Amy swallowed nervously as she walked in the door. She had this odd feeling
Bright wasn't going to be too pleased with the fact that Remy was spending
her first moments with Ephram and not him.
"Amy!" She heard her name being called from one of the rooms around her. She held back a chuckle as Bright slid from the kitchen into the foyer.
She smiled. "Bright; you look better. Out of bed; that's good."
Bright's eyes sparkled excitedly as if it was his birthday. "What did she say!"
"Shut up!" she hissed. "Come on, upstairs."
Bright bounded up the stairs; waiting eagerly for the news Amy had. "So, what did she say? Did she say anything about me? When does she want to see me?"
Amy shrugged as she walked into her room and sitting on her bed with Bright taking the desk chair. "She was pretty quiet. She wanted to be home so she could be there for Chanukah, because of something with Ephram and his mom and all."
Bright rolled his eyes. "Ok enough of Brown. She is spending time with him now. I want to know what she said about me!"
"She missed you."
Bright spun in the chair, raising his arms in victory. "Yes!!!"
Amy shook her head. "Ephram is supposed to call later when it's ok to call her."
Bright abruptly stopped. "Which is when?"
"Later." Amy replied shrugging.
"You aren't helping you realize that."
She nodded. "Yeah. But I'm just passing along the information. Don't kill the messenger."
"Your dad's office! Ephram are you crazy or just stupid!"
Ephram frowned. "Neither, besides it's a great plan."
Remy rolled her eyes and began pacing the length of his room. "What happened to you? You we're my go to guy. Now you're trying to get me caught! Not only is this not a good idea, its suicide! First of all, your dad works there. Secondly do you have any idea how hard it would be to sneak me in there? And thirdly; my parents are psychiatrists; they are constantly doing work with him!" Remy listed angrily.
"Sh! My dad will hear you!" Ephram warned.
"Exactly!" Remy yelled throwing her arms in the air. "He would hear me!"
"Remy! Shut up!" Ephram warned clamping his hand over her mouth.
"Ephram! What's going on up there?" His father called from the kitchen.
Ephram shushed Remy and unlocked the door. "Sorry dad. Practicing something for. . . Drama class."
"Oh. I didn't know you took drama." Andy called up suspiciously.
Ephram swallowed the lump in his throat nervously. "Uh. . . Yeah. You know broadening my horizons. Didn't you say colleges liked well rounded students?"
"Oh, well ok." Andy called up the stairs convinced. "Good job Ephram."
Ephram slowly closed the door and locked it, sighing in relief.
"You may not be my go to guy anymore, but you are good at making believable lies." Remy commented shaking her head. "So are we going now or later?"
Bright sat uneasily alert in the living room. At any movement he would jump.
Harold realized that this was unusual behavior even for his son, who could be a bonehead sometimes.
"Harold, what's wrong with Bright?" Rose asked in a whisper, sneaking up behind him making him jump.
Harold shot a look at his wife quickly and returned to staring at his son from the doorway. "I'm not sure Rose. I have a feeling it has something to do with that girlfriend of his."
"Maybe he's worried about her running off." Rose suggested, watching Bright rock back and forth on the chair.
"I don't know Rose. Why don't you ask him?" Harold replied shortly.
Rose shook her head furiously. "I don't want to disturb him."
Harold rolled his eyes. "I doubt you would disturb him. He hasn't been doing anything."
Rose pouted. "He looks peaceful. He isn't running around. He isn't blasting his music."
He turned on his heel to stare his wife in the eye. "Our son looks more disturbed than Brittany Murphy in 'Don't Say a Word'!" Harold looked back at Bright who was now humming some unrecognizable tune. "He's like a serial killer in training. Rose, you better hide the butcher knife."
"Harold!" she yelped swatting at her husband's arm making Bright in the other room jump and return to twiddling his thumbs. "That's our son you're talking about!" Rose said lowering her voice. "Go talk to him."
"What!" Harold yelped making Bright jump again. "I'm not going to talk to him. I gave him the sex talk after we found his girlfriend in his bed! It's your turn!"
Rose frowned. "There are no turns. This is obviously a time in Bright's life when he needs a strong father figure. This could be a defining moment in his life and you are letting it slip by!"
Harold shook his index finger. "You have been watching that whack-job Dr. Phil again; haven't you? You have no idea if he has any credentials!"
"Go." Rose ordered shoving her husband into the living room.
Harold cleared his throat, looking back at his wife who was hiding behind the doorframe, making Bright shiver and barely notice his father's prescence.
"Son."
Bright looked over at his father. "Dad."
Harold nodded and sat beside his son at the other side of the couch. "We should talk."
"It was Amy!" Bright yelped, his eyes wide and wild. "Oh oops. Force of habit." Bright corrected himself and swallowed nervously.
"What was Amy?" Harold asked suspiciously.
Bright smiled nervously. "Nothing. I said it was a habit."
Harold licked his lips. "Uh huh. Amy was out all day in your truck. Where did she go?"
Bright shrugged. "No clue. She just said she needed to borrow my truck."
"It's odd that she borrows your truck the day Remy goes missing isn't it? Should she be here with you worrying?" Dr. Abbott asked smirking.
Bright shrugged. "Everyone has a different way of worrying. Some hid under their covers, some bond with friends and family, others go driving, and the rest seek silence."
"And some go do something about it."
"I guess, if you could do something about the situation, unlike us. We couldn't talk Remy out of running away. For all we know she could be in New York chugging a mocha latte right now." Bright replied tugging at the collar of his T-shirt.
Harold licked his lips. "Or she could be in Everwood, right under our noses, and ½ of this family knows where she may be."
Bright stared at his father with his mouth hanging open. "You and mom know where Remy is?"
"No! You and Amy! Bright tell me right now where she is!" Harold ordered getting up from the coach.
"I don't know where she is!" Bright answered not convincing his father.
"You're her boyfriend you know EXACTLY where she is. . ." Harold said drifting off. "Wait. Ephram! The Brown boy knows where she is! They are best friends! I bet Dr. Andrew Brown has no clue that she is probably in his house right now!" Dr. Abbott yelped, a plan forming in his brain.
Bright got up from the couch in a hurry. "Dad! Don't!"
"Rose! Come on get in the car!" His father yelped completely ignoring his pleas. "Rose!"
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A/N: I know it has been a while and I know that this is a short chapter. I know I'm cruel. I have been working on my other pieces. (My newest a Mighty Duck one! I was inspired after my brother pulled the movies out of his closet. A major marathon!) I swear! I have not given up on this one! SO Happy Holidays. I guess this is your little present! Happy Reading!
REVIEW!!
~Toodles!
"Amy!" She heard her name being called from one of the rooms around her. She held back a chuckle as Bright slid from the kitchen into the foyer.
She smiled. "Bright; you look better. Out of bed; that's good."
Bright's eyes sparkled excitedly as if it was his birthday. "What did she say!"
"Shut up!" she hissed. "Come on, upstairs."
Bright bounded up the stairs; waiting eagerly for the news Amy had. "So, what did she say? Did she say anything about me? When does she want to see me?"
Amy shrugged as she walked into her room and sitting on her bed with Bright taking the desk chair. "She was pretty quiet. She wanted to be home so she could be there for Chanukah, because of something with Ephram and his mom and all."
Bright rolled his eyes. "Ok enough of Brown. She is spending time with him now. I want to know what she said about me!"
"She missed you."
Bright spun in the chair, raising his arms in victory. "Yes!!!"
Amy shook her head. "Ephram is supposed to call later when it's ok to call her."
Bright abruptly stopped. "Which is when?"
"Later." Amy replied shrugging.
"You aren't helping you realize that."
She nodded. "Yeah. But I'm just passing along the information. Don't kill the messenger."
"Your dad's office! Ephram are you crazy or just stupid!"
Ephram frowned. "Neither, besides it's a great plan."
Remy rolled her eyes and began pacing the length of his room. "What happened to you? You we're my go to guy. Now you're trying to get me caught! Not only is this not a good idea, its suicide! First of all, your dad works there. Secondly do you have any idea how hard it would be to sneak me in there? And thirdly; my parents are psychiatrists; they are constantly doing work with him!" Remy listed angrily.
"Sh! My dad will hear you!" Ephram warned.
"Exactly!" Remy yelled throwing her arms in the air. "He would hear me!"
"Remy! Shut up!" Ephram warned clamping his hand over her mouth.
"Ephram! What's going on up there?" His father called from the kitchen.
Ephram shushed Remy and unlocked the door. "Sorry dad. Practicing something for. . . Drama class."
"Oh. I didn't know you took drama." Andy called up suspiciously.
Ephram swallowed the lump in his throat nervously. "Uh. . . Yeah. You know broadening my horizons. Didn't you say colleges liked well rounded students?"
"Oh, well ok." Andy called up the stairs convinced. "Good job Ephram."
Ephram slowly closed the door and locked it, sighing in relief.
"You may not be my go to guy anymore, but you are good at making believable lies." Remy commented shaking her head. "So are we going now or later?"
Bright sat uneasily alert in the living room. At any movement he would jump.
Harold realized that this was unusual behavior even for his son, who could be a bonehead sometimes.
"Harold, what's wrong with Bright?" Rose asked in a whisper, sneaking up behind him making him jump.
Harold shot a look at his wife quickly and returned to staring at his son from the doorway. "I'm not sure Rose. I have a feeling it has something to do with that girlfriend of his."
"Maybe he's worried about her running off." Rose suggested, watching Bright rock back and forth on the chair.
"I don't know Rose. Why don't you ask him?" Harold replied shortly.
Rose shook her head furiously. "I don't want to disturb him."
Harold rolled his eyes. "I doubt you would disturb him. He hasn't been doing anything."
Rose pouted. "He looks peaceful. He isn't running around. He isn't blasting his music."
He turned on his heel to stare his wife in the eye. "Our son looks more disturbed than Brittany Murphy in 'Don't Say a Word'!" Harold looked back at Bright who was now humming some unrecognizable tune. "He's like a serial killer in training. Rose, you better hide the butcher knife."
"Harold!" she yelped swatting at her husband's arm making Bright in the other room jump and return to twiddling his thumbs. "That's our son you're talking about!" Rose said lowering her voice. "Go talk to him."
"What!" Harold yelped making Bright jump again. "I'm not going to talk to him. I gave him the sex talk after we found his girlfriend in his bed! It's your turn!"
Rose frowned. "There are no turns. This is obviously a time in Bright's life when he needs a strong father figure. This could be a defining moment in his life and you are letting it slip by!"
Harold shook his index finger. "You have been watching that whack-job Dr. Phil again; haven't you? You have no idea if he has any credentials!"
"Go." Rose ordered shoving her husband into the living room.
Harold cleared his throat, looking back at his wife who was hiding behind the doorframe, making Bright shiver and barely notice his father's prescence.
"Son."
Bright looked over at his father. "Dad."
Harold nodded and sat beside his son at the other side of the couch. "We should talk."
"It was Amy!" Bright yelped, his eyes wide and wild. "Oh oops. Force of habit." Bright corrected himself and swallowed nervously.
"What was Amy?" Harold asked suspiciously.
Bright smiled nervously. "Nothing. I said it was a habit."
Harold licked his lips. "Uh huh. Amy was out all day in your truck. Where did she go?"
Bright shrugged. "No clue. She just said she needed to borrow my truck."
"It's odd that she borrows your truck the day Remy goes missing isn't it? Should she be here with you worrying?" Dr. Abbott asked smirking.
Bright shrugged. "Everyone has a different way of worrying. Some hid under their covers, some bond with friends and family, others go driving, and the rest seek silence."
"And some go do something about it."
"I guess, if you could do something about the situation, unlike us. We couldn't talk Remy out of running away. For all we know she could be in New York chugging a mocha latte right now." Bright replied tugging at the collar of his T-shirt.
Harold licked his lips. "Or she could be in Everwood, right under our noses, and ½ of this family knows where she may be."
Bright stared at his father with his mouth hanging open. "You and mom know where Remy is?"
"No! You and Amy! Bright tell me right now where she is!" Harold ordered getting up from the coach.
"I don't know where she is!" Bright answered not convincing his father.
"You're her boyfriend you know EXACTLY where she is. . ." Harold said drifting off. "Wait. Ephram! The Brown boy knows where she is! They are best friends! I bet Dr. Andrew Brown has no clue that she is probably in his house right now!" Dr. Abbott yelped, a plan forming in his brain.
Bright got up from the couch in a hurry. "Dad! Don't!"
"Rose! Come on get in the car!" His father yelped completely ignoring his pleas. "Rose!"
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A/N: I know it has been a while and I know that this is a short chapter. I know I'm cruel. I have been working on my other pieces. (My newest a Mighty Duck one! I was inspired after my brother pulled the movies out of his closet. A major marathon!) I swear! I have not given up on this one! SO Happy Holidays. I guess this is your little present! Happy Reading!
REVIEW!!
~Toodles!