"Bright, you worry too much!" Remy giggled as she pulled him into her house
and flipped on the hall light. "My parents won't be home until Friday and
last I checked its Wednesday, so we have exactly two days. They won't walk
in on us making out! I swear. Scouts honor."
"GET OFF OF MY DAUGHTER AND OUT OF MY HOUSE!"
Bright wished he hadn't listened to Remy because Mr. Johnston looked extremely purple and his eyes were bulging. Even the little veins in his neck were staring to pop out. Bright jumped off her and was on his feet.
"Mister I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. I.I." Bright stuttered as Remy sat up and pulled her shirt down.
"Out!" He screamed pointing towards the door.
Remy stood up. "Dad! No, Bright is my boyfriend and we are sorry, but he isn't leaving." She spoke calmly and clearly. "Bright, leave and you're dead."
Her father walked to the door and pitched Bright's shoes onto the sidewalk. He reached and grabbed a coat from a hook and shoved it into Bright's face. "Leave." He growled.
Remy grabbed the leather jacket out of Bright's arms. "That belongs to me." She grabbed Bright by the hand and slipped on her shoes and stormed out of the house, slamming the big blue door behind her.
Bright was scared to talk. Remy griped his hand tightly and walked quickly; he was almost running to keep up with her. "Rem, where are we going?"
Remy shot a glare in his direction. "Ephram's." she said; obviously still angry. She looked over at him and slowed her pace. "Bright Abbott, you have just witnessed the famous Johnston family war."
Bright stopped, staring at her in disbelief. "You mean that happens all the time?"
"Why do you think I stay at Ephram's house so much? My parents hate me. I can't do anything right in their eyes. I wear baggy pants; I look like a boy. I wear a skirt; I look like a slut. I get good grades; I'm a nerd. I fail; I'm not good enough. Bright don't you get it? I will never be good enough to them. Not now, not ever."
Bright stared at her. She didn't even flinch, like this was normal for parents to not like their children. "You don't have to go to Ephram's" He whispered, smirking slyly.
Remy smiled. "Ok. You wouldn't by any chance have a way up to your window?"
"Ephram?" Remy whispered into her phone.
Ephram groaned on the other end of the line. "Remy what do you want? It's like 1:30 in the morning."
Remy giggled at the thought of Ephram. It was fun to torment him. "My parents will call you tomorrow morning because I took off with Bright. The story is I stayed at your place and I will be back at my house by noon. You got it?"
Ephram groaned at the thought of having to remember something. "You stayed at my house, back by noon to get clothes." He was half asleep.
"Good. You got it." Remy smiled.
"Can I go back to sleep now?" Ephram pleaded. She could hear him pouting.
Remy thought of saying no and then screaming the song that never ends into his ear. "Yes. Go to sleep."
"Score!" He mumbled hanging the phone up.
Remy looked up at the building in front of her. She would have to go through Amy's room to get to Bright's. She climbed up the lattice with ease, having much practice. The only thing that worried her was Amy's room, which was foreign to her. She crawled in and blinked in the darkness. One step, two, three.
"Dammit!" she yelped as she stubbed her toe on something hard.
The light flashed on revealing a terrified and drowsy Amy lying in her bed with a large paperweight in her hand ready to throw.
"Remy!" she whispered angrily and confused. "What the hell are you doing sneaking in my window and waking me up?"
Remy bit her lip and began to creep toward the door. "I climbed into the wrong window and I'm sorry." She shut the light off and dashed out of the room and tiptoed into Bright's who was sitting on his bed shaking his head.
"Having fun?" He teased
Remy narrowed her eyes and pushed him over making him collapse onto the mattress.
"O-oh...kinky." He grinned.
Remy rolled her eyes and took off her jacket. "One more sexual reference and you won't be able to have children."
Bright grinned even bigger. "Free birth control? Nice..."
"How is it possible for you to change everything I say into something sexual?" Remy asked frowning.
Bright got up and walked over to her wrapping his arms around her. "I don't know. It's a gift; most girls say."
"You suck." Remy said pushing him away playfully.
"Actually sweetie, I think that's your job." Bright said raising his eyebrows suggestively.
Remy poked his chest. "Watch it." She said seriously.
Bright's eyes flashed open into the blinding sunlight. He held tight Remy's body in his arms. He could feel the rhythm of her breathing and when she sighed breaking the pattern he knew she awake.
"Ugh!!" she groaned her arms flailing in hopes of blocking the light that shone in her eyes. He couldn't help but giggle. "Bright, you room sucks. It comes with a built in alarm clock."
"Bright! You better be up! Time for ch..." His mother said opening his door. "Oh my."
Bright looked like a deer in headlights, he swallowed, biting his lip. "Mom." he squeaked. He jumped out of the bed tossing the sheets off of him. "It.it's not what it looks like. I swear." He explained away.
Remy got out of the bed and tip toed toward the window. It wasn't that high of a jump to the ground. She could so make if it she really tried.
"Don't move, missy. Harold!" She yelled behind her. His mother leaned against the doorframe still half asleep.
Remy listened to the soft thuds that made its way to Bright's room. It was his father, she could tell.
"Rose, it's 7:30 on a Sunday morning; I don't find it necessary to." Dr. Abbott stopped in the doorway staring in awe. "Bright. What is your. your. whatever she is, doing here?"
Remy walked over to Bright. "I'm his girlfriend." She whispered back. "It's no big deal, it's not like we had sex or anything. I just needed a place to sleep."
Amy stumbled to Bright's room. "What's going on?" She had just awoken, her hair was a complete mess and she quickly rubbed the sleep from her eyes. "Oh hey Remy." She yawned, shrugging walking over to the washroom to brush her teeth.
"Well I'm glad someone other than Bright knew we had a guest sleeping in Bright's bed." Harold interjected sarcastically throwing up his hands in defeat. "Well Remy, I think it's about time you went home, your parents are probably worried sick."
Remy rolled her eyes at him. "Please." She scoffed. She picked up her shoes from beside Bright's bed and quickly brushed past Rose and Harold. "Bright I'll be at Brown's ok? Call my cell I'm not planning on going home." Dr. Abbott watched as she walked to Amy's room, tossed her shoes out the window and climbed down the lattice under her window.
"I'm nailing that window down." He commented as he turned to leave.
Rose slapped her husband's forearm lightly. "Harold."
Bright's father's eyes lay on him. "We'll talk after church. Get ready."
The car ride from church back to the Abbott's house was awkwardly silent. Amy smiled reassuringly over at Bright, who loosed his tie nervously and unconsciously played with it in his hands.
Dr. Abbott stopped the car in the driveway and put it in park. "Bright you get in the house and into the kitchen. We need a family discussion."
The entire family marched up the pathway and into the house; no one uttered a word, barely breathing. As Bright reached the kitchen his father exploded.
"Bright! What are you thinking?" His father's eyes shot judgmental stares at him. "A strange girl in your bed; tell me how the hell am I supposed to trust you after this!?"
His mother patted Bright hand. "Harold, maybe you should let Bright talk. Maybe he had a reason." His mother smiled up at him. The corners of her eyes crinkled. Most of those wrinkles were because of him. After this she would probably have twenty more.
His father's eyes darted from his mother to him. "Yes Bright, enlighten me. Tell me your reasons to have a girl whom you barely know in your bed."
Amy walked into the room and took to Bright's side. "You don't have to talk down to him. Remy is a good person and Bright knows her very well. I know her and she didn't do anything. Neither did Bright."
Bright swallowed and took a deep breath. "I was just helping her out. Her dad and she had a huge fight and she ran out. She was going to do to the Brown's place but I didn't want her walking the streets alone at night. So I just brought her here and I didn't ask you because you were already asleep."
He dad stared at him emotionless. "You do realize we have a guest room."
"She was upset. She fights with her parents all the time. They are constantly away, or working. I didn't want her to feel even more alone." Bright bit his lip. Remy didn't need another group of parents to hate her. She needed someone to like her around. Bright wanted his family to be those people.
Everyone's eyes wavered on Harold. He stood tall and confident, and his voice was certain. "Normally I wouldn't believe you; but this isn't very normal is it? Bright, this happens again, I will make sure you can't have children and I'm a doctor, I can make sure of that."
Bright watched as his father left the room while his mother hung off his arm congratulating him on a good decision. Amy looked at him smiling like mad.
"I can't believe I got away with that." He finally said gasping for breath after realizing he had been holding it for the last few minutes.
Amy shook her head and walked towards the stairs. "I'm surprised dad didn't castrate you right now."
"So why are you going through my closet?" Ephram asked watching Remy tear through his closet, tossing his clothes left and right.
Remy didn't stop for a second. "Ephram, I can't just go around and wear the clothes I wore yesterday. I may not care about fashion, but I do care about hygiene."
She suddenly immerged from his closet with a large box. "Ah ha!" She smiled triumphantly. "I knew I left a few items of clothes back at the old apartment." She took the box labeled 'Stuff' in Ephram's messy scrawl to his bed and tucked her leg under her.
Ephram followed her and looked inside the box. "You basically left half of your wardrobe at my house." He smiled remembering his old life.
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"Ephram is this stuff on the floor clean or dirty?" Julia yelled from his room as he sat on the piano bench.
Ephram shrugged and kept playing. "If it's folded its clean."
He then heard a shriek erupt through the apartment. "Ephram come here; right now!"
He stared in at his mom who stood there holding a black bra from her index finger. "Ok either you are cross dressing or you have had a girl in this room, undressing. Either way, you are in so much trouble."
"Ephram? Where are you?" Remy called from the foyer. They heard her light footsteps creep toward the room. "I have a date tonight and I'm looking for..." Remy stopped in her tracks and grinned. "My black bra! Exactly what I'm looking for! Thanks Mrs. B."
Remy snatched the bra from Ephram's awe struck mother's hand. "I knew I left it here the last time I stayed over!" Remy sauntered from the apartment without a care leaving Ephram's mother blushing like crazy.
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"EPHRAM!" Remy yelled into his ear making him jump. "You have been in la-la land for a while. I asked you a question."
Ephram shook his head and rubbed his ear. "Sorry what?"
"Have you seen my cap? Remember the one you bought me. It was black and it said 'Devil' in red writing? I miss it and I can't find it."
"Remy?"
Both of them looked up to a very guilty looking Delia. Delia stood there looking at the ground trying to dig her toe into the ground.
Remy got up and followed Delia to her room. Delia looked over at her dresser. On her dresser sat Remy's faded cap and a few pictures. Remy walked over to the dresser and stared into the faces in the pictures. There sat favourite pictures of Remy's. The semi-formal dance in grade eight with Ephram; her mother had begged her to act like a lady that night. Instead she jumped onto Ephram's back and had a blast. She looked at the others. She bit her lip. One of them was her favourite picture of all time. It was a fall day and Julia had taken them to central park. Ephram had just gotten a camera for his birthday and was snapping pictures like crazy. It was of Julia and Delia and her. They had run up behind Delia and caught her just barely, holding her in a big bear hug between them. Julia's eyes shone.
She had the same one at home beside her bed. In her room at home she didn't have any pictures of her real family. Only ones of Ephram, his family and her friends doing crazy drunken things, like dropping their cell phones into kegs and giggling as a friend had put a bucket on his head only to walk into a street light a few minutes later.
"I found it when we unpacked. Dad thought it was mine." Delia whispered bringing Remy out of her daydreams. "It reminded me of my mom and you."
Remy smiled and took her hat off the dresser and put it onto her head with a ponytail sticking out the back. "Thanks Kiddo for keeping it safe." Remy replied; giving Delia a hug.
Delia pulled out of her gasp and sat on the bed; she bit her lip nervously.
Remy frowned. "Is something else on your mind Dee-Dee?"
Delia nodded sighing. "What should I do if I like a boy who my good friend likes?"
Remy grinned, remembering the first time she ever had that talk with someone; that someone being Julia. "Well . . . what grade are you in, five; six?" Remy shook her head. "Never mind; doesn't matter. If he likes someone else, you're going to have to be his friend for now. You don't want to get into a fight with your friend over a boy." Remy bit her lip. "Who is he?" Remy couldn't help but giggle. There was a little bit of girl that was in her, beneath the tomboy layer.
Delia blushed uncontrollably. "I can't say." She pointed an accusing finger at her. "You'll tell."
Remy's jaw dropped. "I would not!"
"You told mom about Ephram's crush." Delia replied smirking.
Remy laughed a little. "That's because I figured that out on my own. It was so obvious. Hadn't he had been so nervous he would have got a date with her sooner."
Delia bit her lip again. "You have to promise not to tell."
Remy smiled remembering the promises she made when she was little. "I promise."
"Or get angry." Delia added; her eyes were wide and pleading.
Remy frowned. "Why would I get angry? I have no reason to get. . . Oh . . . I get it."
Delia jumped up in a panic. "You promised not to tell! You can't tell him!"
Remy put her hands on her shoulders. "Don't worry. I'm not angry and I won't tell Bright. It's cute." Remy smiled and got off the bed. "I better get back to Ephram."
Delia sat back down on her bed and pulled her legs close to her.
"You have good taste in guys though; very good taste." Rem smirked from the doorway making Delia smile a little bit.
"So, your back. . ." Ephram smirked holding up an old concert T-shirt that he knew Remy would eventually have. "I knew you couldn't resist my temptations for too long."
Remy rolled her eyes and snatched the shirt from his hands. "Oh yes Ephram; you're one sexy beast." She said in monotone. "I don't know how long I can until I can't resist throwing myself at."
Remy's cell rang from behind Ephram. "Remy can't reach the phone right now because she is doing unspeakable acts to lots and lots of guys."
"Ephram! You lay one hand on my girlfriend and I swear. . ." Bright threatened from the other end of the line making Ephram jump in fright.
Ephram tossed the cell into Remy's hands who angrily slapped his arm. "Hello?" she replied nervously, not sure whether she wanted the person on the other end to be her father or Bright after what Ephram had said.
"You aren't seriously doing unspeakable acts to Brown are you?" Bright asked laughing. "Because, I may not have much say in this but I think you should be doing unspeakable acts to no one but me."
Remy rolled her eyes. "Yea, it's a good thing you don't have any say in that matter." Remy walked into the hall and started downstairs. "So do they hate me?"
"No. You only sneaked into my room late at night, slept in my bed, scared the living shit out of my mom and talked back to my dad." Bright listed. "Why in the world wouldn't they like you?"
Remy sat onto one of the kitchen stools and rested her head in her hand. "Bright, you're so comforting."
"I know. But I have some even more comforting news." Bright replied not as enthusiastic as she would have hoped.
Remy bit her lip. "And that would be?"
"My parents want to meet you and your parents."
Remy's jaw dropped and she dropped her cell phone into the kitchen sink filled with water.
"Oh no."
A/N: Yup, so this was a REALLY hard chapter to write so I'm very proud of myself that I finished it. I'm SOOOO sorry that it took so long to post it. Bad me! So if you review and tell me what you think, I'll get started right away on the next chapter and maybe you won't have to wait so long (*wink, wink!!*). So Review!! Please!! Please!! Please!!!
~TOODLES!
"GET OFF OF MY DAUGHTER AND OUT OF MY HOUSE!"
Bright wished he hadn't listened to Remy because Mr. Johnston looked extremely purple and his eyes were bulging. Even the little veins in his neck were staring to pop out. Bright jumped off her and was on his feet.
"Mister I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. I.I." Bright stuttered as Remy sat up and pulled her shirt down.
"Out!" He screamed pointing towards the door.
Remy stood up. "Dad! No, Bright is my boyfriend and we are sorry, but he isn't leaving." She spoke calmly and clearly. "Bright, leave and you're dead."
Her father walked to the door and pitched Bright's shoes onto the sidewalk. He reached and grabbed a coat from a hook and shoved it into Bright's face. "Leave." He growled.
Remy grabbed the leather jacket out of Bright's arms. "That belongs to me." She grabbed Bright by the hand and slipped on her shoes and stormed out of the house, slamming the big blue door behind her.
Bright was scared to talk. Remy griped his hand tightly and walked quickly; he was almost running to keep up with her. "Rem, where are we going?"
Remy shot a glare in his direction. "Ephram's." she said; obviously still angry. She looked over at him and slowed her pace. "Bright Abbott, you have just witnessed the famous Johnston family war."
Bright stopped, staring at her in disbelief. "You mean that happens all the time?"
"Why do you think I stay at Ephram's house so much? My parents hate me. I can't do anything right in their eyes. I wear baggy pants; I look like a boy. I wear a skirt; I look like a slut. I get good grades; I'm a nerd. I fail; I'm not good enough. Bright don't you get it? I will never be good enough to them. Not now, not ever."
Bright stared at her. She didn't even flinch, like this was normal for parents to not like their children. "You don't have to go to Ephram's" He whispered, smirking slyly.
Remy smiled. "Ok. You wouldn't by any chance have a way up to your window?"
"Ephram?" Remy whispered into her phone.
Ephram groaned on the other end of the line. "Remy what do you want? It's like 1:30 in the morning."
Remy giggled at the thought of Ephram. It was fun to torment him. "My parents will call you tomorrow morning because I took off with Bright. The story is I stayed at your place and I will be back at my house by noon. You got it?"
Ephram groaned at the thought of having to remember something. "You stayed at my house, back by noon to get clothes." He was half asleep.
"Good. You got it." Remy smiled.
"Can I go back to sleep now?" Ephram pleaded. She could hear him pouting.
Remy thought of saying no and then screaming the song that never ends into his ear. "Yes. Go to sleep."
"Score!" He mumbled hanging the phone up.
Remy looked up at the building in front of her. She would have to go through Amy's room to get to Bright's. She climbed up the lattice with ease, having much practice. The only thing that worried her was Amy's room, which was foreign to her. She crawled in and blinked in the darkness. One step, two, three.
"Dammit!" she yelped as she stubbed her toe on something hard.
The light flashed on revealing a terrified and drowsy Amy lying in her bed with a large paperweight in her hand ready to throw.
"Remy!" she whispered angrily and confused. "What the hell are you doing sneaking in my window and waking me up?"
Remy bit her lip and began to creep toward the door. "I climbed into the wrong window and I'm sorry." She shut the light off and dashed out of the room and tiptoed into Bright's who was sitting on his bed shaking his head.
"Having fun?" He teased
Remy narrowed her eyes and pushed him over making him collapse onto the mattress.
"O-oh...kinky." He grinned.
Remy rolled her eyes and took off her jacket. "One more sexual reference and you won't be able to have children."
Bright grinned even bigger. "Free birth control? Nice..."
"How is it possible for you to change everything I say into something sexual?" Remy asked frowning.
Bright got up and walked over to her wrapping his arms around her. "I don't know. It's a gift; most girls say."
"You suck." Remy said pushing him away playfully.
"Actually sweetie, I think that's your job." Bright said raising his eyebrows suggestively.
Remy poked his chest. "Watch it." She said seriously.
Bright's eyes flashed open into the blinding sunlight. He held tight Remy's body in his arms. He could feel the rhythm of her breathing and when she sighed breaking the pattern he knew she awake.
"Ugh!!" she groaned her arms flailing in hopes of blocking the light that shone in her eyes. He couldn't help but giggle. "Bright, you room sucks. It comes with a built in alarm clock."
"Bright! You better be up! Time for ch..." His mother said opening his door. "Oh my."
Bright looked like a deer in headlights, he swallowed, biting his lip. "Mom." he squeaked. He jumped out of the bed tossing the sheets off of him. "It.it's not what it looks like. I swear." He explained away.
Remy got out of the bed and tip toed toward the window. It wasn't that high of a jump to the ground. She could so make if it she really tried.
"Don't move, missy. Harold!" She yelled behind her. His mother leaned against the doorframe still half asleep.
Remy listened to the soft thuds that made its way to Bright's room. It was his father, she could tell.
"Rose, it's 7:30 on a Sunday morning; I don't find it necessary to." Dr. Abbott stopped in the doorway staring in awe. "Bright. What is your. your. whatever she is, doing here?"
Remy walked over to Bright. "I'm his girlfriend." She whispered back. "It's no big deal, it's not like we had sex or anything. I just needed a place to sleep."
Amy stumbled to Bright's room. "What's going on?" She had just awoken, her hair was a complete mess and she quickly rubbed the sleep from her eyes. "Oh hey Remy." She yawned, shrugging walking over to the washroom to brush her teeth.
"Well I'm glad someone other than Bright knew we had a guest sleeping in Bright's bed." Harold interjected sarcastically throwing up his hands in defeat. "Well Remy, I think it's about time you went home, your parents are probably worried sick."
Remy rolled her eyes at him. "Please." She scoffed. She picked up her shoes from beside Bright's bed and quickly brushed past Rose and Harold. "Bright I'll be at Brown's ok? Call my cell I'm not planning on going home." Dr. Abbott watched as she walked to Amy's room, tossed her shoes out the window and climbed down the lattice under her window.
"I'm nailing that window down." He commented as he turned to leave.
Rose slapped her husband's forearm lightly. "Harold."
Bright's father's eyes lay on him. "We'll talk after church. Get ready."
The car ride from church back to the Abbott's house was awkwardly silent. Amy smiled reassuringly over at Bright, who loosed his tie nervously and unconsciously played with it in his hands.
Dr. Abbott stopped the car in the driveway and put it in park. "Bright you get in the house and into the kitchen. We need a family discussion."
The entire family marched up the pathway and into the house; no one uttered a word, barely breathing. As Bright reached the kitchen his father exploded.
"Bright! What are you thinking?" His father's eyes shot judgmental stares at him. "A strange girl in your bed; tell me how the hell am I supposed to trust you after this!?"
His mother patted Bright hand. "Harold, maybe you should let Bright talk. Maybe he had a reason." His mother smiled up at him. The corners of her eyes crinkled. Most of those wrinkles were because of him. After this she would probably have twenty more.
His father's eyes darted from his mother to him. "Yes Bright, enlighten me. Tell me your reasons to have a girl whom you barely know in your bed."
Amy walked into the room and took to Bright's side. "You don't have to talk down to him. Remy is a good person and Bright knows her very well. I know her and she didn't do anything. Neither did Bright."
Bright swallowed and took a deep breath. "I was just helping her out. Her dad and she had a huge fight and she ran out. She was going to do to the Brown's place but I didn't want her walking the streets alone at night. So I just brought her here and I didn't ask you because you were already asleep."
He dad stared at him emotionless. "You do realize we have a guest room."
"She was upset. She fights with her parents all the time. They are constantly away, or working. I didn't want her to feel even more alone." Bright bit his lip. Remy didn't need another group of parents to hate her. She needed someone to like her around. Bright wanted his family to be those people.
Everyone's eyes wavered on Harold. He stood tall and confident, and his voice was certain. "Normally I wouldn't believe you; but this isn't very normal is it? Bright, this happens again, I will make sure you can't have children and I'm a doctor, I can make sure of that."
Bright watched as his father left the room while his mother hung off his arm congratulating him on a good decision. Amy looked at him smiling like mad.
"I can't believe I got away with that." He finally said gasping for breath after realizing he had been holding it for the last few minutes.
Amy shook her head and walked towards the stairs. "I'm surprised dad didn't castrate you right now."
"So why are you going through my closet?" Ephram asked watching Remy tear through his closet, tossing his clothes left and right.
Remy didn't stop for a second. "Ephram, I can't just go around and wear the clothes I wore yesterday. I may not care about fashion, but I do care about hygiene."
She suddenly immerged from his closet with a large box. "Ah ha!" She smiled triumphantly. "I knew I left a few items of clothes back at the old apartment." She took the box labeled 'Stuff' in Ephram's messy scrawl to his bed and tucked her leg under her.
Ephram followed her and looked inside the box. "You basically left half of your wardrobe at my house." He smiled remembering his old life.
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"Ephram is this stuff on the floor clean or dirty?" Julia yelled from his room as he sat on the piano bench.
Ephram shrugged and kept playing. "If it's folded its clean."
He then heard a shriek erupt through the apartment. "Ephram come here; right now!"
He stared in at his mom who stood there holding a black bra from her index finger. "Ok either you are cross dressing or you have had a girl in this room, undressing. Either way, you are in so much trouble."
"Ephram? Where are you?" Remy called from the foyer. They heard her light footsteps creep toward the room. "I have a date tonight and I'm looking for..." Remy stopped in her tracks and grinned. "My black bra! Exactly what I'm looking for! Thanks Mrs. B."
Remy snatched the bra from Ephram's awe struck mother's hand. "I knew I left it here the last time I stayed over!" Remy sauntered from the apartment without a care leaving Ephram's mother blushing like crazy.
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"EPHRAM!" Remy yelled into his ear making him jump. "You have been in la-la land for a while. I asked you a question."
Ephram shook his head and rubbed his ear. "Sorry what?"
"Have you seen my cap? Remember the one you bought me. It was black and it said 'Devil' in red writing? I miss it and I can't find it."
"Remy?"
Both of them looked up to a very guilty looking Delia. Delia stood there looking at the ground trying to dig her toe into the ground.
Remy got up and followed Delia to her room. Delia looked over at her dresser. On her dresser sat Remy's faded cap and a few pictures. Remy walked over to the dresser and stared into the faces in the pictures. There sat favourite pictures of Remy's. The semi-formal dance in grade eight with Ephram; her mother had begged her to act like a lady that night. Instead she jumped onto Ephram's back and had a blast. She looked at the others. She bit her lip. One of them was her favourite picture of all time. It was a fall day and Julia had taken them to central park. Ephram had just gotten a camera for his birthday and was snapping pictures like crazy. It was of Julia and Delia and her. They had run up behind Delia and caught her just barely, holding her in a big bear hug between them. Julia's eyes shone.
She had the same one at home beside her bed. In her room at home she didn't have any pictures of her real family. Only ones of Ephram, his family and her friends doing crazy drunken things, like dropping their cell phones into kegs and giggling as a friend had put a bucket on his head only to walk into a street light a few minutes later.
"I found it when we unpacked. Dad thought it was mine." Delia whispered bringing Remy out of her daydreams. "It reminded me of my mom and you."
Remy smiled and took her hat off the dresser and put it onto her head with a ponytail sticking out the back. "Thanks Kiddo for keeping it safe." Remy replied; giving Delia a hug.
Delia pulled out of her gasp and sat on the bed; she bit her lip nervously.
Remy frowned. "Is something else on your mind Dee-Dee?"
Delia nodded sighing. "What should I do if I like a boy who my good friend likes?"
Remy grinned, remembering the first time she ever had that talk with someone; that someone being Julia. "Well . . . what grade are you in, five; six?" Remy shook her head. "Never mind; doesn't matter. If he likes someone else, you're going to have to be his friend for now. You don't want to get into a fight with your friend over a boy." Remy bit her lip. "Who is he?" Remy couldn't help but giggle. There was a little bit of girl that was in her, beneath the tomboy layer.
Delia blushed uncontrollably. "I can't say." She pointed an accusing finger at her. "You'll tell."
Remy's jaw dropped. "I would not!"
"You told mom about Ephram's crush." Delia replied smirking.
Remy laughed a little. "That's because I figured that out on my own. It was so obvious. Hadn't he had been so nervous he would have got a date with her sooner."
Delia bit her lip again. "You have to promise not to tell."
Remy smiled remembering the promises she made when she was little. "I promise."
"Or get angry." Delia added; her eyes were wide and pleading.
Remy frowned. "Why would I get angry? I have no reason to get. . . Oh . . . I get it."
Delia jumped up in a panic. "You promised not to tell! You can't tell him!"
Remy put her hands on her shoulders. "Don't worry. I'm not angry and I won't tell Bright. It's cute." Remy smiled and got off the bed. "I better get back to Ephram."
Delia sat back down on her bed and pulled her legs close to her.
"You have good taste in guys though; very good taste." Rem smirked from the doorway making Delia smile a little bit.
"So, your back. . ." Ephram smirked holding up an old concert T-shirt that he knew Remy would eventually have. "I knew you couldn't resist my temptations for too long."
Remy rolled her eyes and snatched the shirt from his hands. "Oh yes Ephram; you're one sexy beast." She said in monotone. "I don't know how long I can until I can't resist throwing myself at."
Remy's cell rang from behind Ephram. "Remy can't reach the phone right now because she is doing unspeakable acts to lots and lots of guys."
"Ephram! You lay one hand on my girlfriend and I swear. . ." Bright threatened from the other end of the line making Ephram jump in fright.
Ephram tossed the cell into Remy's hands who angrily slapped his arm. "Hello?" she replied nervously, not sure whether she wanted the person on the other end to be her father or Bright after what Ephram had said.
"You aren't seriously doing unspeakable acts to Brown are you?" Bright asked laughing. "Because, I may not have much say in this but I think you should be doing unspeakable acts to no one but me."
Remy rolled her eyes. "Yea, it's a good thing you don't have any say in that matter." Remy walked into the hall and started downstairs. "So do they hate me?"
"No. You only sneaked into my room late at night, slept in my bed, scared the living shit out of my mom and talked back to my dad." Bright listed. "Why in the world wouldn't they like you?"
Remy sat onto one of the kitchen stools and rested her head in her hand. "Bright, you're so comforting."
"I know. But I have some even more comforting news." Bright replied not as enthusiastic as she would have hoped.
Remy bit her lip. "And that would be?"
"My parents want to meet you and your parents."
Remy's jaw dropped and she dropped her cell phone into the kitchen sink filled with water.
"Oh no."
A/N: Yup, so this was a REALLY hard chapter to write so I'm very proud of myself that I finished it. I'm SOOOO sorry that it took so long to post it. Bad me! So if you review and tell me what you think, I'll get started right away on the next chapter and maybe you won't have to wait so long (*wink, wink!!*). So Review!! Please!! Please!! Please!!!
~TOODLES!