He sometimes thought that he needed a story.

Colin had the coma victim. Poor, me I lost my memory, and went insane after the miracle worker from New York saved my life. I can't even remember my girlfriends name, or how to count to ten. It was my best friend's fault that I turned out this way. I'm the town hero, and you should feel sorry for me.

Or Ephram, the outsider from New York. My mom died, and my dad went crazy. I moved to Everwood, a place where no one likes me, and I'm so angsty and broody, and I have to insult everyone in sight. Because I'm from the 'city' and you're not cool enough to chill with.

Okay, so maybe their stories weren't so great.

Maybe neither of them deserved what happened to them. They'd both been down rough roads, and were just starting to find their way back home.

But Bright hated the both of them sometimes.

He wanted to be known as someone other that 'Amy's brother' or 'Colin's best friend.' He just wanted someone to look at him, and see SOMETHING.

Soon, Ephram and Colin are going to have another story for the town to salivate over.

Bright thinks that maybe that's why he hates them...once in a while.

Before Ephram came, he had Colin. He had a best friend and a confidante, someone who'd always be there for him. And before Colin woke up, he had Ephram. He had an enemy that he could taunt, someone who always had a sarcastic remark ready for him.

Now, they have each other.

Someday Bright will have his own story.

He just wishes someday was now.