This is my first story. So be nice!
Summary: lost in a world where no one can find her. Leyton. Set at the beginning of season 4.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. All characters belong to One Tree Hill.
Missing
It had been two weeks since he had seen her, seen her properly that is. He had seen her in passing a few times, seen her in her car driving with her music playing as she drove past the rivercourt. He missed her. He missed those days that they would spend together doing nothing but listen to music, and read, and in her case draw.
Ever since him and brooke had broken up, he spent most of his time at the rivercourt. He was enjoying the lack of drama, and Tree Hill gossip. Ever since he joined the basketball team, he missed spending his time simply. He would play basketball, spend time with Mouth, Skills, Junk and Fergie. Jimmy's death had taught him a lot about the person that he had become. He had lost sight of who he was, and now he was beginning to find him out on the rivercourt with the guys he grew up with.
Despite that, he did miss the mysterious blonde artist he had come to know so well. He missed looking into her brilliant green eyes, and getting lost in them. He missed the way her blonde curls hung around her face, the look on her face while she drew, and the way she could lose herself in her music.
From spending time with Haley and Nathan, he learnt of the still remaining gap between her and brooke. Neither Haley nor Nathan had seen the blonde artist since the wedding, she kept to herself, not opening up to anyone. Due to recent events he thought it best if he stayed away from her, however as time passed, and still she was not seen he took it upon him self to make sure she was ok. He had made a promise to her father, to keep and eye on her, but that wasn't the only reason. He missed her, more than he ever thought he would.
He decided he would go and see her. Even if she didn't want to see him, at least he would know that she was ok. He worried about her, ever since her fight with brooke, she was left alone. That seemed to be the pattern in her life, people leaving, her mom, her dad, jake, ellie and now brooke. He wasn't prepared to add his name to the list.
Inside the house, behind her closed door, she lay on the floor in the midst of her room, music filling the space, the words of the song drowning her. Tightly shutting her eyes, her shoulders braced, pulling her knees towards her chest, as the throbbing pain takes over.
Opening the door wide, the sandy haired boy enters the room. Paralyzed by the scene in front of him.