Disclaimer: unfortunately I have not gained ownership of Everwood or Christ Pratt in the last few hours, a fact I am currently mourning.
To my faithful reviewer: I wasn't upset by your mistake (hell, I make tons) just slightly confused. Thanks for all the happys you send about my fic.
10,9,8,7,6,5,4,3,2,1… blast off
I should have seen it coming, I seem to say that a lot about this part of my life. But, of course, I was taken by complete surprise when Bright showed up at the front door at 7:30 the next morning. I knew he couldn't be there for me. Not only did I have plans with his sister later, but also anyone who values their reproductive parts knows better than to wake me before 10:00. But there he was, two cups of coffee in his hands and ridiculously happy. I just shook my head and slammed the door. A few seconds later, though, Delia was running down the stairs smiling like mad. What the hell could turn a Brown into a morning person? Convinced that I was dreaming of a strange, twisted dimension, I headed back to bed for many more hours of sleep.
Strangely enough, this odd behavior became a pattern. It became so annoying to hear the doorbell ring at such an unearthly hour, Bright became the first person to actually possess a key to the Brown house. After only three days, my father discovered that the very thing that was driving us mad was also turning us back into a family rather than just three people living in the same house. We came home from work to find Delia cooking the most complicated meal every made in our house (not that it would be very hard since none of us really cook, but that's beyond the point,) and quietly singing to herself. Dinner that night consisted of more than Dad and I talking at each other. Instead Delia began to tell us about going to watch Bright coach football at the school, the movie they had watched the night before, and amazingly enough the conversation began to flow. There were still sore topics, anything that could lead towards a conversation about Brittany. But my sister was back.
A/N: I am worried that I have lost where I am taking this. This is the last update (seriously) for a little while. Don't worry the story will be on my mind and I may be working on it but I won't be posting. I will check e-mail routinely for reviews and suggestions. Got a suggestion? E-mail me.