A/N: I don't own Everwood. This is the last time I say this because it is
annoying. and yea. SO for future reference I DO NOT in any way own
Everwood, if I did I would be rich. I would know Gregory Smith and I would
be in heaven. Not literally. But yea.. I don't own Everwood, last time!
Remy stood in her room staring into the mirror in front of her. She bit her lip. What the hell does Bright see in me? She wondered; she instinctively began biting her thumb nail, chipping her freshly painted black nail polish off. "I'm just some freaky New Yorker, who moved to a new town. I'm nothing special. I'm just a girl with a bad attitude. and bad habits." She said aloud frowning at her nails.
She looked down at her clothes; a pair of faded blue jeans with patches all over them with an old red concert T-shirt that Ephram gave her. She laughed. It used to be his favourite; until Delia shrunk it in the dryer. She couldn't even read the band that was on it anymore, it had been worn so much since Ephram moved here. She felt it was appropriate to wear something Ephram gave her, seeing she was basically going to tell Bright to stop... doing whatever he was doing. It wasn't exactly stalking; more like reminding.
She sighed in frustration. If she hadn't moved to this small ass town/city/village/whatever she wouldn't be in this mess. Why the hell did I have to tell my parents that I would hate them forever if they didn't move us to here, Everwood Colorado, some place that shared a dot on a map with 3 other tiny towns, she thought in frustration, hugging one of her many pillows covered in patches.
They were one of her past hobbies. When she met Ephram in kindergarten, she took up the clarinet so they could play duets. She played until grade 2 and quit saying she hated it. Then she wanted to ride horses, and quit that after finding out she had to help muck out the stalls. The pillows were one of the hobbies she kept. Julia took it up with her in junior high and so she was constantly sewing now. And then there was singing. Ephram liked hearing her sing, especially when he played. Only Delia, Ephram, Julia and her voice coach had heard her sing. Her parents for once in her life understood when she quit the voice lessons after Julia died, and without question pulled her out of it.
It was the only time her parents actually cared.
She began walking towards the cemetery, thinking she should turn back and leave Bright there; maybe he would finally get the point.
Then her cell phone rang. She sighed and leaned against a building. "Hello?"
"Good I caught you." It was Ephram. What the hell was he calling her for? "I have to tell you something." He said excitedly.
"And that would be." She replied impatiently rubbing her forehead.
She could almost hear Ephram smiling on the other end of the line. "Say yes."
Remy frowned. "To what? Ephram you are the King of vague right now and I don't have time."
"Bright. I don't care. I don't want to stop you and Bright and whatever. Ok? My opinion doesn't matter. Say it! Say 'Ephram your opinion doesn't matter to me and I am not listening to your views on my love life.' Say it!"
Remy stood shocked leaning against the glass.
"SAY IT!!" Ephram yelped from the other end of the line.
"Ok!" She replied her eyes wide. "Ephram your opinion doesn't matter to me and I'm not listening to your views on my love life."
"Good." And he hung up.
Bright leaned against the granite stone with a pair of roses in hand. He bit his lip hoping Remy found the notes and would come. She had to.
She appeared at the gate and walked toward him. Bright took a deep breath and got up; dusting off his jeans and unbuttoning his letterman's jacket.
"Remy, I."
And she kissed him. It was like a flash of lightening, surging through his body, making his fingers go numb. She was electric, and he could feel her throughout his body and when she let go she was still there, like an essence of her. He could feel it.
He opened his eyes and looked at her. Her eyes were peacefully closed, and a smile danced on her lips, or was that essence of him.
"Yes." She whispered her eyes flashing open and breaking out in a grin; shivering and teeth chattering all at the same time.
He stared at her, unable to stand there anymore not hold her; being near her. He quickly took off his jacket and wrapped it around her freezing arms and put her arm around her waist pulling her out of the cemetery. "Let's go someplace warm." He whispered kissing the top of her head. "I want to know everything about you."
Remy smirked. "Like what? I'm just some New York freak."
"Like.Is Remy your real name?" Bright asked, letting go of her waist and grabbing her hand warming it with his.
She sighed, not wanting to tell him. "No.It's Remembrance."
Bright looked over at her. "Remembrance?"
"I was born on Remembrance Day! They thought it would be cute. It's not like I chose it myself!" She said defending her name even though she didn't really like it in the first place.
Bright laughed as Remy let go of his hand and crossed her arms.
"Hey don't be like that!" He laughed wrapping his arm around her shoulder pulling her in close; so close he could feel her warm breath against his chest in a rhythm; in and out. "Think about it; my name is Bright. There is no chance that I could change it into something that sounds normal."
Remy took a deep breath taking him in, the smell of cologne fill her mixed with roses. "I like your name." She whispered, huddling in his arm.
Bright kept walking, not sure where he was taking her. "I like you." He finally said in reply, pulling her in closer; knowing exactly where he wanted to take her.
Within a few minutes they stopped in front of his house. Remy looked up at the white house in front of her; freezing to her spot. She liked Bright and all but parents were a completely different story. Most didn't like her, but then again she always gave a reason for them to not like her.
Like with Den, she was a smoker and totally into drugs and all that, but she quit that when it fell out of her pocket at F's house, Julia wouldn't let her in the house after that until she proved she wasn't using. Those 4 months were hell in a hand basket. Then there was Neil; like Bright he was a jock; hockey and all that. His parents thought she was affecting his chances at a scholarship to some snooty college, and he ultimately broke up with her because of it.
She looked up at Bright. Was he the same? Was he going to have his fun and then just drop her because Mummy and Daddy said they didn't like her; she was affecting her chances at a scholarship; or worse, she wasn't like his old girlfriend? The blonde bimbo cheerleader, that looked good in pictures and during interviews. Was he another Neil?
He reached into his pocket and pulled out his keys to his truck in the driveway. "Come on, I want to show you somewhere." He smiled at her. "But first, it's freaking freezing out here!" He pulled her towards the house.
"No.No.No." she murmured as she dragged her feet.
Bright looked at her. "Rem is something wrong? No one is home other than my dad and he doesn't bite. He might give you a physical. Besides, I'm just going to grab another jacket." He laughed and Remy stood there rather rigid. "Fine, than I'll have to do the ultimate guy move."
Remy's eyebrows went up nervously. "And that would be?"
Bright grinned. "This." He replied, basically tossing her over his shoulder his ease taking her over the threshold and dropping her in the front hall. "See, my house didn't kill you!" He teased as he ran up the stairs quickly.
"I'm not worried about the house." She murmured under her breath and stood there quietly.
"Amy? Is that you?" a voice from a connecting room floated in getting louder as the man approached. Step, step, step; she could hear his shoes.
"Dammit." She cursed under her breath as a man, obviously Bright's dad stepped into the hall.
The man looked her up and down. She obviously didn't fit. "Hello." He said cautiously as he edged towards her. "I hate to be rude, but who are you?"
Remy stood there, trying to figure out an answer. She was no good at parents. Hell! Even her own parents didn't like her. The only parent that actually liked her was Ephram's mom and even sometimes she questioned that.
"Dad! Don't even think of questioning Remy!" Bright said bringing the attention away from Remy, for a second. "Do you have any idea how much graveling I had to do to even get her to look my way?" Bright yelped; jumping down the steps.
"You so did no gravel; you grabbed my." Remy didn't get to finish her sentence because of Bright's hand being clamped over her mouth.
Bright's voice seemed to jump 4 octaves. "Come on Remy lets go."
Remy giggled as Bright dragged her out of his house. "Nice meeting you Mr. Abbott."
"It's Doctor!" He yelled at them as they raced out the door.
Remy giggled as her hopped into Bright's truck and looked over at him; he was turning a deep crimson colour while turning the key bringing the vehicle to life with a roar. "I'm going to be holding that over your head forever you know that?"
"I know." He grumbled as he backed out of the driveway and sped off down the road. She scooted closer to him and rested her head on his shoulder. "Where are you taking me anyway?" She looked up at him curiously.
He grinned mysteriously. "That is a surprise."
Bright stopped the truck and jumped out pulling Remy out with him.
"Bright."
"Yea." He replied excitedly; looking around.
"It's a lake and a log." Remy said in monotone.
Bright frowned. The trees waved gently in the cool wind. "This is my favourite place in the world."
Remy looked up at him a grinned, wrapping her arms around his neck and giggled. "I guess it's not that bad."
He kissed her lips quickly and pulled her over to the fallen tree and quickly sat down on it.
"Why here?" She finally asked after about ten minutes of silence. She could understand why he liked the place. It was beautiful and quiet. But it didn't quite fit, Bright was the type of guy who couldn't stand sitting still for five minutes alone.
Bright bit his lip and wrapped his arm around her. "Colin was my best friend." He whispered. "Since we understood the meaning of best friends and this was the last place that we spent the perfect day together; just Colin, Amy and me."
"You mean your best friend is..."
Bright sniffed and shifted. "Gone." Even saying dead was hard because part of him believed that Colin was alive; that he was just sleeping in or on a trip; even though he had seen his friend's body in the casket, looking like a wax figurine, and put into the ground.
Remy wrapped her arms around him in a tight hug around his middle. "That happened to me too." She whispered into his chest. She sniffed and sat up, looking into his clear blue eyes. "It wasn't my best friend but my cousin. He was 12, he would be your age right now actually." She bit her thumbnail remembering him.
Bright stared at her. "What happened to him?" he whispered.
Remy blinked and stuffed her hands into the pockets of Bright's jacket. "I don't know. My parents never told me. They said they were protecting me, saving my memories of him." She shrugged. "I didn't even go to the funeral. I stayed at Ephram's house all week."
"Yea, well Colin was my fault. Even Amy blames me." He replied crossing his arms and looking at the gravel in front of him.
Remy bit her lip. "Let's get out of here." Bright nodded and began walking towards the truck. Remy knew no matter what Bright was going to need her there. For once someone needed her and it scared her. This was one of the times she couldn't mess it up and it was hard.
So she walked to the truck and hopped in. Bright stared ahead at the road ahead of him, his eyes not leaving it for a second. She scooted over and sat next to him resting her head on his shoulder, because nothing was different. He was still Bright. She just knew more than she bargained for.
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A/N: Ok well I REALLY like writing this story and I don't think I'm going to end it yet. OH and last chapter I forgot to say that the words in the last note that Bright gave to Remy was from the Simple Plan song -I'll meet you there and the rest are from the song If You're Gone by Matchbox 20.
Remy stood in her room staring into the mirror in front of her. She bit her lip. What the hell does Bright see in me? She wondered; she instinctively began biting her thumb nail, chipping her freshly painted black nail polish off. "I'm just some freaky New Yorker, who moved to a new town. I'm nothing special. I'm just a girl with a bad attitude. and bad habits." She said aloud frowning at her nails.
She looked down at her clothes; a pair of faded blue jeans with patches all over them with an old red concert T-shirt that Ephram gave her. She laughed. It used to be his favourite; until Delia shrunk it in the dryer. She couldn't even read the band that was on it anymore, it had been worn so much since Ephram moved here. She felt it was appropriate to wear something Ephram gave her, seeing she was basically going to tell Bright to stop... doing whatever he was doing. It wasn't exactly stalking; more like reminding.
She sighed in frustration. If she hadn't moved to this small ass town/city/village/whatever she wouldn't be in this mess. Why the hell did I have to tell my parents that I would hate them forever if they didn't move us to here, Everwood Colorado, some place that shared a dot on a map with 3 other tiny towns, she thought in frustration, hugging one of her many pillows covered in patches.
They were one of her past hobbies. When she met Ephram in kindergarten, she took up the clarinet so they could play duets. She played until grade 2 and quit saying she hated it. Then she wanted to ride horses, and quit that after finding out she had to help muck out the stalls. The pillows were one of the hobbies she kept. Julia took it up with her in junior high and so she was constantly sewing now. And then there was singing. Ephram liked hearing her sing, especially when he played. Only Delia, Ephram, Julia and her voice coach had heard her sing. Her parents for once in her life understood when she quit the voice lessons after Julia died, and without question pulled her out of it.
It was the only time her parents actually cared.
She began walking towards the cemetery, thinking she should turn back and leave Bright there; maybe he would finally get the point.
Then her cell phone rang. She sighed and leaned against a building. "Hello?"
"Good I caught you." It was Ephram. What the hell was he calling her for? "I have to tell you something." He said excitedly.
"And that would be." She replied impatiently rubbing her forehead.
She could almost hear Ephram smiling on the other end of the line. "Say yes."
Remy frowned. "To what? Ephram you are the King of vague right now and I don't have time."
"Bright. I don't care. I don't want to stop you and Bright and whatever. Ok? My opinion doesn't matter. Say it! Say 'Ephram your opinion doesn't matter to me and I am not listening to your views on my love life.' Say it!"
Remy stood shocked leaning against the glass.
"SAY IT!!" Ephram yelped from the other end of the line.
"Ok!" She replied her eyes wide. "Ephram your opinion doesn't matter to me and I'm not listening to your views on my love life."
"Good." And he hung up.
Bright leaned against the granite stone with a pair of roses in hand. He bit his lip hoping Remy found the notes and would come. She had to.
She appeared at the gate and walked toward him. Bright took a deep breath and got up; dusting off his jeans and unbuttoning his letterman's jacket.
"Remy, I."
And she kissed him. It was like a flash of lightening, surging through his body, making his fingers go numb. She was electric, and he could feel her throughout his body and when she let go she was still there, like an essence of her. He could feel it.
He opened his eyes and looked at her. Her eyes were peacefully closed, and a smile danced on her lips, or was that essence of him.
"Yes." She whispered her eyes flashing open and breaking out in a grin; shivering and teeth chattering all at the same time.
He stared at her, unable to stand there anymore not hold her; being near her. He quickly took off his jacket and wrapped it around her freezing arms and put her arm around her waist pulling her out of the cemetery. "Let's go someplace warm." He whispered kissing the top of her head. "I want to know everything about you."
Remy smirked. "Like what? I'm just some New York freak."
"Like.Is Remy your real name?" Bright asked, letting go of her waist and grabbing her hand warming it with his.
She sighed, not wanting to tell him. "No.It's Remembrance."
Bright looked over at her. "Remembrance?"
"I was born on Remembrance Day! They thought it would be cute. It's not like I chose it myself!" She said defending her name even though she didn't really like it in the first place.
Bright laughed as Remy let go of his hand and crossed her arms.
"Hey don't be like that!" He laughed wrapping his arm around her shoulder pulling her in close; so close he could feel her warm breath against his chest in a rhythm; in and out. "Think about it; my name is Bright. There is no chance that I could change it into something that sounds normal."
Remy took a deep breath taking him in, the smell of cologne fill her mixed with roses. "I like your name." She whispered, huddling in his arm.
Bright kept walking, not sure where he was taking her. "I like you." He finally said in reply, pulling her in closer; knowing exactly where he wanted to take her.
Within a few minutes they stopped in front of his house. Remy looked up at the white house in front of her; freezing to her spot. She liked Bright and all but parents were a completely different story. Most didn't like her, but then again she always gave a reason for them to not like her.
Like with Den, she was a smoker and totally into drugs and all that, but she quit that when it fell out of her pocket at F's house, Julia wouldn't let her in the house after that until she proved she wasn't using. Those 4 months were hell in a hand basket. Then there was Neil; like Bright he was a jock; hockey and all that. His parents thought she was affecting his chances at a scholarship to some snooty college, and he ultimately broke up with her because of it.
She looked up at Bright. Was he the same? Was he going to have his fun and then just drop her because Mummy and Daddy said they didn't like her; she was affecting her chances at a scholarship; or worse, she wasn't like his old girlfriend? The blonde bimbo cheerleader, that looked good in pictures and during interviews. Was he another Neil?
He reached into his pocket and pulled out his keys to his truck in the driveway. "Come on, I want to show you somewhere." He smiled at her. "But first, it's freaking freezing out here!" He pulled her towards the house.
"No.No.No." she murmured as she dragged her feet.
Bright looked at her. "Rem is something wrong? No one is home other than my dad and he doesn't bite. He might give you a physical. Besides, I'm just going to grab another jacket." He laughed and Remy stood there rather rigid. "Fine, than I'll have to do the ultimate guy move."
Remy's eyebrows went up nervously. "And that would be?"
Bright grinned. "This." He replied, basically tossing her over his shoulder his ease taking her over the threshold and dropping her in the front hall. "See, my house didn't kill you!" He teased as he ran up the stairs quickly.
"I'm not worried about the house." She murmured under her breath and stood there quietly.
"Amy? Is that you?" a voice from a connecting room floated in getting louder as the man approached. Step, step, step; she could hear his shoes.
"Dammit." She cursed under her breath as a man, obviously Bright's dad stepped into the hall.
The man looked her up and down. She obviously didn't fit. "Hello." He said cautiously as he edged towards her. "I hate to be rude, but who are you?"
Remy stood there, trying to figure out an answer. She was no good at parents. Hell! Even her own parents didn't like her. The only parent that actually liked her was Ephram's mom and even sometimes she questioned that.
"Dad! Don't even think of questioning Remy!" Bright said bringing the attention away from Remy, for a second. "Do you have any idea how much graveling I had to do to even get her to look my way?" Bright yelped; jumping down the steps.
"You so did no gravel; you grabbed my." Remy didn't get to finish her sentence because of Bright's hand being clamped over her mouth.
Bright's voice seemed to jump 4 octaves. "Come on Remy lets go."
Remy giggled as Bright dragged her out of his house. "Nice meeting you Mr. Abbott."
"It's Doctor!" He yelled at them as they raced out the door.
Remy giggled as her hopped into Bright's truck and looked over at him; he was turning a deep crimson colour while turning the key bringing the vehicle to life with a roar. "I'm going to be holding that over your head forever you know that?"
"I know." He grumbled as he backed out of the driveway and sped off down the road. She scooted closer to him and rested her head on his shoulder. "Where are you taking me anyway?" She looked up at him curiously.
He grinned mysteriously. "That is a surprise."
Bright stopped the truck and jumped out pulling Remy out with him.
"Bright."
"Yea." He replied excitedly; looking around.
"It's a lake and a log." Remy said in monotone.
Bright frowned. The trees waved gently in the cool wind. "This is my favourite place in the world."
Remy looked up at him a grinned, wrapping her arms around his neck and giggled. "I guess it's not that bad."
He kissed her lips quickly and pulled her over to the fallen tree and quickly sat down on it.
"Why here?" She finally asked after about ten minutes of silence. She could understand why he liked the place. It was beautiful and quiet. But it didn't quite fit, Bright was the type of guy who couldn't stand sitting still for five minutes alone.
Bright bit his lip and wrapped his arm around her. "Colin was my best friend." He whispered. "Since we understood the meaning of best friends and this was the last place that we spent the perfect day together; just Colin, Amy and me."
"You mean your best friend is..."
Bright sniffed and shifted. "Gone." Even saying dead was hard because part of him believed that Colin was alive; that he was just sleeping in or on a trip; even though he had seen his friend's body in the casket, looking like a wax figurine, and put into the ground.
Remy wrapped her arms around him in a tight hug around his middle. "That happened to me too." She whispered into his chest. She sniffed and sat up, looking into his clear blue eyes. "It wasn't my best friend but my cousin. He was 12, he would be your age right now actually." She bit her thumbnail remembering him.
Bright stared at her. "What happened to him?" he whispered.
Remy blinked and stuffed her hands into the pockets of Bright's jacket. "I don't know. My parents never told me. They said they were protecting me, saving my memories of him." She shrugged. "I didn't even go to the funeral. I stayed at Ephram's house all week."
"Yea, well Colin was my fault. Even Amy blames me." He replied crossing his arms and looking at the gravel in front of him.
Remy bit her lip. "Let's get out of here." Bright nodded and began walking towards the truck. Remy knew no matter what Bright was going to need her there. For once someone needed her and it scared her. This was one of the times she couldn't mess it up and it was hard.
So she walked to the truck and hopped in. Bright stared ahead at the road ahead of him, his eyes not leaving it for a second. She scooted over and sat next to him resting her head on his shoulder, because nothing was different. He was still Bright. She just knew more than she bargained for.
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A/N: Ok well I REALLY like writing this story and I don't think I'm going to end it yet. OH and last chapter I forgot to say that the words in the last note that Bright gave to Remy was from the Simple Plan song -I'll meet you there and the rest are from the song If You're Gone by Matchbox 20.