A new little story after finally seeing some flirty Julian/Brooke... This takes place the night they broke up before Alexander brings his stuff by the office. This is written from Julian's perspective with the breakup. I don't think this is going to follow what took place too closely... I'm so ready for these two to figure things out and get together all ready!

3:00 AM

The hotel alarm clock's glowing numbers taunted Julian as the minutes slowly crept along. The room had been home for a couple of weeks now, but it didn't mean that he slept any better. Tonight was especially torturous after his encounter, make that encounters, with Brooke. Julian released a long, frustrated sigh and flipped over on his side, unable to stop his mind from racing with the memories of today.

The airport was surprising as hell. He never anticipated to run into Brooke, of all people, while he was picking up Alex, but fuck... wasn't that just his luck? The sight of an equally surprised and stunned Brooke filled him with love, hope, lust, and dread. He had a pretty good idea how things would quickly progress after Brooke realized he was there to pick up Alex and not her, and quite frankly he was tired of her insecure bullshit.

Julian was pissed. The image of the man Brooke was traveling with was burned into his brain. He could still hear the Australian accent goading him with his name. Alexander?! What the hell, did Brooke put an ad out for a guy with Alex's name? Is she seriously that insecure that she doesn't trust me around Alex? What more do I have to do? What more do I have to say?

Julian Baker loved Brooke Davis. He had absolutely no doubt about the depths of his love for her, but he really didn't like her right now. She had been jealous and withdrawing from him for weeks before she announced that they needed a break. He may have been the one to technically end the relationship tonight, but she pulled the trigger the night she said she needed "space."

Laughter filled the spacious hotel room. It was a laughter filled with bitter anger and frustration. He thought of the irony of his situation. He abandoned a movie in order to change his entire life to be with Brooke Davis. His father told him he was crazy, and maybe he was to think that she could change and really let him inside her compulsive walls. He moved here to be with her, and now he can't leave because of the new movie and he isn't with her... it made his head pound in confusion. How did we get so fucked up?

4:00 AM

The neon numbers seemed to be glowing brighter as the night dragged on and morning was approaching. He was tempted to unplug the damned thing, but that meant moving. The luminous face of the alarm clock allowed him to make out the majority of the bedroom. He missed the room he shared with Brooke. He missed her feminine decorative touch, her favorite colors, her perfume. He was tempted to pull out the picture of the two of them together, but it was too painful to look back and remember a time when they were so happy and hopeful... and it meant moving.

His mind began to wander, and he imagined what Brooke was doing right now. He felt a wave of guilt and sadness rush through him as he imagined her crying on their bed, surrounded by memories and the few things he left at the house. He wasn't really sure why he left them behind, other than the fact it gave him an excuse to see her one last time. He was planning to go by the house tomorrow after work, but then again, maybe he should give her a few days. He almost wanted the items to torture her, to hurt her like she hurt him. They hopefully served as a little reminder of what they had together, and what she could have with him if she'd stop being so insecure and accept his relationship with Alex.

5:00 AM

Maybe Brooke was already sleeping with Alexander. He didn't really believe that she would do that, but he didn't really think that she would show up in Tree HIll with some dude to make him jealous. Then again, the high school Brooke would totally sleep with Alexander or, hell, anybody in retaliation. As his anger started to rise, he slowly realized how irrational he was being to compare her to her high school self.

Sighing deeply and putting the pillow over his head, Julian continued to try and figure out how the hell they got to this point. All the thinking and wondering, simply made his head hurt. He knew he needed to sleep to be ready for the next day on the set, but he couldn't stop the image of Brooke from flashing on the back of his eyelids. He was almost tempted to get out of bed and go home, home to Brooke. He wanted to demand her to move forward with him, together. But... that would require movement and it would require him to swallow his pride, and he wasn't ready to do that.

Brooke had to trust him and she had to accept his relationship with Alex. If she couldn't deal with it and accept that Alex was now a part of his life, then Brooke was not the woman he was supposed to be with... no matter how badly he wanted it to be the case.

8:00 AM

The subtle warmth from the sun shining through the large windows of Julian's hotel suite roused him from his brief and painful sleep. A small curse passed his lips, as he realized he was late for the set. He couldn't afford to be distracted by Brooke today. He had to be there for Alex and for the movie. He had convinced his dad to put a lot of money behind this script. Julian realized that his dad was motivated more by guilt than passion for Alex's script, but he really didn't mind as long as he got the funding. Julian was actually surprised at how much he was looking forward to working with his father again, and the hope he had at rebuilding his relationship with Paul.

Even if he didn't want to be distracted by her, his thoughts were on Brooke. This movie, working with his father gave him hope for his relationship with her. He was pretty sure she would refuse, but he knew he had to find the right time and ask her to work with him as the costume designer. If she could agree, if she could just see how he and Alex work together, he could make Brooke realize that he loved her and Alex wasn't a threat at all. He asked himself for the hundredth time that night, how did it all get so fucked up??

2:00 PM

It isn't jealousy that Julian feels when he sees the director's hands on Alex's ass all day long. He honestly knew he'd be happy if she found someone who really cared for her, and was supportive of her work and craft, but this dick was not that guy. He was absolutely appalled at some of the things this director had to say about Alex, and Julian felt even more convinced he was doing the righteous thing by standing beside her. Alex needs protection. She needs a person who will support her and guide her towards her full potential, and apparently, he is the only person in her life to do that.

Julian wanted to let his anger at the director stew for a few minutes, but in walks Brooke's boy toy. The Australian ass has a lot of nerve showing up in his production office carrying a box of his stuff. He can barely contain his rage at Alexander's shrug and insincere apology, but he quickly realizes it isn't Alexander who is to blame... it is Brooke.

She is beyond a bitch! She is a heartless, cold woman that he can't believe would stoop to doing something so low. She knew that all he wanted was to be with her, so why was she doing this?? Why can't she see what is happening between them and see that this is her doing?

Grabbing his coat, Julian isn't really sure what he is going to say to her when he sees her. He just knows that he has to see her. He has to see her eyes and see if they are as icy as he thinks. He can't sit here and hide. Julian wants Brooke Davis to know exactly what he thinks about her.

2:30 PM

He tried to calm down on his way to Brooke's store, but he knew it was a pointless attempt. Actually, the traffic along the way only seemed to enrage Julian more and he couldn't wait to see the only person he wanted to take it out on.

Jerking the door open to Clothes Over Bros. Julian felt a slight twinge of lust and love at the sight of Brooke busily arranging clothes on a rack. He had to immediately force those impure thoughts of Brooke out of his head and focus on the humiliation and pain he felt less than an hour ago when her whatever brought his stuff to his place of business.

"I don't appreciate you sending your boy toy to deliver my stuff." He knew his tone sounded harsh and he wasn't sorry. He wanted her to know exactly how pissed her was at her tacky decision to try and hurt him and rub his fucking nose in her new relationship with Alexander. But damn, if she wasn't beautiful with a startled expression as she whipped around to face him. Julian had to will himself to stay strong and angry when he saw the momentary glimpse of vulnerability and pain in Brooke's eyes.

But her eyes only showed her real emotional state for a moment. Just as quickly, Brooke's shield was once again intact and impenetrable. Fortunately for Julian, Brooke continued to shut him out and this allowed him to refocus his anger towards the stunningly beautiful woman in front of him.

"Well, I don't appreciate the dumping..." the raspy sound of her voice and her agitated movements distracted Julian from what she was actually saying. He simultaneously wanted to shout at her, shake some sense into her, and rip that form fitting dress off of her petite body and make love to her in the middle of the store. The sharp stacatto rhythm of her heels on the hardwood floor broke him from the erotic images that raced through his mind.

"Oh come on Brooke! You broke up with me when you left. I just had the nerve to call it what it was, and I didn't need to send in Alex to do it for me." He knew he was hitting her where it would hurt by bringing up Alex. Damn it! She needed to know that this was all her doing, not his. He wanted to be with her, well the her that he fell in love with two years ago. The her before Alex came to town, and the her that was confident and sure of herself. The woman before him was broken and full of doubts, and he honestly didn't know what he had done to make her this way.

"I just needed some space." Her voice seemed to shake with intensity and uncertainty. He was just as torn as Brooke. She was practically hiding behind her counter, trying to put a physical obstacle between them similar to the imaginary one she erected around Alex. He wanted to kiss those lips, feel her arms and legs around his body, but he knew that wasn't option any time in the near or distant future right now. If he stayed in her presence any longer, he would lose whatever resolve he had built up and he would succumb to his love and infatuation for Brooke Davis.

She wanted space? "Yeah, well... you got it." He had to get out of here. He couldn't stay in this store that was saturated with the very essence of Brooke Davis. He had to leave, and if he had the ability he would've left Tree Hill altogether, and never look back... except in his dreams.