Title: Bringing It all Home
Chapter Two, wherein we review Bright and Ephram's sex life and talk about secrets.
Bright/Ephram? Bright/Hannah? You decide. Read and review.
On days like these, Bright always thought about Colin.
Not knowing where you are, who your with or what you did? Defiantly a 'Colin Days' thing to do. He remembered what it was like, back when Colin was alive. Partying with Colin till late in the morning and then coming home to Colin's bedroom, because his parents wouldn't mind if they didn't show up until 3. Maybe they should have, but they never did.
Bright had so many different members of Colin's room. Playing with action figures, making the little noises with their mouths. They got spit all over each other whenever someone revved a motorcycles engine, but they didn't care. Talking about Bright's first date, wondering if they would ever understand girls, and deciding they were better off without them anyways. That time Colin had spared some pot from a guy down in Denver. Colin loved the feeling of being high, Bright could tell. It was like his friend was in a different place, a better place. It hurt to think that there was a place better than being with him.
Bright on the other hand, spent his entire experience of being high, staring at the rug Colin's parents had placed in the living room. He could have swore the design was moving.
Bright never allowed himself to miss Colin. But more importantly, Bright never allowed himself to be angry with Colin. He was so busy being angry with everyone else, he never stopped to realize that he was really angry at Colin. Really, really angry. There were so many things that Colin did wrong.
He shouldn't have given Bright that flask. They shouldn't have left the festival. They should gone back for the fireworks. Colin should have been driving. Bright should be the one...
Bright didn't want to think about Colin anymore. Days like these always brought out those memories no one ever wanted to remember. The ones we hide in our closet, behind the porn and tax evasion. Bright could never seem to shake them on these kinds of mornings.
Shaking his head and sitting up he looked around. He was still in Ephram's room, with the green comforter pulled over his legs. Ephram was leaning on a pillow, his feet near where Bright's head was laying. He rolled his eyes, thinking his head most of been kicked more times than he wanted to think about.
Yawning, he threw the comforter back over Ephram's legs and scooted out of the bed. He grabbed a towel out of the closet and went into the bathroom to take a shower. He smelled like a mixture of alcohol and loneliness, not exactly the most attractive smell in the world.
While in the shower, Bright tried to recall what he and Ephram did for Man's Day. They had started out having breakfast at Nina's new diner. They had finally got it up and running that summer. It was clean and new age-y (Jake), but still had a lot of the same small town charm that everyone loved about it (Nina). They had ordered pancakes, making a contest out of who could make the coolest topping. Ephram pulled it out with a Strawberry-Banana-Chocolate combination, but Bright wasn't far behind with his Syrup-Cinnamon-Blueberry mix.
After eating breakfast they headed into town, stopping at the near-by arcade. A new one had just been put in on main street, and it was always filled with pre-pubescent boys trying to get their video game fix. The boys muscled there way toward the Dragon Slayer game, and began filling it with quarters. Bright likes to pretend they showed the kids a few things, but they both got their asses handed to them by eleven year olds. They got out of there was fast as they could.
They drove around town some more, looking for something else to do. Although Everwood had grown quiet a bit in the last few years, it still wasn't the greatest place for a couple of college guys to hang out.
Somehow they ended up on the highway. They didn't talk to each other. Everything had been so messed up between them lately, they didn't even know where to start. Bright was still confused about Hannah, and he couldn't seem to get over it. Ephram didn't mind. He had been so in love with Amy when he first moved here, he knew what it was like to love without being loved in return.
Ephram's love life wasn't doing much better. As much as he liked to bring up the fact that he was getting laid, he really wasn't. Not since he broke up with Laura. He tried to pretend it was because they were at different points in their lives. Ephram had a son, was going to school, and had a job playing piano on the weekends for Nina and Jake's diner. Laura was free spirited, and wild.
But on those mornings when he woke up wondering where he was, and what that smells was, and why there was still a bottle in his hand, he too had a secret in his closet. He still loved Amy. He wasn't sure if now, after they had barely had more than a ten minute conversation in weeks, he was just in love with the thought of being in love.
So they drove. Bright didn't mind that he was using all of his gas. Ephram didn't mind that they didn't know where they were going. And neither of them minded the silence.
Finally, after a while they decided to turn around and head home. They had been hoping for something amazing and fun to pop out at them from the side of the road, like it does in the movies. But sadly, nothing did. The boys went home, hungry, bored, and filled with secrets. So of course, they decided it was time to get plastered.