Bright picked up the cordless and sat down with a thump on his bed. He fiddled with the short antenna idly and twirled the phone around a few times. He sighed and looked up, not really sure if he should call her or not. He glanced at the clock. It was 7:45. He'd come upstairs as soon as he was done with dinner.

"Bright!" Amy asked pushing his partially open door all the way open.

"What Amy?" His voice was startled.

"Do you have my Cake CD?"

"I don't know. Go look if you want." He pointed to his CD rack.

"What's up with you?"

"Nothing"

"Missing Hannah already are you?" She asked finding her CD.

"No," he said a bit unsteadily.

"It's okay Bright. I'm a girl. I know about these things. You don't have to try and pretend. You two are adorable. Give her a call. I'm sure she'd love to hear from you."

"What do I say to her?" He asked, his bright blue eyes beaming.

"What would you normally say to her?" Amy asked sitting down on his bed in front of him and pulling a few stray blonde hairs back.

"I'm not sure. We kind of just talked about stuff, you know?"

"Yeah. Well, just give it a try. If you really do miss her, then call her. You'll have something to say. You always do."

"Thanks, Amy." He smiled a little.

"Sure. You're welcome." She replied and walked to the door.

Bright sighed again, still not confident in himself. He dropped the phone again.

"Hey Bright," she popped back around the corner of the door. "Thanks for the CD."

"Yeah, no problem." He looked down again. The sounds of Cake began to emanate from Amy's room down the hall.

'Cause I've found what the world is searching for

Here, right here, my dear, I don't have to look no more

And all my days, I've hoped and I've prayed

For someone just like you to make me feel the way you do

I'm never gonna give you up

I'm never ever gonna stop

Stop the way I feel about you

Girl I just can't live without you

He picked up the cordless again and dialed her number. It rang once, twice, three times. The answering machine picked up on the fourth ring. A man's voice gave the usual speech and he could only assume it was Hannah's father or brother. The tone sounded, and his brain scrambled to think of what he wanted to say.

"Hey, this is a message for Hannah. I was just calling to talk to her, see how she was doing. This is Bright Abbott by the way. It was nothing urgent but I'd love a call back when she could get to it." He pressed the talk button and set down the phone.

He laid back on the soft bed and thought. He thought about everything going on in his life now with his mother and with Hannah's dad. It was crazy how stuff happened like that in life. One minute everything is fine, and then BOOM! Some news like that shows up and changes lives. It made him realize just how much of his life he wasted on pointless bimbo girls and not making more of his high school career.

The phone rang. He lunged forward to pick it up.

"Hello, Abbot's." He answered.

"Bright," her soft voice was easy to pick out.

"Hannah," he sighed, feeling overjoyed and relieved to hear from her at the same time.

"I got your message. I was listening to the radio and I didn't hear the phone. I'm sorry." She replied. Just hearing her voice made the world seem a little more at peace.

"That's totally fine. I know how that goes, believe me. I've blasted the radio more than a few times in my lifetime."

"Yeah, I needed something to pass the time as I was cleaning. It's good to hear from you." She smiled, he could tell by the way her voice changed. It got brighter and happier.

"How have you been?" He asked as a wide smile spread across his face and he laid back.