood with his mouth wide open. "Did she stay over in New York?" He asked amazed.
"Yea." Ephram replied sarcastically as he lay back onto his bed and picked up the discarded graphic novel.
"She isn't with you is she?" Andy asked quietly. "Like with..."
"Ew... No!" Ephram gagged. "Rem is my best friend. Gross. That's just wrong." He shivered.
"Oh." Andy replied quietly. "Then where is she sleeping?"
Ephram pointed to the couch on the opposite end of the room. "It's her couch anyways." He murmured as he ignored his father who began creeping out of his room.
Remy awoke with a start in a cold sweat. She realized she was hugging Bright's coat like a teddy and immediately dropped it. She had to get home; clean clothes, toothbrush, hairbrush. But she couldn't go wearing F's pajamas or yesterday's clothes. She quietly pulled out one of F's many concert T-shirts and a pair of track pants. She shook her head. Where did he get those from? She jumped into them and slipped on Bright's jacket; I smelt like him, it was a mixture of cologne and something else. She climbed out his window, quietly cursing on the way down and bolted.
Through the streets of Everwood at 4:30 am was calming. She looked behind her. It was too quiet. She suddenly hit a brick wall. "Oof."she muttered as she dusted herself off sitting on the sidewalk.
"Hey you ought to watch where you're going, private." A stern voice replied. It was an elderly woman staring down at her.
"Oh sorry." Remy said getting up off the ground.
"Hey, that's not yours." The woman said running her fingers along the number on the sleeve of Bright's jacket. "That's my grandson's. Are you his newest catch?" she said smirking.
"No. Of course I'm not." Remy said taking a step back. She didn't sound too convincing. She just wanted to get home.
"Uh-huh." The woman smirked. "By the way, I'm Edna Harper. Watch where you're going." She woman shook her head and jogged past.
Remy sighed; this jacket was causing more trouble than it was worth.
Bright woke up and stretched. Yesterday was just a dream. A girl didn't beat him up between 4th and 5th periods, he didn't blame Brown's family for Colin's death, he didn't give his letterman's jacket to that same girl, he didn't miss dinner and he sure as hell didn't like Brown's friend, not even a little bit. He rubbed his eyes. "Damn it!" He yelped in pain. Obviously he was wrong.
He opened his closet revealing that his jacket was gone. That meant everything was true. But he didn't like that girl. She was a punk. His type was blonde haired, blue eyed, mini skirt wearing, midriff showing, belly button pierced, girl that hung off his arm and basically worshiped the land he walked on. Not a girl who wore black T-shirts, baggy pants, green converse shoes and had dark hair. He wanted pin up model.
He tossed on clothes and made his way down stairs and decided to get to school early. He refused to let Amy see him. Amy was ready to tear his eyes out. He hated the fact that she had the right to be angry at him. He quietly grabbed the keys off the table by the door a crept out the door.
He silently closed the front door and walked outside where he saw a girl with a dark ponytail, a worn out leather jacket and a black skirt trying to pick the lock to his truck. "Hey!" He yelled. No girl was going to steal his only mode of transportation. The girl turned around.
"Bright." Remy whispered. His jacket was draped over her arm. "I wasn't trying to steal it. I was trying to give back your jacket. I didn't want to ring the doorbell." she admitted as she blushed uncontrollably.
Bright swallowed. Remember I don't like her. She is nothing. She was cold. She is Ephram's friend. I don't like her. Bright thought to himself as he stepped toward her and took his jacket out of her hands and put it on. "Do you want a ride?" He asked. Yet again, his brain did something without consulting him again.
Remy nodded.
Immediately Bright walked to the other side of the truck and opened the door. His brain wouldn't stop. I don't like her. I don't like her. He chanted in his thoughts. A little voice in the back of his mind finally spoke as he walked to the driver's side and got in. No you love her. He bit his lip as he turned the key bringing the engine to life. He backed out of the driveway. I don't like her. I do not. I can't. I won't. He drove along angry and silent, refusing to look at her.
He pulled into the school parking lot. It was empty and quiet. It was never like this. Remy got out at the same time he did, escaping the silence of the truck. He leaned against the bumper. Remy followed suit and leaned beside him.
"We should talk. We talked last night and it's not like we did anything." Remy whispered. It was true. All they did was walk around. All she did was wear his jacket.
Bright nodded. "We didn't do anything." He echoed. "Then this shouldn't be so hard."
"Exactly." she replied smiling turning towards him.
He turned and looked at her. Her hazel eyes shimmered at him. She was the complete opposite to his type yet suddenly he didn't care.
He put his hand on her cheek and their lips met. He closed his eyes. He felt her hands reach his neck and explore his hair. He pulled her closer.
A few beeps from the street interrupted them, separating them like a piece of glass was placed between them. Remy grabbed her canvas bag and walked toward the school. Bright waved to a stupid friend and watched her leave. How could that, be so perfect with her not being his perfect match, he wondered. He suddenly had this huge revelation. What if his type, wasn't his perfect match? What if she was?
A/N: I hope you liked this chapter. This time Remy had A LOT of stuff. Not sure why but it happened. So yea, R&R..
~ TOODLES!
Ephram lay on his bed flipping through a dog-eared 'graphic novel'. (A/N: I would be more specific but I don't have ANY expertise in comic books.) His thoughts drifted off. He wondered where Remy was, she was supposed to be here about 10 minutes ago. He began to worry; Remy hated being late for anything so this was unusual for her. He put the comic on his bedside table and swung his legs over the side of his bed and rested his hand in his hands.
Three taps on his window brought him back to reality. "Ephram!" a little whisper came from his window sill. Ephram's head darted around his room. "Ephram! Open this damn window before I break it!" Remy was clearly heard; he rushed to his window and opened it. She climbed in.
"You do realize my house has a front door." Ephram stated as Larisa collapsed onto his bed. She looked different. He couldn't put his finger on it; flushed, happy, almost giddy. It wasn't like her.
"Of course I do." She rolled her eyes. "But your dad doesn't like me." She giggled. "Remember in the seventh grade and I picked up a pack of cigarettes and we tried them?" She shook her head. "You're a bad influence on Ephram." she trailed off as she shook her index finger at Ephram who remembered the incident vividly.
He finally figured out what was so different. "That's Bright's jacket! Where did you get that?"
Remy looked down at herself; the red and yellow 'Miners' jacket flowed over her curves. The colour drained out of her face. "I.I." She stuttered. "I found it on a bench on the way home and I was cold so I picked it up." She lied to Ephram's face. She had never lied to him. She told him everything; they told each other everything.
The look that Ephram wore told her that he knew she was lying. Bright wouldn't leave that jacket behind his ass. It was his prized possession other than his hair.
"Ephram." His door creaked open. Andy looked in at his son; it didn't look good from his point of view. An unknown girl, wearing a lettermen's jacket laying on Ephram's bed and his son, in his boxers (He was ready for bed.) sitting on the edge of the same bed. "Uh." Andy said shaking his head.
"Hey Doc Brown! Remember me?" Remy grinned getting off the bed completely oblivious to the awkwardness Andy was suffering.
"No."
Remy rolled her eyes. She basically lived in his house and yet he still didn't remember her. Then again he was barely ever there in the old New York apartment. She was there more than he was. "Remy Johnston.My parents are Rita and Lewis."
"Oh! The therapists from New York! What are you doing in Everwood?" Andy perked up.
Remy hated the fact Ephram's dad remembered her by her invisible parents; she was more of a 'and you are the misfit daughter who is always up to no good! Good job!' accessory.
"I convinced them to come." She rolled her eyes again. "By the way they are in Wyoming." She turned to Ephram. "Another couple's therapy retreat." She rolled her eyes and turned back to Andy. "And I'm staying with Ephram like old times, because I'm not so comfortable in our new house alone." She grinned, walked over to Ephram's dresser found a pair of discarded pajama pants and walked past Andy to the washroom across the hall.
Andy stood with his mouth wide open. "Did she stay over in New York?" He asked amazed.
"Yea." Ephram replied sarcastically as he lay back onto his bed and picked up the discarded graphic novel.
"She isn't with you is she?" Andy asked quietly. "Like with..."
"Ew... No!" Ephram gagged. "Rem is my best friend. Gross. That's just wrong." He shivered.
"Oh." Andy replied quietly. "Then where is she sleeping?"
Ephram pointed to the couch on the opposite end of the room. "It's her couch anyways." He murmured as he ignored his father who began creeping out of his room.
Remy awoke with a start in a cold sweat. She realized she was hugging Bright's coat like a teddy and immediately dropped it. She had to get home; clean clothes, toothbrush, hairbrush. But she couldn't go wearing F's pajamas or yesterday's clothes. She quietly pulled out one of F's many concert T-shirts and a pair of track pants. She shook her head. Where did he get those from? She jumped into them and slipped on Bright's jacket; I smelt like him, it was a mixture of cologne and something else. She climbed out his window, quietly cursing on the way down and bolted.
Through the streets of Everwood at 4:30 am was calming. She looked behind her. It was too quiet. She suddenly hit a brick wall. "Oof."she muttered as she dusted herself off sitting on the sidewalk.
"Hey you ought to watch where you're going, private." A stern voice replied. It was an elderly woman staring down at her.
"Oh sorry." Remy said getting up off the ground.
"Hey, that's not yours." The woman said running her fingers along the number on the sleeve of Bright's jacket. "That's my grandson's. Are you his newest catch?" she said smirking.
"No. Of course I'm not." Remy said taking a step back. She didn't sound too convincing. She just wanted to get home.
"Uh-huh." The woman smirked. "By the way, I'm Edna Harper. Watch where you're going." She woman shook her head and jogged past.
Remy sighed; this jacket was causing more trouble than it was worth.
Bright woke up and stretched. Yesterday was just a dream. A girl didn't beat him up between 4th and 5th periods, he didn't blame Brown's family for Colin's death, he didn't give his letterman's jacket to that same girl, he didn't miss dinner and he sure as hell didn't like Brown's friend, not even a little bit. He rubbed his eyes. "Damn it!" He yelped in pain. Obviously he was wrong.
He opened his closet revealing that his jacket was gone. That meant everything was true. But he didn't like that girl. She was a punk. His type was blonde haired, blue eyed, mini skirt wearing, midriff showing, belly button pierced, girl that hung off his arm and basically worshiped the land he walked on. Not a girl who wore black T-shirts, baggy pants, green converse shoes and had dark hair. He wanted pin up model.
He tossed on clothes and made his way down stairs and decided to get to school early. He refused to let Amy see him. Amy was ready to tear his eyes out. He hated the fact that she had the right to be angry at him. He quietly grabbed the keys off the table by the door a crept out the door.
He silently closed the front door and walked outside where he saw a girl with a dark ponytail, a worn out leather jacket and a black skirt trying to pick the lock to his truck. "Hey!" He yelled. No girl was going to steal his only mode of transportation. The girl turned around.
"Bright." Remy whispered. His jacket was draped over her arm. "I wasn't trying to steal it. I was trying to give back your jacket. I didn't want to ring the doorbell." she admitted as she blushed uncontrollably.
Bright swallowed. Remember I don't like her. She is nothing. She was cold. She is Ephram's friend. I don't like her. Bright thought to himself as he stepped toward her and took his jacket out of her hands and put it on. "Do you want a ride?" He asked. Yet again, his brain did something without consulting him again.
Remy nodded.
Immediately Bright walked to the other side of the truck and opened the door. His brain wouldn't stop. I don't like her. I don't like her. He chanted in his thoughts. A little voice in the back of his mind finally spoke as he walked to the driver's side and got in. No you love her. He bit his lip as he turned the key bringing the engine to life. He backed out of the driveway. I don't like her. I do not. I can't. I won't. He drove along angry and silent, refusing to look at her.
He pulled into the school parking lot. It was empty and quiet. It was never like this. Remy got out at the same time he did, escaping the silence of the truck. He leaned against the bumper. Remy followed suit and leaned beside him.
"We should talk. We talked last night and it's not like we did anything." Remy whispered. It was true. All they did was walk around. All she did was wear his jacket.
Bright nodded. "We didn't do anything." He echoed. "Then this shouldn't be so hard."
"Exactly." she replied smiling turning towards him.
He turned and looked at her. Her hazel eyes shimmered at him. She was the complete opposite to his type yet suddenly he didn't care.
He put his hand on her cheek and their lips met. He closed his eyes. He felt her hands reach his neck and explore his hair. He pulled her closer.
A few beeps from the street interrupted them, separating them like a piece of glass was placed between them. Remy grabbed her canvas bag and walked toward the school. Bright waved to a stupid friend and watched her leave. How could that, be so perfect with her not being his perfect match, he wondered. He suddenly had this huge revelation. What if his type, wasn't his perfect match? What if she was?
A/N: I hope you liked this chapter. This time Remy had A LOT of stuff. Not sure why but it happened. So yea, R&R..
~ TOODLES!