Somwhere To Belong Dodging Reality Chapter Two 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. Of the events following the next few days, Bright had to admit he was surprised of the way his emotions were afflicted by Rain. After he met her, he blew off the thought of her. He just thought of her as another girl that was going to have a crush on him, or another girl that wanted in his pants. Little did anyone know, right after Colin died the school shrink had suggested he keep a journal of his feelings. He thought it was childish at first, and only pre-adolescent girls wrote in diaries. But whenever his dad got on his back again and his mother did nothing to step in and defend him, he triggered the idea and it had been a huge success as an emotional outlet. The previous night he had been thumbing through some entries he had written since he had met Rain, and most of them had her name mentioned in it. She had been approaching him lately at school. She wasn't like most girls who flirted with him or hinted to him that they liked him. It had been casual conversations, like the ones he had with Ephram or Colin. Ephram. Bright was surprised at how quickly Rain had taken to him. He assumed they were both the same. Tortured artists who needed an outlet from life. One afternoon she plopped down across from the two and started discussing paiting or pianoistic ideas with each other. That was when Bright chose to tune them both out, and went into his own world. Another day when Ephram excused himself from lunch early and stuck Rain and Bright together, Bright was amazed at how well she initiated the conversation. She was actually intrested in something besides cheerleading and what new movies were out. She liked to talk about painting and history. She loved to patronize him about his views about this and that until he broke down and told her. He usually wasn't the one to talk about politics or who painted what. But she opened a new light to him. She made him feel comfortable talking to her, a girl, about something more than the newest kissing techniques, or the best alcoholic drinks. ``Bright...Bright...,`` Bright was suddenly awoken back to the real world. He had been so absorbed thinking about Rain, that he forgot Ephram was talking about something Madison said or did or whatever. He flicked his gaze up to his friend, and pretened to be intrested once again. ``It's annoying how you think that chicken slop the lunch ladies concocted is more intresting than what I'm saying.`` ``Sorry man. I was just kinda off in my own little world.`` He muttered moving his fork around on the 'food' that had been carelessly dumped on his tray. ``Yeah, I noticed. You've been in that world a lot lately. Could it have anything to do with Miss Rain?`` Ephram predicted, a small smirk playing upon his lips. Bright's cheeks immediatly were brushed with pink as he turned his head trying to hide it. He hated that smirk because it was always a reminder that Ephram knew he was right, and he was going to do anything to get you to admit it. ``Hah, Rain? Nah she has nothing to do with it. I even, uh, forgot about her until you brought her up.`` And that was his poor excuse as a cover up for his feelings. Unfortunatly, Ephram had this knack of reading him, and saw right through it. ``Yeah..Riiight man. I'll believe that one as soon as our dads befriend each other without the incessant bickering.`` ``Whatever.`` Excusing himself from the table and from any other topics of conversation that would embarass the hell out of him, Bright grabbed his tray and dumped it in the nearby trash can and proceeded on. ``Bright!`` Groaning at the reception of his voice, he relcutantly turned around not in the mood to be bothered by anyone for a while, ``There you are. You thought you were actually going to get to Chemistry without escorting me along with you?`` Rain proclaimed placing herself by his side. ``Oh yeah. How could I forget that?`` He muttered trying to sound the least bit intrested. He was actually dying to carry on a conversation with her all the way to Chemistry while he could smell the scent of her Lilac perfume, the flowery scent of her shampoo--. 'Stop it. Just stop it.' He told himself, shaking the thoughts from his mind. 'You dont need to get invovled with anyone right now. You've got too much to worry about as is.' He told himself. ``---so what do you think I should do about it?`` Rain finished her eyes on him awaiting his reaction. 'Damn' He cursed himself for not paying attention to what she was saying. Now he had no idea how to respond without pissing her off or giving her the wrong idea. ``Uhhh, no I wouldn't do it. It doesnt sound like a good idea.`` He quickly covered, holding his breath awaiting her reaction. Raising her eyebrows at him she stopped and put her hands on her hips, ``So you really think that they wouldn't appreciate my work in the art show? I'll have you know Bright Abbot that I'm an excellent painter and anyone would be glad to have my work shown in their exhibit.`` She sneered, pivoting on her heel to walk away. 'Good goin, Abbot. You went and pissed her off.' He thought, turning to walk down the hall to class. 'You're always such a screw up.'