Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Everwood characters except my original ones. The others are the property of Greg Berlanti.

As Bright left his room and knocked on his sisters to get the money she promised him, he thought about Sara. Who she was. What she was about. He knew absolutely nothing about her.

"Hey, Amy. Uh, can I get that money now? I got enough for flowers but I need that 25 for dinner."

"Sure, Bright." Amy said as she got up from her desk, went to her dresser and pulled ut a tiny box from her top drawer. "Here you go." she said as she handed him $30, "Go buy a dozen roses with the extra and the money you have."

"Thanks, Aim." he said as he took the money.

"You know where she lives?" Amy asked as she ushered Bright out of her room, down the stairs, and into the foyer.

"Yeah, I know." he said as Amy tousled his hair, fixed his collar, pulled up his pants and threw him his leather jacket.

"What's this for?" he asked, "It's 80 degrees outside!"

"Yeah, Bright, I know, but she might get cold and you'll have this to give to her if she does."

"But what if I'm cold?" he asked

"Bright, be a gentleman, suck it up!" she said, fed up with him, as she opened the door and practically pushed him onto the porch.

"Wait, Amy!" he said as she was closing the door, "What about the money?"

"In your pocket, Bright."

"It's not there!"

"Your back pocket." she yelled walking up the stairs, door closed.

"No it's– "

"The left one!" she called... "In your hands!"she answered, knowing his next question. Outside, Bright looked down at his hands and saw his keys.

"She's more put together than I am." he muttered as he unlocked his car door.

"Uh, one dozen red roses, please." Bright told Gina, the flower shop girl.

"Got a big date tonight?" she asked, popping her gum, and handing him the roses. "$7, please." she told him. He handed her the money and ran out, checking his watch. It was 5:54 and he was supposed to be there at 6:00.

"Shit!" he said to himself as he got into his car and pulled out of the parking lot.

Sara was waiting on the couch watching T.V. when Bright knocked on the door.

"Hey, you look... amazing." he said when he answered the door.

"Thanks, you look good too." she said.

"These are for you." Bright told her as he handed her the roses.

"Oh, they're beautiful!" she said, sniffing them, "Just let me go put them in a vase, I'll be right back."

As she turned to go into the kitchen, Bright caught sight of her stilettos...

"Hey, those shoes look kind of flimsy... Are they safe?"

"Oh, yeah, I walk in them all the time." Sara said. She walked into the kitchen and got out a vase from a kitchen cabinet that was fairly high up. Sara went over to the sink and filled up the crystal vase.

"These really are gorgeous, Bright." she said, placing them on the end table by the door.

"Ready?" Bright asked, stomach grumbling.

"Yeah. Just let me grab my coat." Sara pulled off, from the coat rack, a see-through black shawl. She stepped down onto the porch, closing and locking the door behind her, with Bright waiting at the bottom of the steps. As Sara was walking down the last step, her shoe caught in a crack in the cement and she fell flat on her face.

"Oh, God! Are you okay?" Bright asked her, helping her up, trying to stifle a chuckle.

"Yeah, I think so!" she said before she burst out laughing.

"What's so funny?" Bright asked, obviously knowing what was so funny, but not daring to say it.

"I just made the funniest fall EVER and you're not laughing?" she asked, seeing Bright turning red and lips tightly sealed before he started laughing himself.

"Let's get you onto the couch," Bright said, "Can you walk?"

"I don't know." Sara said, "Let me try." As soon as Bright let her go (he was holding her up), she fell right back down, like a newborn fawn, trying to get its land legs.

"Here, put your arms around my neck." Bright said as he kneeled over her. "Let me carry you." Bright picked her up and carried her through the front door, after Sara had opened it with her key, like a groom with his bride over the threshold.

"You might want to unbuckle that shoe and get some ice on it." he said after she was lying, as comfortably as possible, on the futon. While she took off her sandals, he went into the kitchen to get some ice for her ankle. When he got back, she had taken the flower out of her hair and put a blanket over herself.

"Hey, I can see you're not up for tonight." Bright said, putting the ice on her ankle, "Let's reschedule, okay?"

"No, Bright. I mean, if you want, we can just hang out here. I have enough food to feed 7 third-world countries and about 200 DVD's."

"Haha. Okay." Bright said, glad she had offered.

A few hours later after a Jackie Chan movie (Bright's choice), "Pretty Woman" (Sara's choice), and "Pirates of The Caribbean" (Bright liked it because of Kiera Knightly and Sara chose it for Johnny Depp and Orlando), Sara had fallen asleep in the corner of the couch and Bright was about to doze off. When the end of "Pirates" came, the credits music was so loud, Bright jerked forward, now completely awake. He looked at the clock– it was 1 in the morning! He had to be at work by 7am and still had to get home, shower, eat... not to mention sleep for a while. He woke Sara as gently as possible, but with urgency.

"Sara?" Bright said, shaking her lightly, "Sara?" she turned over... "SARA!" Bright yelled. Sara awoke with a start, wondering what was going on.

"Sara, it's 1 in the morning, I have to go."

"Okay." she said, drifting back into sleep. Bright decided to leave her be and just run down to the pharmacy later to see how she was doing. He gave her a peck on the cheek and pulled the blanket over her. He ran into the kitchen and scribbled her a note:

Sara-

You were sleeping so peacefully when I woke up I decided to let you alone. I'll stop by the pharmacy later to see you.

-Bright

With that, Bright turned off the T.V., pulled on his jacket and shoes and closed and locked the door behind him. On the way down the steps, Bright fell flat on his face. He chuckled to himself as he brushed off and kept walking to his car, looking back every few steps, grinning.