Disclaimer: I own nothing. I would love to own Chris Pratt, though and if anyone can tell me how to have a relationship as wonderful as Bright and Hannah's in my life, I'd gladly appreciate the advice.

Title: Oh, Those Summer Nights
Pairing: Bright/Hannah
Rating: PG (maybe PG-13)
Summary: A series of phone conversations between Bright and Hannah over the summer. The first chapter is mostly set-up. The next chapter will start the phone conversations.

Chapter One

Five hours. Five glorious hours of replaying the most perfect kiss over and over and over in her head. Hannah finally understood why Amy always made such a fuss about Ephram. She'd always understood, but never really got it, you know? Now she did.

It had been five hours and Hannah was more than positive that an entire minute hadn't passed without remembering the sweat. Who knew that sweat could be such a wonderful thing? And the sweet smile he'd given her the moment she'd mentioned the normally gross sounding word.

He really was perfect. Perfect for her, at least. He got her and he saw all of her and he still wanted her. It was like a dream. She pinched herself again. It was still real. Hannah smiled and brought her fingers to her lips once again. The lips that he had touched. The lips that had met with his lips. Hannah fell onto her bed, the one she hadn't slept in for months and she stared at the ceiling. She was still on a high and the reality of her life and her dad hadn't really made it into her brain quite yet. Bright Abbott was officially the best thing that had ever happened to her.

Stuck in Everwood, Bright was having much similar thoughts. It hadn't been twenty-four hours since she'd left. Hell, the sun hadn't even started to set for the day and he was already missing her. Really missing her. His body missed her. His mind missed her. His heart, missed her. The two weeks she'd been gone earlier in the year had been dreadful and now she was going to be gone four times that long. It also didn't help that his feelings for her had escalated way more than he had ever intended.

Bright glanced at the clock again. Only twenty minutes had passed since the last time. This was going to be the longest summer of his life. Bright was in the kitchen making another sandwich, which had become a habit when missed Hannah, when Amy walked into the kitchen, phone in hand.

"Here," she said holding the phone out for him.

"What?"

"Call her."

"Call who?" He asked, never looking up as he continued to spread the mustard on his bread.

"I know what happened. Hannah called."

"So?"

"So, you took my advice once and look how well it worked out for you. Now, I'm offering it again. Call her."

"You said she just called."

"To tell me about the kiss." Amy taunted him with kissing sounds as she dangled the phone in front of him. "Just call her." She sat the phone on the countered and whistled all the way up the stairs.

Bright picked up the phone and pulled the number Hannah had given him earlier from his wallet. As he dialed the numbers, he cursed his sister for always being right.

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