A/N: I haven't already said this, but none of these characters belong to me. They are all property of their respective owners, specifically Greg Berlanti. I'd love to own these two so I could do my own little love puppet shows, but this will have to do for now.
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An overly perky, somewhat unreal sounding stewardess broke into the cheesy, quiet in-flight music and Bright looked up from the magazine he had been flipping through.
"We are now landing at Minneapolis-St. Paul International Airport. Thank you for flying Northwest Airlines." She informed the passengers.
He wrapped up his I-Pod and straightened up his carry-on bag which was sitting in the seat next to him. Somehow he had been lucky enough to not have someone sit next to him all the way from Denver. That was a miracle, but it was nice to simply be alone with his thoughts and not to have to worry about another person and making painful small-talk with them, or fighting over the arm rests. He took a deep breath as the plane taxied the runway and they began to exit on the concourse. He threw his backpack over his shoulder and left the plane as well, walking with the multitude of other passengers toward the airport itself. He made it to the end of the long dark hallway and the light and noise nearly blinded him. The hustle and bustle of people was enormous compared to the plane. He scanned the crowd for a moment. Then he saw her. She too scanned the crowd for the face she had been waiting to see for what seemed like forever. Their gazes met and a wide smile spread across her face.
"Hannah!" He mouthed with great excitement. As soon as she saw him, she took off like a shot out of a cannon and shortly covered the distance of a good hundred feet between them. It was really a miracle she didn't run into anyone, but she in fact did not, except for Bright, who she collided with only second or two later in an amazing embrace. He wrapped his arms around her, scooped her little frame up, spinning her full circle and setting her down in one fluid, soft motion.
He took a moment just to look at her. Her hair was a little shorter than it had been, but not too much. Her eyes seemed a little more beautiful than he remembered them, and her smile was the same as always; amazing. "It's been too long." He murmured, kind of like he had before the first time they kissed, he leaned in, letting his breath brush against her face for a split second and then rapturing her lips just like he had on the sidewalk leading up to Nina's back in Everwood.
It was not as if the kiss took her by surprise, she was simply very excited to see him. She reached up to put her arms around his neck. In that moment, in the most clichéd way ever, all the surrounding noise ceased to exist and all there was was Bright and the kiss that they were sharing. She ran her right hand through his curly blonde locks and clung to him for dear life with her left. His arms were around her waist and she was up in the air again. Their lips parted and their interaction became a simple embrace, his strong arms encompassing her, not wanting to let her go. When he finally did, she dropped back down gently on the tips of her toes and her eyelids fluttered a few times as she simply processed the last few moments, attempting the store them away to cherish forever.
"It's nice to see you too." She beamed.
"All right, so just so you can't say I didn't warn you, I'm gonna warn you about my family. They are a little odd. I mean," he squeezed her hand.
"Hannah, please. I'm sure they are awesome. Let's go. Don't worry, okay?" He pleaded.
"Okay." She smiled as he squeezed her hand again.
"So, this is where you'll be sleeping." She pointed to a small sofa-bed in this room which was obviously the guest room.
"Just down the hall from yours." He grinned.
"Don't get any ideas." She playfully replied. Her mother had given her the talk before she left. Leaving her daughter alone in a house with her boyfriend for a weekend was not really ideal, but she had conceded to it because Hannah insisted that Bright was not like that, nor was she.
"I won't." He beamed back. She knew he wouldn't. He set down his bags and sat down on the sofa-bed. "Sit down; I wanna hear all about life in Minnesota." She sat down against the far side of the bed which was leaning against the wall, and wrapped her arms around her legs.
"What do you wanna know?" She asked. They talked for the better part of an hour and a half, and then she realized as she glanced at the clock that it was nearly midnight. "Wow. It's getting late." She yawned.
"Wouldn't want to keep you from your beauty sleep, not that you'd need it."
"Goodnight Bright. See you in the morning." She replied, grasping his hand as she got up and letting their fingers linger and then separate as she walked away. She opened the door and left the room. She turned back around in the door and reopened it, having not closed it all the way. "It's so good to have you here." She smiled and closed the door.
He changed quickly into a pair of flannel pants and a t-shirt, and lie down on the bed, putting a bent arm under his head to support it. He sighed happily. This had been one of the best days he'd had in a long time and much of it was spent in airports and on airplanes. Seeing Hannah made that all worth it though. He slowly drifted off to sleep, attempting to make some kind of sense of his plans for the next few days.
Hannah awoke the next morning to the sun streaming into her bedroom window. She never slept this long. She picked up her alarm clock. It was 8:45. She rolled over and stretched a little. There was a knock on her door. Her family had left last night for the clinic in Rochester, shortly after Bright got in so there was only one person it could be. She pulled the covers up over her a bit as she sat up.
"Come in." She called. He pushed open the door gently.
"Its breakfast, little miss sleepyhead." He whispered. He was holding a tray, balanced with food and beverage. He placed it on her lap.
"Bright, this is so sweet." She cooed.
"I figured you'd done enough of helping other people out, I mean my family and yours. You do so much. I thought you deserved a little pampering." He brushed a few hairs out of her face. "Enjoy your breakfast. When you get down, come on down ready for some fun." He smiled and shut the door behind him.
It was almost hard to believe that the things that happened that day after she got up from her breakfast in bed had even happened. It was like a day lifted directly from the pages of a movie script, one of those really cheesy chic flicks.
They did so many things together. They went bowling, which just happened to be her favorite thing to do on any day, and which she totally creamed him at; 178 to 125. Then after lunch, they went on of all things, a hot air balloon ride. He whispered to her that he wanted her to feel how it was to be him when he was with her; almost like floating. And after that, they returned home, and he cooked her dinner, which amazingly didn't suck at all. He had to keep her out of the kitchen, but he made it himself.
Now they were collapsed on the sofa in the den watching The Princess Bride.
"This is such a classic." Hannah commented as she nuzzled into his shoulder. He idly caressed her hand with his thumb as they watched.
"Wuv, Twue wuv… It's what bwings us togethaaaaa!" He exclaimed, quoting the minister. She giggled at the sound of it.
This was a day she would never forget. She had thought that the night before was good, but that was nothing compared to this. Bright really knew how to treat a lady, she honestly was surprised. It's not that she didn't think he was capable, but this was so much more amazing than she'd expected. She yawned and her eyelids began to droop. She attempted to keep them open, so she wouldn't miss a moment of the small amount of time she had left with him, but it was no use.
A moment later, he glanced down to the sleeping girl on his shoulder and smiled. He'd worn her out. He kissed the crown of her head and finished watching the movie. As the credits rolled her gently picked her up and brought her upstairs to her bed. As gently as possible, so as not to wake her, he set her down and covered her with a blanket. She stirred a little and mumbled something, but he didn't understand what it was. He shut the door and she rolled over, to be a little more comfortable.
She wasn't aware of it, but it really was the perfect end to the perfect day.
A/N: I didn't really want to write in Hannah's parents because I don't like making assumptions about not talked about characters, so sorry if anyone really wanted to meet them. lol. Please R&R. Thanks.