AN: I know it's been ages since I've written anything, and for that, I apologize. I've actually moved on to fan fiction, so feel free to check out my FanFiction account, under the same penname (actressen). I write Inception, Star Trek 2009, and crossover fictions. I must admit I'm rather embarrassed reading some of the stuff I've posted here- particularly the two full-length stories. I'm debating on whether or not to take them down. If you have an opinion, please let me know. Without further ado, here's a random little drabble I wrote.

Mr. Brightside

Look on the bright side. That's what my father always told me. Look on the bright side. Even as he was dying. Even when he lost his job, even when the car got stolen.

"Hey, dad", I always told him, "then just call me Mr. Brightside."

"That's m'boy."

Those were his last words to me. But that was my dad; that was who he was. He saw the sun behind the clouds on an overcast day, he did. When I was younger, it used to irritate me. Once I got so angry with him, with his constant optimism, that I snapped. "Get real dad," I said, "There is no fucking bright side."

If he was shocked or the least bit hurt by my words, he didn't show it.

"Maybe so," he responded, not looking at me, but through me, "but even if there isn't a bright side, you can always make one. That's what you gotta do, son. You need to make your own bright side, even if you don't really believe in it. Because that's the only way you're ever gonna be happy."

And he was right.