Somewhere To Belong
Chapter One
Differences Are Key
By: explicit
Disclaimer::Please note that I have no affiliations with the production, show, actors, etc., of Everwood. This is clearly fake, and made for the pure amusement for myself and the readers.
Taking a moment to think of the materials he would need for his next class, Bright stood in front of his locker for a moment. Finally deciding to grab his French book and a worn notebook that badly needed replacement, he shut the locker door. Pivoting in preperation to make the effort of getting to his class on time, he nearly knocked into someone standing directly beside him.
``Hm, weird. I've never seen anyone at that locker all year,`` he thought to himself. True, he didn't expect someone to be standing there, considering no one really ever was there. He really didn't expect anyone quite like her to be standing their either. She was tall compared to any other girl scattered around her, had medium length caramel colored locks that brushed past her shoulders, pouty full lips that could drive any raging teenage boy's horomones into overdrive, and she dressed unlike any teenage girl around. Clad in loose fitting jeans that hung low on her hips, a gray sweatshirt Tennessee plastered across the front, and an unidentifiable color of tennis shoes. Splattered with drops of paint, he could only guess that she was an painter. Her hair was loose and flowing across her shoulders, yet it wasn't curled or as well kept as everyone elses'.
``Dammit. I'll never get this thing open.`` She muttered under her breath as she quickly balled her hand into a fist, shoving it against the metal frame of the locker. A small smirk spread over Bright's lips as he stepped closer to offer some assistance.
``Here, some guy before you had this locker. Always took him forever to open the thing. Finally he figured out the trick of all you have to do is twist the combination counter-clockwise, and it'll open right up.`` He offered, watching her head slowly turn to glance at him. Peircing emerald eyes took their time as they traveled up and down his body, obviously trying to help the decision of him she was trying to make. She finally nodded, following his advice. As the door creaked open, she stuffed her books in, pulling one or two out for her next class.
``Hm, who would've guessed,`` She said as she went through the process. Bright immediatly recognized the southern drawl that entwined with her words. He had never been to Tennessee, or anywhere near the state so he wasn't sure of their thick accents, ``I'm Rain, just moved here from Tennessee.`` She continued as she turned to face him fully.
``Bright Abbot. See you later,`` he introduced himself quickly. He nodded his head breifly, and took off down the hall leaving her standing there.
``Thanks Bright,`` her words echoed off the walls as he slowly rounded a corner prepared to enter the French class that was across the hall. Striding into the classroom, his eyes rolled heavenward as he realized due to his last minute arrival his only option was to sit in the front row, something he detested.
Opening up his notebook to the final clean page, he drew his pencil between his finger tips, staring blankly at the scribbles Mr. Blades was etching on the board. He had expected Rain to chase after him down the hall, derive more of a conversation from him. Most girls did that to him, and he expected the same from her. But he should have known from her stance and outfit she was going to be different from those other girls. She wasn't the type to chase after boys, she was the type who made boys chase after her. Usually that held no intrest for him, but a feeling evolved in the pit of his stomache that let him know this time was going to be a little different.
Chapter One
Differences Are Key
By: explicit
Disclaimer::Please note that I have no affiliations with the production, show, actors, etc., of Everwood. This is clearly fake, and made for the pure amusement for myself and the readers.
Taking a moment to think of the materials he would need for his next class, Bright stood in front of his locker for a moment. Finally deciding to grab his French book and a worn notebook that badly needed replacement, he shut the locker door. Pivoting in preperation to make the effort of getting to his class on time, he nearly knocked into someone standing directly beside him.
``Hm, weird. I've never seen anyone at that locker all year,`` he thought to himself. True, he didn't expect someone to be standing there, considering no one really ever was there. He really didn't expect anyone quite like her to be standing their either. She was tall compared to any other girl scattered around her, had medium length caramel colored locks that brushed past her shoulders, pouty full lips that could drive any raging teenage boy's horomones into overdrive, and she dressed unlike any teenage girl around. Clad in loose fitting jeans that hung low on her hips, a gray sweatshirt Tennessee plastered across the front, and an unidentifiable color of tennis shoes. Splattered with drops of paint, he could only guess that she was an painter. Her hair was loose and flowing across her shoulders, yet it wasn't curled or as well kept as everyone elses'.
``Dammit. I'll never get this thing open.`` She muttered under her breath as she quickly balled her hand into a fist, shoving it against the metal frame of the locker. A small smirk spread over Bright's lips as he stepped closer to offer some assistance.
``Here, some guy before you had this locker. Always took him forever to open the thing. Finally he figured out the trick of all you have to do is twist the combination counter-clockwise, and it'll open right up.`` He offered, watching her head slowly turn to glance at him. Peircing emerald eyes took their time as they traveled up and down his body, obviously trying to help the decision of him she was trying to make. She finally nodded, following his advice. As the door creaked open, she stuffed her books in, pulling one or two out for her next class.
``Hm, who would've guessed,`` She said as she went through the process. Bright immediatly recognized the southern drawl that entwined with her words. He had never been to Tennessee, or anywhere near the state so he wasn't sure of their thick accents, ``I'm Rain, just moved here from Tennessee.`` She continued as she turned to face him fully.
``Bright Abbot. See you later,`` he introduced himself quickly. He nodded his head breifly, and took off down the hall leaving her standing there.
``Thanks Bright,`` her words echoed off the walls as he slowly rounded a corner prepared to enter the French class that was across the hall. Striding into the classroom, his eyes rolled heavenward as he realized due to his last minute arrival his only option was to sit in the front row, something he detested.
Opening up his notebook to the final clean page, he drew his pencil between his finger tips, staring blankly at the scribbles Mr. Blades was etching on the board. He had expected Rain to chase after him down the hall, derive more of a conversation from him. Most girls did that to him, and he expected the same from her. But he should have known from her stance and outfit she was going to be different from those other girls. She wasn't the type to chase after boys, she was the type who made boys chase after her. Usually that held no intrest for him, but a feeling evolved in the pit of his stomache that let him know this time was going to be a little different.
