Peyton was in her new room blasting Katy Rose on her stereo. She lay
on her bed, which Ephram and Bright had just moved into her room a couple
of hours ago. She had taken out her drawing notebook with a glimmer (right
word?) of a smile playing on her face she drew a picture of herself,
Ephram, and Bright walking down the road together, herself in the middle.
Her cartoon like pictues managed to capture Ephram and Bright's
personalities perfectly. She finished the drawing and held it wasy from
her looking at it. The day had gone better than she thought it would have.
She looked at her two new friends, both so different. She put her sketch
pad away when she heard her dad knock at the door.
"Come in," Peyton called sitting up on her bed. Her Dad walked in and took a seat near her on the edge of the bed. Peyton reached to turn of the music so they could talk. She turned to him,
"So, how did your day go?" she asked. She loved it so much when her Dad would come in here and they would just talk. And with this permanent job that didn't make him move around these talking sessions would become more common. She smiled at that thought.
"It was good, no it was great," he continued, "I'm so glad to be settling down because I can spend more time with you now."
"Yea," she said. Peyton remembered all the times when her Dad had to leave because of work he would be gone for weeks sometimes months and she would be left all alone. Those were very lonely times and she was glad they were over. They went on to talk more in detail about the other's day. Her Dad told Peyton about Andy Brown his boss, he believed him to be a genuinely good guy, they had had lunch together and apparently really got to know the other. Peyton spoke excitedly when she told her Dad that Andy Brown was Ephram's father. Her father didn't seem to suprised,
"Yea, he said he had two kids, a 16-year old which must be Ephram and a 12-year old." Peyton responded fast,
"Delia!" Her Dad asked her more about Bright and Ephram. Peyton gushed happily (it doesn't happen that often I know) about her knew friends. She told of Ephram's love for piano and Bright's shared love for Johnny Depp, and so on. After her father left she turned the music back on, got under the covers, and lay their thinking. She was nearing sleep when she heard a "tap" and then again. She chose to ignore it at first but it continued. She came to realize what it was, someone was throwing pebbles at her window to get her attention. She knew it was Bright, who else could it be, and she was right. When she opened her window she could see Bright standing their looking up at her.
"Hey," he called up to her.
"What's up?" she asked wondering his reasons for coming over. He looked nervous, which is unusual for Bright.
"Tommorow do you want to walk to school together?" he asked. He didn't know why he was acting like this, usually he liked to have the girls come to him. He felt a little uneasy on this ground, he felt a little nervous around her. He had always before felt complete control but around her, he wasn't sure what to say or he was unsure what to do.
"Sure," she said, "what time?" She was planning on going over there in the morning to walk with him anyways.
"How about...7:45?" he asked, "is that good or do you need more time?"
"Nah, back at Tree Hill you had to leave at 6:30, so 7:45 is fine with me," she said.
"Wow, so early," it sounded so lame but he couldn't think of anything else to say. What was happening? Why was he like this all of a sudden? He never was at lost of words before.
"Ok then," she called, "see you" and she began closing the window. Bright didn't want her to go, he wanted her to keep on talking, he wasn't sure if he would be able to talk back, but he just loved the sound of her voice. He told her goodnight and turned back to go home. Peyton had absolutely no idea that Bright was in love with her, she had seen him acting a bit odd, but thought very little of it.
"Come in," Peyton called sitting up on her bed. Her Dad walked in and took a seat near her on the edge of the bed. Peyton reached to turn of the music so they could talk. She turned to him,
"So, how did your day go?" she asked. She loved it so much when her Dad would come in here and they would just talk. And with this permanent job that didn't make him move around these talking sessions would become more common. She smiled at that thought.
"It was good, no it was great," he continued, "I'm so glad to be settling down because I can spend more time with you now."
"Yea," she said. Peyton remembered all the times when her Dad had to leave because of work he would be gone for weeks sometimes months and she would be left all alone. Those were very lonely times and she was glad they were over. They went on to talk more in detail about the other's day. Her Dad told Peyton about Andy Brown his boss, he believed him to be a genuinely good guy, they had had lunch together and apparently really got to know the other. Peyton spoke excitedly when she told her Dad that Andy Brown was Ephram's father. Her father didn't seem to suprised,
"Yea, he said he had two kids, a 16-year old which must be Ephram and a 12-year old." Peyton responded fast,
"Delia!" Her Dad asked her more about Bright and Ephram. Peyton gushed happily (it doesn't happen that often I know) about her knew friends. She told of Ephram's love for piano and Bright's shared love for Johnny Depp, and so on. After her father left she turned the music back on, got under the covers, and lay their thinking. She was nearing sleep when she heard a "tap" and then again. She chose to ignore it at first but it continued. She came to realize what it was, someone was throwing pebbles at her window to get her attention. She knew it was Bright, who else could it be, and she was right. When she opened her window she could see Bright standing their looking up at her.
"Hey," he called up to her.
"What's up?" she asked wondering his reasons for coming over. He looked nervous, which is unusual for Bright.
"Tommorow do you want to walk to school together?" he asked. He didn't know why he was acting like this, usually he liked to have the girls come to him. He felt a little uneasy on this ground, he felt a little nervous around her. He had always before felt complete control but around her, he wasn't sure what to say or he was unsure what to do.
"Sure," she said, "what time?" She was planning on going over there in the morning to walk with him anyways.
"How about...7:45?" he asked, "is that good or do you need more time?"
"Nah, back at Tree Hill you had to leave at 6:30, so 7:45 is fine with me," she said.
"Wow, so early," it sounded so lame but he couldn't think of anything else to say. What was happening? Why was he like this all of a sudden? He never was at lost of words before.
"Ok then," she called, "see you" and she began closing the window. Bright didn't want her to go, he wanted her to keep on talking, he wasn't sure if he would be able to talk back, but he just loved the sound of her voice. He told her goodnight and turned back to go home. Peyton had absolutely no idea that Bright was in love with her, she had seen him acting a bit odd, but thought very little of it.