A/N: So, I'm gonna apologize for the lackage of Bright/Hannah content in the last few chapters. I don't know what to do with them. I'm gonna try and get some on this Amy stuff out of the way. Bear with me. I got us into this mess, now I have to get us out. And I promise this chapter has some good stuff in it. ;)

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"Amy! As enticing and fun as alcohol may seem right now, you are gonna regret it later." Hanna chased after Amy as she carried away a glass of beer.

"Oh Hannah, what would you know?" Amy was already on her way to being quite sloshed. Hannah hadn't been watching when she'd had two others. They fought their way through the crowds of people.

"I came with you to this party because I thought getting out and hanging out with people might help you get over Ephram."

"And I am. This glass here makes all my worries go away till tomorrow morning." She stuck the blue cup in Hannah's face. "Just because you are a little party pooper, all innocent and whatnot doesn't mean I can't have fun. I can hold a little alcohol, don't you think? Go find someone to hang out with; you don't have to baby-sit me. I can handle myself."

"Fine," Hannah huffed and stormed out of the party.
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When Amy came to she opened her eyes and looked up. She realized after a moment that she was flat on her back on a bed. She blinked a few times. Her head was killing her. She pressed her hand against it, and grimaced. She attempted to sit up but it didn't quite work. Her world was still spinning.

"Hey, how ya doing?" A guy's voice echoed in her ears. It was like he was screaming.

"Who are you?" She turned her head towards the source of the sound. He was attractive. Dark brown hair, dark eyes, fairly tall from what she could guess even if he was sitting down.

"Brad. I just couldn't let you stay down there on the floor. We were dancing down there and you kinda fell over. Overdid it on the drinks, huh?"

"Long story, what time is it?" She grimaced again and brushed a hand over her blonde hair, splayed out on the bed.

"I'd say its early morning, probably four o'clock." He smiled.

"How long have I been out?" She asked.

"A couple hours." He replied.

"You didn't need to stay. I appreciate-ouch-," she sat up, "-I appreciate you even bothering in the first place."

"Well, I don't usually drink at these things so I figured I should. Do you need a ride or something, Amy?"

She nodded. It was odd that he knew her name, but then she kind of remembered meeting him before they danced.

"Amy! I finally found you; I've been wandering around this house for like an hour." Hannah burst in the door.

"Hannah? What are you doing here? You left hours ago!"

"Yeah, I was really annoyed with you. But then I realized how awful it was for me to just leave you here. I came back an hour ago because I couldn't sleep. What are you doing up here?"

"Well, I don't really know. Ask Brad." She replied a bit sarcastically, and pointed at him.

Brad got up and approached Hannah.

"She was dancing with me and I could tell that she was pretty wasted. She collapsed and I brought her up here. She's been out ever since. She only came to a few minutes ago." He explained and turned back to Amy.

"Well, don't look at me, I don't remember."

"Thanks for taking care of her. That was super nice of you, Brad."

"No problem." He smiled at both girls. "Well, I better be getting out of here. It was nice to meet you Amy." He waved and left the room, shutting the door behind him. Hannah sat down on the bed.

"You okay, Amy?" Her timid voice questioned.

"Yeah, I'm just a little hung-over."

"Come on, let's get you home before your parents find out that you've been drunk all night and not home." She offered her hand and Amy took it.
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Hannah awoke the next morning to a ticking noise. She stirred. The sun was up, but she was tired from the night before. She looked at her alarm clock. It was almost eleven o'clock. The ticking continued. She looked around, confused. The noise came from her window. She got up, wrapped herself in a robe and opened it.

Looking down, she recognized the blurry figure as Bright.

"Hey sleepyhead, it's time to get up!" He beamed.

"Hi," she smiled even if she was still a bit groggy, "what are you doing here?"

"I wanna spend the day with you. It's Saturday, ya know have fun?"

"Sure, that sounds nice. Let me take I shower quickly."

"I'll be on the porch." He replied as she shut the window.

She showered quickly, dressed and came downstairs.

"Hey Hannah, you really slept in today." Nina was cooking something in the kitchen.

"Yeah, it's a long story." She looked around in the closet for her jean jacket.

"I think there's a boy waiting for you on the porch."

"Yeah, Bright and I are doing something today. I probably won't be home for dinner. See ya!" She grabbed an apple on her way out. Nina just smiled.

"Hey!" Bright greeted her, getting up from the porch swing and kissing her on the cheek.

"Oh hey, it's okay, sit down a minute." She replied. "What's all this about?"

"Well, Amy told me about last night, and I got down to thinking, and I realized that I don't appreciate you enough."

"What?" She laughed.

"Well, before we started going out I was all "you're not good enough for me" and whatnot, but I think I've started taking you for granted. I love that you are best friends with my little sister and take care of her when she does stupid stuff, like get drunk and pass out."

"Bright," she cut in.

"I love that you are over at my house like everyday, and are practically family. I love your smile and I love your laugh and the fact that you are the most decent and beautiful person I know. God, I sound like a greeting card right now, but I mean it. I am so lucky."

"Bright," she was in tears as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders in a hug. He stroked her hair. After a moment she got up. "Well, what is our fun filled day gonna be fun filled with?" She asked.

"Mini-golf?" He offered, raising and eyebrow as well is the inflection in his voice. She nodded and smiled.
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Amy's hangover was just going away as she sipped her French Vanilla coffee, sitting in her kitchen.

No one was home. The parents were off at some appointment, and she wasn't sure where Bright was, but she knew he wasn't home.

In front of her was Ephram's letter. She fiddled with the edges of it. It had been over a week since she'd gotten it now. Part of her wanted to desperately to have him back, and another part was madder than hell at him and never wanted to talk to him again.

She took another sip. The clock on the wall ticked. It ticked again, and again and again. She just sat there listening to it. Her phone, across the counter, started to vibrate. She rushed to catch it before it vibrated itself off the counter. She read the screen. It was the payphone number.

"Hello," she answered. There was silence on the other end for a moment. "Hello?"

"You have no idea how much I've missed hearing your voice."

"Ephram, I don't know if this is going to work."

"Amy, I know. I just, I can't describe to you how I'm feeling. I never thought I'd miss everyone this much. Never thought I'd miss you this much. I know this all sucks for you, everything, but I love you Amy. That didn't change when I found out about Madison and the baby. Yes, I wigged out, but I still loved you."

"Ephram, you cannot play with my emotions like this. I won't let you! I tried so hard to make us work. I tried so hard to keep you from knowing about Madison because I knew it would ruin us. I loved you too. Now, I'm just confused." She slammed herself down onto the couch.

"Well, I have to finish working here. I have a few more weeks left that I agreed to here at this piano bar, club thing, but after that I am coming home. I want to figure us out, okay?" His voice was hopeful, and loving.

"Yeah, I guess." She sighed.

"I'll see you soon." He replied and the receiver clicked. He was gone again.
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"That was fun. I never knew I was such a good putter."

"You demolished me, Hannah. That was awesome." He parked the truck and they went inside the Abbott's house. Amy was still on the sofa, watching TV. Her laptop was sitting next to her.
"Hey, you okay?" Hannah asked her.

"Yeah," she faked a smile. "Just watching a little reality TV."

"Come on, let's go." Bright grabbed Hannah by the hand and pulled her upstairs.

They were kissing by the time they got up the stairs. She sat down on his bed.

"Bright, I had fun today," she spoke between kisses. "What you said was so sweet. I don't feel like you don't appreciate me though." She kissed him again. "Although, it was nice to just spend a day having fun and not thinking about life," she finished.

"Good," he replied pressing his lips to hers again. He placed his hand on her cheek, cupping her face.
Soon his hands were everywhere. She felt his right one slip under the back of her shirt and fumble with the clasp of her bra. Her eyes popped open and she pushed him off with a mighty force that she didn't expect to have in her.

"What the heck was that, Bright?" She was almost screaming. "Is that why you did all this? You wanted to get me in bed?" She was furious and scared at the same time.

"No," he denied.

"God, I can't believe that I believed for one second that you had changed, that you were different than before. You're no different; I'm just another one of those sluts to you. You know how I feel about this, Bright! Ahhhh!" She screamed and ran out of the room.

"Hannah, that's not what today was about!" He yelled out his door to her as she bounded downstairs. He flung himself down on the bed and sighed. He felt like a moron, a jerk, and a horny pervert all at once. That was a new low for him.
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Amy muted the commercials and got up to get a soda. When she returned she glanced down at her computer.

There was a new instant message from btheman.

btheman: Hey Amy, this is Brad. Remember me, from the party?

She smiled and typed a response.

Amy05: Hey Brad! How are you? Thanks again for everything you did at the party.

They continued their conversation.

btheman: Like I said, it was no problem.
Amy05: Well, I do appreciate it though. It was so considerate of you.
btheman: That's me, Mr. Considerate. Lol!
Amy05: Apparently:)
btheman: What are you doing tomorrow night?
Amy05: I don't know. What am I doing tomorrow night?
btheman: You're going out with me.
Amy05: Really?
btheman: Yep, I'm picking you up at six, and we are gonna grab a bite to eat and then go see a movie.
Amy05: Well, that sounds like fun
btheman: Great! So I'll see you then?
Amy05: Yeah! See you then.
btheman: Bye Amy!
Amy05: Bye Brad.
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btheman has logged off at 19:34:05

Amy looked up at the TV again. She turned the sound back on. A tiny smile crossed her face. She had a date tomorrow, a reason to get dolled up, something to look forward to. She wasn't sure what this whole Brad thing was, but he seemed nice enough.

She flicked off the TV with the remote after the show was finished and headed up to bed.
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