Hannah sat in her room all of Sunday, moping. She didn't really know what else to do. She couldn't go over and see Amy because she'd run into Bright. And she couldn't go see Bright because, well, because! She really needed to get some more friends in this town. But she didn't have any to turn to now.

So, she was currently sitting in her room, laying across the bed and moping.

There was a knock at her door.

"Nina, it's okay. I am not really hungry. I'm fine." She replied politely. Nina had tried to coax her out once every hour or so all day, so she was getting good at repeating this line.

"Hannah, it's me," was the reply. Hannah face squinched up in a mixture of shock, embarrassment and frustration. It was Bright. She didn't want to talk to him. Maybe if she stayed quiet he would think she wasn't there or she was asleep. "Hannah, I know you're in there. Nina let me in." Hannah sighed. She got up.

"Bright, I don't want to talk to you." She replied, opening the door and crossing her arms in front of her. She stared at him.

"Well, that's too bad because I wanna talk to you." He pushed the door open further and walked into her room. She huffed and shut the door.

"Bright, what could you possibly say?" Her arms refolded.

"Hannah, I didn't," he started.

"Didn't what, Bright?"

"Didn't mean to push you, okay? I'm a guy, I get worked up easily."

"Oh, yeah let's pull that excuse out of the hat! I'm a guy," she taunted "it's okay for me to be all aggressive and stupid and that's fine because I'm a guy, it's what we do!" She rolled her eyes.

"Hannah, listen. I wasn't ever the kind of guy that was shy about sex, okay? I've had sex. But you've gotta believe me when I tell you that I respect that you don't want to until you're married." He looked at her. His face was earnest.

"Why should I believe that? You didn't seem like you were respecting me back there!"

"Hannah! Please! Sit down." He shouted, finally getting her attention. So, she sat down next to him on the bed, reluctantly. He turned to face her.

"What?" She asked.

"Hannah, I am a guy. It's the way we are. We are naturally aggressive, programmed for sex and reproduction and all that crap. I know you think that's an excuse, but it's not. It's the truth. More than that Hannah, it's how we express our feelings. If we think a girl is hot, well, we want to express that. Girls don't do that. They talk about it, and give gifts and stuff, but not guys. Guys suck at that stuff." He paused. "But more than anything Hannah, my doing that means that I am attracted to you. That I think you are a beautiful girl, and I want to express that to you. Hell! Hannah, none of the girls I've dated made me feel the way you do. You don't get it!"

"So, that's the only way you can express that to me? By pressuring me to do something I don't want to do? Something I thought we were clear on not happening?"

"No, but it's the way guys are. I don't think you're just another one of the sluts I "dated" and did stuff with. We've been through this. You make me feel different. I think you're beautiful not because you're hot, but because you are a beautiful person. I love you. For heaven's sake, Hannah! I'm a twenty year old guy sitting here telling you, I LOVE YOU! I'm supposed to be out scamming on some blonde chick with her pants halfway down her butt and her boobs half exposed, not sitting on a bed with you telling you that! But I am because I can't go see those other girls now, I'm dysfunctional or something. Whenever I even think about one of those other girls, I remember how much I'm miss talking to you or how pretty your smile is. I sound like a Hallmark card, but damn it Hannah, you've gotta get it by now. I'm here to stay." He sighed. It felt good to say that all.

A tear rolled down her cheek. She hung her head. She felt terrible.

"Hannah, I'm sorry I pushed you and I know that it was wrong of me. Please forgive me."

Tears were falling fast now, soaking into the blanket on her bed. "I'm sorry, Bright." She managed between sniffles. She leaned closer to him and he wrapped his arms around her.

"What are you apologizing for?" He asked gently.

"For being an awful, impulsive, overreacting girl," she replied into his shoulder.

He looked her in the eyes, cupping her face with both of his hand, gently caressing her cheek with his right thumb and catching a few tears. "You are not an awful girl. That's the way you are. It's okay. I'm still here. You can't be too awful."

She laughed a little and smiled. He blinked and smiled back. "I really am sorry," he whispered. "If I ever go too far for you again, just stop me, okay and know that I am sorry in advance." She nodded and pressed her lips gently to his. She sniffled a little and perked up.

"Can I come over and hang out? I've been in here all day. I'm kinda bored."

"Of course! I'm sure Amy would like to see you too. Maybe we can do something together tonight." He stood up and offered her his hand.

"You know, I could just stop being so attractive, then we wouldn't have a problem at all." She replied cheekily as they walked out of the door and past he porch swing.

"How would you do that?" He asked.

"Well, never wear any makeup, stop shaving my legs and waxing my eyebrows. Oh! I could wear the same clothes everyday."

"Nah, you'd still be cute. Stick with the good hygiene it's better for the long haul." He quipped. She laughed.

He opened his front door for her, and she walked inside. The grandfather clock in the hallway was just striking six as they passed it. They sat down on the couch and looked at each other.

"Amy! Are you home? Hannah and I are bored." He yelled into the emptiness.

She came downstairs a few minutes later.

"Hey guys!" She smiled.

"Wow, Amy, you are chipper." Hannah pointed out.

"Are you dressed up for some reason?" Bright questioned. Amy looked down at herself. She wasn't dressed up.

"I'm not dressed up." She denied.

"Amy, since this whole Ephram thing happened all you've worn is sweatpants and old jeans. You're hair in a ponytail and nothing much on your face. Come on, I'm a guy but I'm not blind."

"He's right, Amy." Hannah added.

"I just felt like wearing something different for a change." She denied again.

"Amy! Black pants, a low cut blue top, jewelry, makeup and nice shoes are not things you idly put on. I am a girl, I know. You're going somewhere! What's going on?" Hannah realized.

"I'm just going out. I can't mope forever, can I?"

"Where are you going?" Bright asked.

"Out, just out. I might catch a movie or something."

"In that outfit?" Hannah repeated.

The doorbell rang. Amy froze.

"Oh, I wonder who that could be. Someone for Amy perhaps?" Hannah darted to the door. Before Amy could get there, she had opened it. Standing outside the door was Brad. "Well, Brad. Hi. Didn't expect to find you on the other side of this door."

"Hannah?" He wasn't sure that was her name. "Are you and Amy related or something?" He looked puzzled. Amy walked up behind her.

"Not yet," she mumbled under her breath. "No, we're just good friends. Come on in!"

"We, really should get going. Don't wanna miss our movie!" Amy rambled.

"We'll be fine." Brad smiled taking her hand and walking back into the living room behind Hannah. Amy rolled her eyes. She didn't want to get roped into this.

"Bright, this is Brad." Hannah introduced. "Bright is Amy's brother and my boyfriend." She replied sitting down next to him. He shook Bright's hand.

"How do you know Amy?" He asked.

"I danced with her at a party." Brad replied uncomfortably shoving his hands in his pockets. The room was silent a minute, awkwardly.

"He's the one that took care of Amy when she passed out." Hannah added.

Bright nodded. "Well, looks like it's just you and me tonight!" He put his arm around Hannah's shoulder.

"Whatever will we do!" She faked exasperation. She looked up at Amy. "Have a good time you two."

"Thanks." Amy replied sarcastically. Hannah laughed. "Come on Brad." She grabbed his hand and they left.

Outside, they walked to his car. "I'm sorry about them, well her. She's not usually like that. It's just that I'm, well, I'm not gonna talk about it right now. Let's just have fun."

"Sounds great," He replied.
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