Hi There. It's my first time writing an everwood fic. I don't really
appreciate all the characters on the show, but the one character that has
struck me as interesting is Bright and I've been reading a lot of fics and
most of them don't really show the character justice, its mostly slash and
stuff which is fine but not my taste.
So here's my attempt. I am writing this on a Thursday night, its raining out I'm killing some time before the new friends episode. So this is a very abstract story, I don't know ifthey've mentioned where Bright's going to go to college or not, its going to be a very choppy story I'm kind of experimenting, but please feedback would be nice.
So here we go: It's a future fic. I figure for good measure its like 8 years later: So If Delia's 11 that'd put her at 19 and Bright Would Be 26, Ephram 25, And Amy at 25. Um Not sure on Delia's age b/c I'm sure that she's like 10-11 but last week they said she was 13, but no 4th grader is 13. So here we go:
*It's a bitterly cold October day in New York; Bright Abbot pulls his jacket closer to his athletic form, adjusting his gray scarf as he approaches the gates of NYU.
Alison Hamilton, A slender 23-year-old business major stands in the courtyard with a few of her girlfriends chatting loudly about her boyfriend, who is visiting from Colorado.
Looking up from the group, Alison grins as Bright comes into view.
"Bright!" She exclaims, waving her arm vigorously.
Bright half smiles, making his way over to Alison, whom he met while he was sharing a dorm room with her brother, Jason.
Alison bids farewell to her now giggling friends, and rushes into Bright's arms.
"I've missed you so much!" She says wrapping her arms around his neck.
"Yeah, missed you too," Bright, replies patting her on the back.
Alison pulls away, grinning at her boyfriend, "You picked a great weekend to come, tomorrow there's a poetry reading with Paul Elliot in the quad...he's this amazing professor here..."
"Poetry, great." Bright rolls his eyes.
"Bright, come on, it's going to be great Paul is so worldly, he's got a lot of interesting things to say, he's so intelligent...."
"Look Al, you know poetry's not my thing."
"I know, but this weekend supposed to be all about us and I really don't want to miss this opportunity."
"So don't I'll go see Ephram and Amy while you're at this poetry thing."
"Really?"
"Well, I promised Amy I'd come see their new place while I'm here, and I know you don't really get along with Ephram, so that way you don't have to deal with him and I won't have to pretend that I understand what this Elliott guy is saying. "
"But after that.."
"I'm all yours." Bright smirks, leaning down to kiss her.
"Mmmm, I can't wait."
"So what about now, do you have another class?"
"No." Alison shakes her head wildly, causing a piece of hair to fall delicately across her face.
Bright tucks the strand of hair behind her ear, thea palm of his hand grazing her cheek."Want to go get some pizza."
Alison grimaces, "Pizza? I guess, I just don't see how you can eat so much of it, seriously every time you're here it's like all you ever want to eat."
"Well New York has the best pizza." Bright shrugs.
"What am I going to do with you?" Alison shakes her head playfully.
Bright laughs, "I have no idea."
Alison takes Bright's hand, leading him back towards the gate.
Bright's eyes wander over to a group of girls playing an odd variation of football
"Whoa, what are they doing?" Bright motions towards the group.
Alison sighs, "Them? Only God knows. I swear, I don't know what it is but ever since the new semester started there's been this group of damn hippies playing stupid games in the courtyard at all hours. Last week I was studying over by that tree, and I was accosted by some coarse girl wielding a football, she got mud on my critical lens."
Bright shakes his head concealing a smile.
"Oh! Watch out!" Alison screeches as one of the players collides backwards into Bright.
Instinctively Bright puts out his arms to stop the girl from falling
"Thanks." The assailant says, turning around to send Bright an apologetic smile. "Sorry."
"No Problem." Bright croaks, as Alison glares irritably at the girl.
The girl's brown eyes sparkle at Bright; her shy smile strikes a cord in his memory, "Hey-w-" Bright starts, but is too late as the girl has already returned to her game.
"Bright, are you ok?" I swear I'm so glad I'm out of here in January, this school is being taken over by animals."
"Animals? They're just playing around...if more students ran around outside in between classes, they could avoid gaining that freshman 15, and the sophomore 10, the junior 5, and even.."
"I get the point Bright." Alison rolls her eyes at him as they turn onto the street.
Bright glances over at the game as they pass by the courtyard.
Alsion notices, "Bright?" Come on lets go."
"You know, I-I think I know her."
"You know that miscreant, How?"
"I'm not sure, but she seems familiar, wait, miscreant, Al it's a stupid game I must've have rammed into people worse than that everyday at school and that was just walking to class ."
"Yeah...but."
"Never mind, come on. I'm starving." Bright replies putting his arm around Alison.
******** "Awesome save Delia!"
"Thanks, Matt."
"Hey Del, Did you see the eyes on that beef cake you just rammed into?" Delia's friend Jill asks, wiggling her eyebrows.
Delia shrugs, "Not really."
*11pm: *Alison's Dorm Room.
Bright and Alison are sprawled out on Alison's bed.
"Night." Bright says simply kissing her on the cheek.
Alison eyes him seductively, "It's early."
"Yeah, but I had a long ride today."
Alison pouts, "Bright?"
Bright sighs, "Yeah."
"Are you ok, you've been a space case all day? "
"I'm fine, like I said just tired, I've been up since 5, Babe."
"Alright, Go to sleep, I guess we have plenty of time."
"Yeah." Bright replies, rolling over.
*two hours later: Alison is sound asleep, curled up next to Bright, he on the other hand is wide awake, his mind plagued with hundreds of conflicting thoughts.
When he and Alison started dating, he couldn't keep his hands off of her. It used to be her that refused his advances, but now the tables have turned. Tonight he turned down sex, and even simple displays of affection, like holding hands or putting his arm around his girlfriend, feel like work to Bright.
Bright stares at the ceiling, wondering what's the matter with him. Sure he and Alison never really had much in common, but it never stopped them before. They've been dating for over a year, Alison even spent last Christmas with the Abbots. Nothing has changed between them, and yet somehow everything seems different to Bright.
Walking to the pizzeria earlier, Bright found that his mind was not on the girl attached to his arm, but rather he was thinking of the sparkling brown eyes of the NYU football player that had knocked into him just a few minutes before. He finds it hard to hold long conversations with Alison anymore, and now wonders where things are going.
The rest of the night is filled with tossing and turning for Bright as he tries to convince himself that he's still in love with Alison.
*NYU Courtyard: 1pm: Saturday.
"So....I'll meet you back here at 4?"Alison asks, watching Bright intently.
Bright nods, forcing a smile he replies, "Yeah, if you get done early call my cell I'll be At..."
"Amy's, I know."
"Ok, I'll see you later." Bright replies, kissing Alison square on the mouth before walking away.
** 2:00pm
*There's a loud knock at the door of Ephram Brown's apartment.
Amy Abbott opens the door, "Hey!" She exclaims loudly.
Bright smiles broadly. "How's it going, you're not busy are you?" He asks, raising an eyebrow at his sister.
Amy glares at him, "Shut up."
"Sorry. But hey I brought pie." Bright replies, handing her a Tupperware container
"Aw you baked? Should I be worried?"
Bright fakes a laugh, "No. Ali baked it, not me."
"Oh that was nice of her..I on the other hand have save both you and Ephram from the horror that is my baking skills". Amy replies.
Bright laughs at his sister as Ephram enters the room.
"Where is the drama queen?" Ephram asks, unenthusiastically as he enters the living room.
"Ephram," Amy scowls at her boyfriend.
"Forget about it," Bright shrugs, "So what's going on?"
"Nothing we've been waiting around for you." Ephram replies.
"Oh."
"So Alison's not coming?"
"Nah she's at some poetry reading."
"God, how many poetry reading can one person go to." Amy states.
"Hey. As long as I'm not dragged along to them, I don't care." Bright replies.
"So are you glad to be in New York, I mean it's been what over a month since you two have seen each other."
Bright remains silent.
"What's going on?" Amy asks with concern.
"I don't know, things just don't seem right between us lately." Bright replies collapsing onto the well-broken in couch.
"Where they ever?" Ephram asks seriously.
"I thought they were, I know we're really different but it never seemed to bother either of us, but now it's like Alison's a completely different person even though I know that she's been like this as long as I've known her. It's like before I could tolerate her; I even found her literary rants sexy, but now I just want to tell her to shut up."
"Ok so the honeymoon period's over. That's a natural occurrence." Amy replies.
"Last night, I turned down sex."
"Uh, yeah this relationships over." Ephram smirks.
"Ephram." Amy swats him on the arm.
"I think he may be right, I don't know, I think I'll talk to her about it tonight, I mean it can't be just me that's unhappy right."
"Sure." Amy replies, reassuringly. "Now come on, let's crack open this pie."
*5 minutes alter: Ephram, Amy and Bright are all seated around the small kitchen table engrossed in Alison' cherry pie.
** There's a knock at the door.
"That's got to be Delia." Ephram says, his mouth full of pie.
"The squirts in town?" Bright replies without taking his eyes off his plate
"In Town?" Amy says walking towards the door, "Delia's been living in New York since August. Amy replies opening the door. "Didn't Ephram tell you?"
Bright shakes his head as Amy opens the door.
"Hey!"
"Hi. Sorry I'm late, it was Hell trying to get off campus, I swear every time one of those yuppy TA's decides to hold a political rally the whole place becomes chaotic?"
"No problem, come on in there's pie."
"Ooo." Delia grins.
"Oh and Bright's here."
"Hey squirt." Bright says cheerfully, turning around in his seat. "Oh my God." Bright says louder than he intended, shocked that Delia is in fact the girl from NYU.
"What?" Ephram replies looking up from his dish.
"N-nothing."
Delia turns towards the two men, "Hey Bright."
"Hi, wow when was the last time I saw you, you look completely different." Bright says, regaining composure.
"Who are you kidding I still look like I'm twelve."
"No, you don't, you look great." Bright replies, honestly.
Delia looks up at him, they lock eyes.
"Hey....where you at my school yesterday." Delia asks, raising an eye brow at Bright.
"Yeah."
"I crashed into didn't I?"
"Yeah."
"You should of said something, I had no idea it was you....I kind of get this tunnel vision thing when I'm playing sports sometimes, it's a trick my 10th grade soccer coach taught me-to tune out any outside distractions, unfortunately it works a little too well."
Bright laughs, "Well I had no idea it was you."
"So what kind of pie do we have?" Delia asks Ephram with a grin.
"Cherry."
"Oo. Hand me a plate."
Ephram rolls his eyes at his sister.
"So, Del how'd that math test go?" Amy asks, taking a seat next to Ephram.
"Horrible, I'll never be good at math no matter how hard I try."
"Who ever really uses math today anyway?" Bright cuts in.
Delia smiles at him.
"Math teachers, accountants, architects.."
"Hey Del, you going to be a Math teacher, accountants or architect?" Bright asks matter-of-factly.
Delia shakes her head.
"See so no problem"
"Hey Amy?"
"Yeah Delia?"
"You got any milk?"
"As long as Ephram didn't finish is off this morning with his cap'n crunch, we do. You know where to look."
Delia nods, getting up from her seat. "Anybody want anything?"
"I'll have a pepsi." Ephram replies.
"That sounds good." Bright replies, flinging a piece of pie at Ephram.
"This means war." Ephram smirks.
"Oh God!" Amy sighs following Delia to the kitchen.
Delia laughs as she approaches the fridge.
"It's like this every time they get together...I swear it feels like I'm running a zoo here."
"Looks like it too." Delia smirks wickedly at Amy, who over the years has become more like a friend to her than simply her brother's girlfriend.
Amy send Delia a faux angry glance.
Delia giggles.
"So how's that boyfriend of yours, Greg?"
"Gavin. He's fine...I'd imagine." Delia shrugs submissively.
"Lost another one. What happened Del, I thought you really liked this one...this was the guy in the band right..the guitar player?"
"Bassist. Glad you pay attention when I talk Aim."
"I do! You know I do, it's just hard to keep track."
"I know." Delia replies patting Amy on the shoulder. "Gavin was nice and everything, but he was really intense about his music and while he was really fun sometimes..I got tired of our plans getting canceled on the count of emergency pre-practice practice sessions."
"Ah."
Delia shrugs, "Besides I don't want to waste my time if I know its not going to go anywhere..I mean if I want a date to the movies all I have to do is step out of my dorm room, but if I'm going to be in a relationship with somebody I think I should at least be one of their top 5 priorities."
"Don't get discouraged, you're young, it me and Ephram until we were 21 to finally get together."
"Yeah but you got lucky you had all these really decent guys for boyfriends before you had Ephram...I've had a bunch of losers, I say I deserve my Mr. right, right no-"
"Weren't you two getting us sodas?" Bright's voice cuts Delia off."
"If we're taking so long why don't you just get your ass up and get your own soda."
"Nah, too much work," Bright replies.
Delia and Amy share amused glance.
"You know Bright's still available." Amy teases.
"Oh yeah, then who was high strung lass standing next to him yesterday giving me the death stare?"
Amy tosses her head back dramatically. "That would be Alison," Amy mutters. "Very uptight, very unBright business major at NYU..your brother Hates her."
"That's a shock." Delia rolls her eyes.
*10 mins later back at the table: Everyone is sitting around the table engaged in scattered conversation, the pie is half eaten.
"Oh you know what we should do!" Amy exclaims getting out of her chair.
"What?" Ephram asks, almost afraid to.
Amy walks over to the book shelf and bulls a large box down from the top shelf, "We should play life!"
"No." Ephram barks.
"Why not?"
"You always win." Ephram replies, crossing his arms.
Delia attempts to hold back her laughter.
"Shut up." Ephram glares at her.
"Come on that's only when me and you play..now we finally have more players."
"You're telling me that you two when you actually are alone and by yourselves sit down and play board games?" Bright smirks at his best friend.
"Shut up." Ephram growls
"Bitchy." Bright grins.
"Well I think its sweet. And if you two baby's don't want to play that's fine cause I'll play you Amy."
"Thank you!"
"I want to be the blue car." Delia announces.
Ephram stands up," you can't be blue that's my car."
"You're not playing." Amy says handing Delia the blue car.
"Says who?"
"You." Delia and Amy say together.
"Well I'm playing now Give me the car." Ephram says ripping the blue car out of Delia's hand.
"Fine, I'll just be the green car."
"And I'll be red."
Bright sighs as he joins them on the living room floor, "What's left?"
"Pink, yellow or orange."
"Orange please."
Delia elbows Bright, "Come on real man choose pink."
Bright looks over at Delia, who is now grinning form ear to ear, "Alright fine."
*2 hours later: Bright, Amy, Ephram and Delia are sprawled out on the living room floor lost in a game of jenga.
"Jenga!" Amy screams before the tower of blocks collapses.
"Rematch!" Delia squeals.
"If I have to sit through another round of this I need something stronger than soda..Beer Bright?"
"Sure."
"Me too!" Amy chimes in.
"Me too." Delia says raising her hand.
"No." Ephram calls from the kitchen.
"Oh stop it Ephram. We're all adults here." Amy replies.
"She's not 21." Ephram replies with amusement.
"Just because I'm not supposed to doesn't mean I don't"
"Yeah, I don't think that statement will help your case." Bright nudges Delia.
She smiles at him as Ephram returns with four cans of beer.
Bright's phone rings as Ephram hands him a can.
"Hello?" bright answers his phone stifling a laugh at the sight of Ephram and Delia fighting over what game to play next.
"Bright you there?" Alison's voice brings him out of his daze.
"Oh hey Babe."
"Where are you it's quarter to 5."
"Oh!" Bright's eyes go wide. "W-we got caught up playing board games."
"Board games. How mature."
"Yeah well what can I say we don't know how to have any real fun."
"Ok well, hurry on down here We're all going to go to that little café down the street for a quick dinner..and than Paul Elliott is going to reread some of his works back at his loft, it's going to be fabulous "
"Well, um I actually already ate."
"What?"
"You know Amy, she cooked a big meal and everything I felt bad not eating."
"You cook, ha." Ephram mutters.
Amy swats his arm.
"Ow."
"Oh well, I guess you could just meet me in front of the school in a half hour and then we could go hear Paul talk."
"Yeah, Babe well, see that's not really my thing and Ephram's baby sister is here so we're all just catching up and having a really good time..can I just meet you back at your place later?"
Alison sighs heavily. "Fine, Bright."
"Are you mad?"
"No. I'm not mad..just promise me you won't fall asleep on me again."
"I promise"
"Alright I'll see you back here later I guess."
"Ok."
"Bye Bright Love you."
"Me too. Bye Hon." Bright finishes lamely.
Once bright puts the phone down, Amy pounces him, "What was that about?"
"I was supposed to be back to Alison at 4."
Ephram rolls eyes.
"Why didn't you tell us, we would have pushed you out the door, is she mad?"
"No she's going to go hang out with that poet guy."
"Doesn't that bother you?" Amy asks.
Bright shrugs, "It's just a big group of people gawking over this drip, no big deal."
Delia watches Bright carefully.
"So I cook now?" Amy sends her brother an amused look.
"God, don't even kid about that stuff." Ephram replies wryly
"I know, I know its so unbelievable but I had to say something...she was going to drag me to one of those café's were you get a cup of coffee and a breadstick and call it a meal."
"Fine you're forgiven..but you're buying the pizza."
"That I can do." Bright grins at his sister.
*The rest of the night flies by as the group goes from playing board games to watching movies to just lying around talking.
*11:30: Amy is lying on the couch next to Ephram her face buried in his shoulder, Ephram and bright are discussing movies/
Delia stand up with a yawn, "Ok I know it's the weekend and by all accounts I'm supposed to be staying out till 3 in the morning partying and making out with some guy named Chet but seriously I'm an old woman in a 19 year old body..I need to go to bed."
Ephram nudges Amy, "Ok. See ya..tomorrow?"
"We'll see, maybe I'll switch it up a bit and find real friends to hang out with."
"Delia I'm hurt." Amy replies.
"You know I don't mean you, you're fabulous...my brother however leaves something to be desired." Delia sticks her tongue out at Ephram.
"He does doesn't he." Amy smirks.
Delia giggles.
"Ok enough picking on me, I thought you were leaving."
"I am goodnight Amy, Ephram, Bye Bright it was great to see you again."
Bright stands up, "Hey wait, want an escort? It's kind of late to be going back yourself."
"Well it's only a five minute walk but if you want to sure."
"Yeah I have to meet Alison anyway so it work out."
"Ok. Night guys."
Ephram waves at them as they head towards the door.
*Outside: Bright and Delia walk in silence for a few moments.
Finally Bright speaks up, "So what happened to you?"
Delia gives him a confused look, "What?"
"I mean last time I saw you I think you were 14 and wearing Ephram's old jeans and that baseball cap."
"And that's different from now how exactly?" Delia asks point to her ragged pair of jeans
Bright smiles, looking straight into her eyes he replies, "I don't know it just is..you're all grown up I guess."
Delia scoffs, "What are you talking about? I'm still Ephram's baby sister."
Bright groans, putting a hand to his forehead, "Oh God, I must have sounded like such an ass...I didn't mean it like that, It's just Alison's."
"I know how you meant it."
Bright sighs.
"So what's with you and this Alison."
"I don't know, I met her when she came to visit her brother, my roommate up at school. And we hit it off and been dating ever since."
Delia nods, shoving her hands into her pockets.
"Things were great at first you know there's all that passion from being so different, you fight and then you make up..and then that cools off and you start really getting to know each other."
"Mmhhm"
"But then it was like I got to know her, and we have nothing in common and that's ok for a while but then I think I just lost interest and then all the little stuff that bugged me about her suddenly wasn't so little anymore."
"I know what you mean."
"So you've got a lot of boyfriends then, I mean if you know so much?
"Nah..just played second fiddle to a guitar one too many times."
Bright nods.
Delia smiles at him, "You know you shouldn't worry about Alison. If she's not the one for you you'll find somebody else."
"I don't know, there's not much call for foul-mouth immature jocks these days."
Delia kicks bright lightly in the shin, "Hey there's more to you than that."
Bright just shakes his head, his eyes concentrated on the ground.
"I'm serious. You're one of the coolest guys I've ever known."
Bright laughs.
"Come on what other guy would ignore all the bubbly cheerleaders giving him the eye at town function to dance with every single 10 year old girl in the place?"
"Yeah well.."
"tell that story to any girl, and you got yourself a long term relationship buddy, chicks melt for that stuff."
Bright looks up at Delia, "And what do You melt for, huh?"
"someone who knows how to have fun and who isn't too serious."
"That'll change, every girl wants the mature brooding artist type."
"Nooo, I've had my fair share of those brooders, besides maturity is over rated."
Silence ensues as they approach the school.
"Well here we are."
"Yep." Delia says flatly
"Today was.....fun."
"It was a blast."
"We should all do it again sometime."
"Definitely. You know you don't need a girlfriend to have an excuse to come to the city...you really should come more often."
"Yeah well maybe, we'll see I really do need a change of scenery."
Delia and Bright;s eyes connect.
Delia shifts her weight, swaying slightly in the process.
Bright grabs Delia by the arm to stabilize her.
Delia looks down at Bright's hand that is wrapped around her elbow, smiling slightly she says, "Thanks."
"No problem."
"Well I should let you get back to that girlfriend of yours."
"yeah.she's probably pacing the floor about now."
"Delia laughs, "Ok, well thanks for walking with me."
"Anytime."
"Goodnight." Delia replies kissing Bright on the cheek before running towards the dorms.
Bright stands in the dark for a moment before following Delia's lead.
*Alison's dorm room.
Bright enters. The room is empty, but the closet is wide open.
At the sound of the door closing, Alison emerges from the closet.
"Seriously, as great as tonight was, you need to go Bright will be back any minute and the last thing I need-"
"Hey babe." Bright frowns at the shell-shocked Allison.
"Bright, oh I thought you were somebody else."
"Apparently so."
"Bright,,,,,,"
"So you're seeing somebody else?"
"No?"
"Just screwing them, then. Ok."
"Bright Abbot it is not like that!" Alison says sternly.
"Whatever."
"I'm not sleeping with anybody."
"No you just apparently are having a really good time without me with other people and don't want me to know about it." Bright spits back at her. "I guess I'm just too embarrassing for you. What would that Paul guy think of such a brilliant fascinating woman like you being with a schlep like me?"
"Paul's not judgmental ok, he's a great guy."
"So he's the one you're sleeping with."
"I'm not sleeping with him."
"You know somehow I don't believe you...you know I knew I got out of going to all that boring stuff way too easily."
"Oh so my interests are boring now?"
"Yes. But lets not change the subject Allison."
Suddenly, Alison is overcome with tears, "Oh Bright! I'm sorry."
Bright sighs.
"I-it was one time..tonight...but never before, we've gone out to coffee a few times but that was it. It meant nothing."
"Don't patronize me Alison. I'm not an idiot I know that guy has a lot more to offer you than I do...you're whole life you've been dying to dig your claws into a guy like that, successful, smart,, loaded."
"Bright.."
"No, look let's be honest we both know this relationships been on the outs for months. We were just too proud to say anything, instead we both just played along."
Alison wraps her arms around Bright, "I'm so sorry, Bright."
Bright moves away from her, "Me too. Goodbye Alison."
"Wait, where are you going to go? At least stay the night its late."
"No, I don't think I can do that." Bright replies, walking out the door.
Riding the elevator downstairs, Bright rests his head on the wall, muttering to himself, cursing all the wasted time."
The elevator door opens abruptly revealing Delia dressed in flannel pajama pants and and old t-shirt-her hair pulled into a lose pony tail.
"Bright?"
Bright looks up, "Oh hey."
"What are doing?"
"Going down?"
Delia nods knowingly, "Me too."
"In your pajamas?" Bright asks absentmindedly
"Well I ran out of face wash so I came up here to borrow some from my friend Rachel..and now I'm going back to my room."
Bright nods.
"So what happened?"
"Turns out my girlfriend's schnooking the poet guy."
"Oh. I'm sorry Bright."
Bright shrugs, "No big deal we both knew it was over anyway."
"Yeah but it still hurts doesn't it?"
"Yeah. God I'm actually angry and I have no idea why because I really don't care."
"Yes you do."
"Yeah I do...but there's somebody else out there for me right?"
"Absolutely."
"Yeah. Right."
"So where are you going?"
"Figured I'd hit up Ephram and Amy for their couch."
"No you can't do that."
"Why?"
"Because it's after 12, you'll wake both of them up when you get there---if you make it there alive--unlit city streets after dark not something you want to play around with---and besides you know how cranky Ephram gets once he's asleep and gets woken up by anything other than his alarm."
"Yeah. I guess you're right I'll probably just crash on the couch by the main enterance."
*The elevator doors open again.
Delia takes Bright by the hand and drags him out, "Nuh-uh, come on."
"Where?"
"My room?"
" I don't want to intrude, won't your roommate get annoyed?"
"Nah, she's fucking her boyfriend across the hall, believe me you sleeping in my bed while I borrow hers is not even an issue to her right now."
Bright smiles faintly, "Ok, fine but I'm leaving first thing."
"Fine. Whatever. Here we are!"
The door to Delia's room swings open. The pictures on the wall, the bright colored sheets and bunny slippers tucked in the corner all scream Delia.
Bright stands awkwardly in the doorway.
"Come on in Bright, make yourself comfy." Delia says brightly, climbing into her roommates bed."
Bright puts down his single bag and flops onto the other bed.
"That's the spirit." Delia yawns. "Now its time to sleep."
Bright removes his shoes and undoes the covers.
"Just turn off the light when you're ready." Delia replies turning over.
"Sure thing." Bright replies.
Delia snuggles into the blankets, in moments she is sound asleep.
Across the room Bright can't help but watch her. How did the little squirt he used to give piggyback rides to turn into such an amazing woman.
"*after a few minutes.
"Bright?" Delia says gruffly.
"Yeah?" Bright replies coming out of his stupor.
"Light please."
"Yeah. Sorry spaced out for a sec. Night."
"Night, don't let the bed bugs bite."
Bright clicks the light off. "Yep." He thinks to himself, "That girl is definitely something."
A/N ok bad ending, very long chapter but I just got pn a roll. Please read and review this really is just an experiment
So here's my attempt. I am writing this on a Thursday night, its raining out I'm killing some time before the new friends episode. So this is a very abstract story, I don't know ifthey've mentioned where Bright's going to go to college or not, its going to be a very choppy story I'm kind of experimenting, but please feedback would be nice.
So here we go: It's a future fic. I figure for good measure its like 8 years later: So If Delia's 11 that'd put her at 19 and Bright Would Be 26, Ephram 25, And Amy at 25. Um Not sure on Delia's age b/c I'm sure that she's like 10-11 but last week they said she was 13, but no 4th grader is 13. So here we go:
*It's a bitterly cold October day in New York; Bright Abbot pulls his jacket closer to his athletic form, adjusting his gray scarf as he approaches the gates of NYU.
Alison Hamilton, A slender 23-year-old business major stands in the courtyard with a few of her girlfriends chatting loudly about her boyfriend, who is visiting from Colorado.
Looking up from the group, Alison grins as Bright comes into view.
"Bright!" She exclaims, waving her arm vigorously.
Bright half smiles, making his way over to Alison, whom he met while he was sharing a dorm room with her brother, Jason.
Alison bids farewell to her now giggling friends, and rushes into Bright's arms.
"I've missed you so much!" She says wrapping her arms around his neck.
"Yeah, missed you too," Bright, replies patting her on the back.
Alison pulls away, grinning at her boyfriend, "You picked a great weekend to come, tomorrow there's a poetry reading with Paul Elliot in the quad...he's this amazing professor here..."
"Poetry, great." Bright rolls his eyes.
"Bright, come on, it's going to be great Paul is so worldly, he's got a lot of interesting things to say, he's so intelligent...."
"Look Al, you know poetry's not my thing."
"I know, but this weekend supposed to be all about us and I really don't want to miss this opportunity."
"So don't I'll go see Ephram and Amy while you're at this poetry thing."
"Really?"
"Well, I promised Amy I'd come see their new place while I'm here, and I know you don't really get along with Ephram, so that way you don't have to deal with him and I won't have to pretend that I understand what this Elliott guy is saying. "
"But after that.."
"I'm all yours." Bright smirks, leaning down to kiss her.
"Mmmm, I can't wait."
"So what about now, do you have another class?"
"No." Alison shakes her head wildly, causing a piece of hair to fall delicately across her face.
Bright tucks the strand of hair behind her ear, thea palm of his hand grazing her cheek."Want to go get some pizza."
Alison grimaces, "Pizza? I guess, I just don't see how you can eat so much of it, seriously every time you're here it's like all you ever want to eat."
"Well New York has the best pizza." Bright shrugs.
"What am I going to do with you?" Alison shakes her head playfully.
Bright laughs, "I have no idea."
Alison takes Bright's hand, leading him back towards the gate.
Bright's eyes wander over to a group of girls playing an odd variation of football
"Whoa, what are they doing?" Bright motions towards the group.
Alison sighs, "Them? Only God knows. I swear, I don't know what it is but ever since the new semester started there's been this group of damn hippies playing stupid games in the courtyard at all hours. Last week I was studying over by that tree, and I was accosted by some coarse girl wielding a football, she got mud on my critical lens."
Bright shakes his head concealing a smile.
"Oh! Watch out!" Alison screeches as one of the players collides backwards into Bright.
Instinctively Bright puts out his arms to stop the girl from falling
"Thanks." The assailant says, turning around to send Bright an apologetic smile. "Sorry."
"No Problem." Bright croaks, as Alison glares irritably at the girl.
The girl's brown eyes sparkle at Bright; her shy smile strikes a cord in his memory, "Hey-w-" Bright starts, but is too late as the girl has already returned to her game.
"Bright, are you ok?" I swear I'm so glad I'm out of here in January, this school is being taken over by animals."
"Animals? They're just playing around...if more students ran around outside in between classes, they could avoid gaining that freshman 15, and the sophomore 10, the junior 5, and even.."
"I get the point Bright." Alison rolls her eyes at him as they turn onto the street.
Bright glances over at the game as they pass by the courtyard.
Alsion notices, "Bright?" Come on lets go."
"You know, I-I think I know her."
"You know that miscreant, How?"
"I'm not sure, but she seems familiar, wait, miscreant, Al it's a stupid game I must've have rammed into people worse than that everyday at school and that was just walking to class ."
"Yeah...but."
"Never mind, come on. I'm starving." Bright replies putting his arm around Alison.
******** "Awesome save Delia!"
"Thanks, Matt."
"Hey Del, Did you see the eyes on that beef cake you just rammed into?" Delia's friend Jill asks, wiggling her eyebrows.
Delia shrugs, "Not really."
*11pm: *Alison's Dorm Room.
Bright and Alison are sprawled out on Alison's bed.
"Night." Bright says simply kissing her on the cheek.
Alison eyes him seductively, "It's early."
"Yeah, but I had a long ride today."
Alison pouts, "Bright?"
Bright sighs, "Yeah."
"Are you ok, you've been a space case all day? "
"I'm fine, like I said just tired, I've been up since 5, Babe."
"Alright, Go to sleep, I guess we have plenty of time."
"Yeah." Bright replies, rolling over.
*two hours later: Alison is sound asleep, curled up next to Bright, he on the other hand is wide awake, his mind plagued with hundreds of conflicting thoughts.
When he and Alison started dating, he couldn't keep his hands off of her. It used to be her that refused his advances, but now the tables have turned. Tonight he turned down sex, and even simple displays of affection, like holding hands or putting his arm around his girlfriend, feel like work to Bright.
Bright stares at the ceiling, wondering what's the matter with him. Sure he and Alison never really had much in common, but it never stopped them before. They've been dating for over a year, Alison even spent last Christmas with the Abbots. Nothing has changed between them, and yet somehow everything seems different to Bright.
Walking to the pizzeria earlier, Bright found that his mind was not on the girl attached to his arm, but rather he was thinking of the sparkling brown eyes of the NYU football player that had knocked into him just a few minutes before. He finds it hard to hold long conversations with Alison anymore, and now wonders where things are going.
The rest of the night is filled with tossing and turning for Bright as he tries to convince himself that he's still in love with Alison.
*NYU Courtyard: 1pm: Saturday.
"So....I'll meet you back here at 4?"Alison asks, watching Bright intently.
Bright nods, forcing a smile he replies, "Yeah, if you get done early call my cell I'll be At..."
"Amy's, I know."
"Ok, I'll see you later." Bright replies, kissing Alison square on the mouth before walking away.
** 2:00pm
*There's a loud knock at the door of Ephram Brown's apartment.
Amy Abbott opens the door, "Hey!" She exclaims loudly.
Bright smiles broadly. "How's it going, you're not busy are you?" He asks, raising an eyebrow at his sister.
Amy glares at him, "Shut up."
"Sorry. But hey I brought pie." Bright replies, handing her a Tupperware container
"Aw you baked? Should I be worried?"
Bright fakes a laugh, "No. Ali baked it, not me."
"Oh that was nice of her..I on the other hand have save both you and Ephram from the horror that is my baking skills". Amy replies.
Bright laughs at his sister as Ephram enters the room.
"Where is the drama queen?" Ephram asks, unenthusiastically as he enters the living room.
"Ephram," Amy scowls at her boyfriend.
"Forget about it," Bright shrugs, "So what's going on?"
"Nothing we've been waiting around for you." Ephram replies.
"Oh."
"So Alison's not coming?"
"Nah she's at some poetry reading."
"God, how many poetry reading can one person go to." Amy states.
"Hey. As long as I'm not dragged along to them, I don't care." Bright replies.
"So are you glad to be in New York, I mean it's been what over a month since you two have seen each other."
Bright remains silent.
"What's going on?" Amy asks with concern.
"I don't know, things just don't seem right between us lately." Bright replies collapsing onto the well-broken in couch.
"Where they ever?" Ephram asks seriously.
"I thought they were, I know we're really different but it never seemed to bother either of us, but now it's like Alison's a completely different person even though I know that she's been like this as long as I've known her. It's like before I could tolerate her; I even found her literary rants sexy, but now I just want to tell her to shut up."
"Ok so the honeymoon period's over. That's a natural occurrence." Amy replies.
"Last night, I turned down sex."
"Uh, yeah this relationships over." Ephram smirks.
"Ephram." Amy swats him on the arm.
"I think he may be right, I don't know, I think I'll talk to her about it tonight, I mean it can't be just me that's unhappy right."
"Sure." Amy replies, reassuringly. "Now come on, let's crack open this pie."
*5 minutes alter: Ephram, Amy and Bright are all seated around the small kitchen table engrossed in Alison' cherry pie.
** There's a knock at the door.
"That's got to be Delia." Ephram says, his mouth full of pie.
"The squirts in town?" Bright replies without taking his eyes off his plate
"In Town?" Amy says walking towards the door, "Delia's been living in New York since August. Amy replies opening the door. "Didn't Ephram tell you?"
Bright shakes his head as Amy opens the door.
"Hey!"
"Hi. Sorry I'm late, it was Hell trying to get off campus, I swear every time one of those yuppy TA's decides to hold a political rally the whole place becomes chaotic?"
"No problem, come on in there's pie."
"Ooo." Delia grins.
"Oh and Bright's here."
"Hey squirt." Bright says cheerfully, turning around in his seat. "Oh my God." Bright says louder than he intended, shocked that Delia is in fact the girl from NYU.
"What?" Ephram replies looking up from his dish.
"N-nothing."
Delia turns towards the two men, "Hey Bright."
"Hi, wow when was the last time I saw you, you look completely different." Bright says, regaining composure.
"Who are you kidding I still look like I'm twelve."
"No, you don't, you look great." Bright replies, honestly.
Delia looks up at him, they lock eyes.
"Hey....where you at my school yesterday." Delia asks, raising an eye brow at Bright.
"Yeah."
"I crashed into didn't I?"
"Yeah."
"You should of said something, I had no idea it was you....I kind of get this tunnel vision thing when I'm playing sports sometimes, it's a trick my 10th grade soccer coach taught me-to tune out any outside distractions, unfortunately it works a little too well."
Bright laughs, "Well I had no idea it was you."
"So what kind of pie do we have?" Delia asks Ephram with a grin.
"Cherry."
"Oo. Hand me a plate."
Ephram rolls his eyes at his sister.
"So, Del how'd that math test go?" Amy asks, taking a seat next to Ephram.
"Horrible, I'll never be good at math no matter how hard I try."
"Who ever really uses math today anyway?" Bright cuts in.
Delia smiles at him.
"Math teachers, accountants, architects.."
"Hey Del, you going to be a Math teacher, accountants or architect?" Bright asks matter-of-factly.
Delia shakes her head.
"See so no problem"
"Hey Amy?"
"Yeah Delia?"
"You got any milk?"
"As long as Ephram didn't finish is off this morning with his cap'n crunch, we do. You know where to look."
Delia nods, getting up from her seat. "Anybody want anything?"
"I'll have a pepsi." Ephram replies.
"That sounds good." Bright replies, flinging a piece of pie at Ephram.
"This means war." Ephram smirks.
"Oh God!" Amy sighs following Delia to the kitchen.
Delia laughs as she approaches the fridge.
"It's like this every time they get together...I swear it feels like I'm running a zoo here."
"Looks like it too." Delia smirks wickedly at Amy, who over the years has become more like a friend to her than simply her brother's girlfriend.
Amy send Delia a faux angry glance.
Delia giggles.
"So how's that boyfriend of yours, Greg?"
"Gavin. He's fine...I'd imagine." Delia shrugs submissively.
"Lost another one. What happened Del, I thought you really liked this one...this was the guy in the band right..the guitar player?"
"Bassist. Glad you pay attention when I talk Aim."
"I do! You know I do, it's just hard to keep track."
"I know." Delia replies patting Amy on the shoulder. "Gavin was nice and everything, but he was really intense about his music and while he was really fun sometimes..I got tired of our plans getting canceled on the count of emergency pre-practice practice sessions."
"Ah."
Delia shrugs, "Besides I don't want to waste my time if I know its not going to go anywhere..I mean if I want a date to the movies all I have to do is step out of my dorm room, but if I'm going to be in a relationship with somebody I think I should at least be one of their top 5 priorities."
"Don't get discouraged, you're young, it me and Ephram until we were 21 to finally get together."
"Yeah but you got lucky you had all these really decent guys for boyfriends before you had Ephram...I've had a bunch of losers, I say I deserve my Mr. right, right no-"
"Weren't you two getting us sodas?" Bright's voice cuts Delia off."
"If we're taking so long why don't you just get your ass up and get your own soda."
"Nah, too much work," Bright replies.
Delia and Amy share amused glance.
"You know Bright's still available." Amy teases.
"Oh yeah, then who was high strung lass standing next to him yesterday giving me the death stare?"
Amy tosses her head back dramatically. "That would be Alison," Amy mutters. "Very uptight, very unBright business major at NYU..your brother Hates her."
"That's a shock." Delia rolls her eyes.
*10 mins later back at the table: Everyone is sitting around the table engaged in scattered conversation, the pie is half eaten.
"Oh you know what we should do!" Amy exclaims getting out of her chair.
"What?" Ephram asks, almost afraid to.
Amy walks over to the book shelf and bulls a large box down from the top shelf, "We should play life!"
"No." Ephram barks.
"Why not?"
"You always win." Ephram replies, crossing his arms.
Delia attempts to hold back her laughter.
"Shut up." Ephram glares at her.
"Come on that's only when me and you play..now we finally have more players."
"You're telling me that you two when you actually are alone and by yourselves sit down and play board games?" Bright smirks at his best friend.
"Shut up." Ephram growls
"Bitchy." Bright grins.
"Well I think its sweet. And if you two baby's don't want to play that's fine cause I'll play you Amy."
"Thank you!"
"I want to be the blue car." Delia announces.
Ephram stands up," you can't be blue that's my car."
"You're not playing." Amy says handing Delia the blue car.
"Says who?"
"You." Delia and Amy say together.
"Well I'm playing now Give me the car." Ephram says ripping the blue car out of Delia's hand.
"Fine, I'll just be the green car."
"And I'll be red."
Bright sighs as he joins them on the living room floor, "What's left?"
"Pink, yellow or orange."
"Orange please."
Delia elbows Bright, "Come on real man choose pink."
Bright looks over at Delia, who is now grinning form ear to ear, "Alright fine."
*2 hours later: Bright, Amy, Ephram and Delia are sprawled out on the living room floor lost in a game of jenga.
"Jenga!" Amy screams before the tower of blocks collapses.
"Rematch!" Delia squeals.
"If I have to sit through another round of this I need something stronger than soda..Beer Bright?"
"Sure."
"Me too!" Amy chimes in.
"Me too." Delia says raising her hand.
"No." Ephram calls from the kitchen.
"Oh stop it Ephram. We're all adults here." Amy replies.
"She's not 21." Ephram replies with amusement.
"Just because I'm not supposed to doesn't mean I don't"
"Yeah, I don't think that statement will help your case." Bright nudges Delia.
She smiles at him as Ephram returns with four cans of beer.
Bright's phone rings as Ephram hands him a can.
"Hello?" bright answers his phone stifling a laugh at the sight of Ephram and Delia fighting over what game to play next.
"Bright you there?" Alison's voice brings him out of his daze.
"Oh hey Babe."
"Where are you it's quarter to 5."
"Oh!" Bright's eyes go wide. "W-we got caught up playing board games."
"Board games. How mature."
"Yeah well what can I say we don't know how to have any real fun."
"Ok well, hurry on down here We're all going to go to that little café down the street for a quick dinner..and than Paul Elliott is going to reread some of his works back at his loft, it's going to be fabulous "
"Well, um I actually already ate."
"What?"
"You know Amy, she cooked a big meal and everything I felt bad not eating."
"You cook, ha." Ephram mutters.
Amy swats his arm.
"Ow."
"Oh well, I guess you could just meet me in front of the school in a half hour and then we could go hear Paul talk."
"Yeah, Babe well, see that's not really my thing and Ephram's baby sister is here so we're all just catching up and having a really good time..can I just meet you back at your place later?"
Alison sighs heavily. "Fine, Bright."
"Are you mad?"
"No. I'm not mad..just promise me you won't fall asleep on me again."
"I promise"
"Alright I'll see you back here later I guess."
"Ok."
"Bye Bright Love you."
"Me too. Bye Hon." Bright finishes lamely.
Once bright puts the phone down, Amy pounces him, "What was that about?"
"I was supposed to be back to Alison at 4."
Ephram rolls eyes.
"Why didn't you tell us, we would have pushed you out the door, is she mad?"
"No she's going to go hang out with that poet guy."
"Doesn't that bother you?" Amy asks.
Bright shrugs, "It's just a big group of people gawking over this drip, no big deal."
Delia watches Bright carefully.
"So I cook now?" Amy sends her brother an amused look.
"God, don't even kid about that stuff." Ephram replies wryly
"I know, I know its so unbelievable but I had to say something...she was going to drag me to one of those café's were you get a cup of coffee and a breadstick and call it a meal."
"Fine you're forgiven..but you're buying the pizza."
"That I can do." Bright grins at his sister.
*The rest of the night flies by as the group goes from playing board games to watching movies to just lying around talking.
*11:30: Amy is lying on the couch next to Ephram her face buried in his shoulder, Ephram and bright are discussing movies/
Delia stand up with a yawn, "Ok I know it's the weekend and by all accounts I'm supposed to be staying out till 3 in the morning partying and making out with some guy named Chet but seriously I'm an old woman in a 19 year old body..I need to go to bed."
Ephram nudges Amy, "Ok. See ya..tomorrow?"
"We'll see, maybe I'll switch it up a bit and find real friends to hang out with."
"Delia I'm hurt." Amy replies.
"You know I don't mean you, you're fabulous...my brother however leaves something to be desired." Delia sticks her tongue out at Ephram.
"He does doesn't he." Amy smirks.
Delia giggles.
"Ok enough picking on me, I thought you were leaving."
"I am goodnight Amy, Ephram, Bye Bright it was great to see you again."
Bright stands up, "Hey wait, want an escort? It's kind of late to be going back yourself."
"Well it's only a five minute walk but if you want to sure."
"Yeah I have to meet Alison anyway so it work out."
"Ok. Night guys."
Ephram waves at them as they head towards the door.
*Outside: Bright and Delia walk in silence for a few moments.
Finally Bright speaks up, "So what happened to you?"
Delia gives him a confused look, "What?"
"I mean last time I saw you I think you were 14 and wearing Ephram's old jeans and that baseball cap."
"And that's different from now how exactly?" Delia asks point to her ragged pair of jeans
Bright smiles, looking straight into her eyes he replies, "I don't know it just is..you're all grown up I guess."
Delia scoffs, "What are you talking about? I'm still Ephram's baby sister."
Bright groans, putting a hand to his forehead, "Oh God, I must have sounded like such an ass...I didn't mean it like that, It's just Alison's."
"I know how you meant it."
Bright sighs.
"So what's with you and this Alison."
"I don't know, I met her when she came to visit her brother, my roommate up at school. And we hit it off and been dating ever since."
Delia nods, shoving her hands into her pockets.
"Things were great at first you know there's all that passion from being so different, you fight and then you make up..and then that cools off and you start really getting to know each other."
"Mmhhm"
"But then it was like I got to know her, and we have nothing in common and that's ok for a while but then I think I just lost interest and then all the little stuff that bugged me about her suddenly wasn't so little anymore."
"I know what you mean."
"So you've got a lot of boyfriends then, I mean if you know so much?
"Nah..just played second fiddle to a guitar one too many times."
Bright nods.
Delia smiles at him, "You know you shouldn't worry about Alison. If she's not the one for you you'll find somebody else."
"I don't know, there's not much call for foul-mouth immature jocks these days."
Delia kicks bright lightly in the shin, "Hey there's more to you than that."
Bright just shakes his head, his eyes concentrated on the ground.
"I'm serious. You're one of the coolest guys I've ever known."
Bright laughs.
"Come on what other guy would ignore all the bubbly cheerleaders giving him the eye at town function to dance with every single 10 year old girl in the place?"
"Yeah well.."
"tell that story to any girl, and you got yourself a long term relationship buddy, chicks melt for that stuff."
Bright looks up at Delia, "And what do You melt for, huh?"
"someone who knows how to have fun and who isn't too serious."
"That'll change, every girl wants the mature brooding artist type."
"Nooo, I've had my fair share of those brooders, besides maturity is over rated."
Silence ensues as they approach the school.
"Well here we are."
"Yep." Delia says flatly
"Today was.....fun."
"It was a blast."
"We should all do it again sometime."
"Definitely. You know you don't need a girlfriend to have an excuse to come to the city...you really should come more often."
"Yeah well maybe, we'll see I really do need a change of scenery."
Delia and Bright;s eyes connect.
Delia shifts her weight, swaying slightly in the process.
Bright grabs Delia by the arm to stabilize her.
Delia looks down at Bright's hand that is wrapped around her elbow, smiling slightly she says, "Thanks."
"No problem."
"Well I should let you get back to that girlfriend of yours."
"yeah.she's probably pacing the floor about now."
"Delia laughs, "Ok, well thanks for walking with me."
"Anytime."
"Goodnight." Delia replies kissing Bright on the cheek before running towards the dorms.
Bright stands in the dark for a moment before following Delia's lead.
*Alison's dorm room.
Bright enters. The room is empty, but the closet is wide open.
At the sound of the door closing, Alison emerges from the closet.
"Seriously, as great as tonight was, you need to go Bright will be back any minute and the last thing I need-"
"Hey babe." Bright frowns at the shell-shocked Allison.
"Bright, oh I thought you were somebody else."
"Apparently so."
"Bright,,,,,,"
"So you're seeing somebody else?"
"No?"
"Just screwing them, then. Ok."
"Bright Abbot it is not like that!" Alison says sternly.
"Whatever."
"I'm not sleeping with anybody."
"No you just apparently are having a really good time without me with other people and don't want me to know about it." Bright spits back at her. "I guess I'm just too embarrassing for you. What would that Paul guy think of such a brilliant fascinating woman like you being with a schlep like me?"
"Paul's not judgmental ok, he's a great guy."
"So he's the one you're sleeping with."
"I'm not sleeping with him."
"You know somehow I don't believe you...you know I knew I got out of going to all that boring stuff way too easily."
"Oh so my interests are boring now?"
"Yes. But lets not change the subject Allison."
Suddenly, Alison is overcome with tears, "Oh Bright! I'm sorry."
Bright sighs.
"I-it was one time..tonight...but never before, we've gone out to coffee a few times but that was it. It meant nothing."
"Don't patronize me Alison. I'm not an idiot I know that guy has a lot more to offer you than I do...you're whole life you've been dying to dig your claws into a guy like that, successful, smart,, loaded."
"Bright.."
"No, look let's be honest we both know this relationships been on the outs for months. We were just too proud to say anything, instead we both just played along."
Alison wraps her arms around Bright, "I'm so sorry, Bright."
Bright moves away from her, "Me too. Goodbye Alison."
"Wait, where are you going to go? At least stay the night its late."
"No, I don't think I can do that." Bright replies, walking out the door.
Riding the elevator downstairs, Bright rests his head on the wall, muttering to himself, cursing all the wasted time."
The elevator door opens abruptly revealing Delia dressed in flannel pajama pants and and old t-shirt-her hair pulled into a lose pony tail.
"Bright?"
Bright looks up, "Oh hey."
"What are doing?"
"Going down?"
Delia nods knowingly, "Me too."
"In your pajamas?" Bright asks absentmindedly
"Well I ran out of face wash so I came up here to borrow some from my friend Rachel..and now I'm going back to my room."
Bright nods.
"So what happened?"
"Turns out my girlfriend's schnooking the poet guy."
"Oh. I'm sorry Bright."
Bright shrugs, "No big deal we both knew it was over anyway."
"Yeah but it still hurts doesn't it?"
"Yeah. God I'm actually angry and I have no idea why because I really don't care."
"Yes you do."
"Yeah I do...but there's somebody else out there for me right?"
"Absolutely."
"Yeah. Right."
"So where are you going?"
"Figured I'd hit up Ephram and Amy for their couch."
"No you can't do that."
"Why?"
"Because it's after 12, you'll wake both of them up when you get there---if you make it there alive--unlit city streets after dark not something you want to play around with---and besides you know how cranky Ephram gets once he's asleep and gets woken up by anything other than his alarm."
"Yeah. I guess you're right I'll probably just crash on the couch by the main enterance."
*The elevator doors open again.
Delia takes Bright by the hand and drags him out, "Nuh-uh, come on."
"Where?"
"My room?"
" I don't want to intrude, won't your roommate get annoyed?"
"Nah, she's fucking her boyfriend across the hall, believe me you sleeping in my bed while I borrow hers is not even an issue to her right now."
Bright smiles faintly, "Ok, fine but I'm leaving first thing."
"Fine. Whatever. Here we are!"
The door to Delia's room swings open. The pictures on the wall, the bright colored sheets and bunny slippers tucked in the corner all scream Delia.
Bright stands awkwardly in the doorway.
"Come on in Bright, make yourself comfy." Delia says brightly, climbing into her roommates bed."
Bright puts down his single bag and flops onto the other bed.
"That's the spirit." Delia yawns. "Now its time to sleep."
Bright removes his shoes and undoes the covers.
"Just turn off the light when you're ready." Delia replies turning over.
"Sure thing." Bright replies.
Delia snuggles into the blankets, in moments she is sound asleep.
Across the room Bright can't help but watch her. How did the little squirt he used to give piggyback rides to turn into such an amazing woman.
"*after a few minutes.
"Bright?" Delia says gruffly.
"Yeah?" Bright replies coming out of his stupor.
"Light please."
"Yeah. Sorry spaced out for a sec. Night."
"Night, don't let the bed bugs bite."
Bright clicks the light off. "Yep." He thinks to himself, "That girl is definitely something."
A/N ok bad ending, very long chapter but I just got pn a roll. Please read and review this really is just an experiment