This was originally Degrassi but it seemed none of my readers like Degrassi.

This is a new story. So we changed it to One Tree Hill. I am actually writing this with the most awesome alwaysbutneverright! She is my best friend of all time and we are writing this together so yayayay!

I don't own One Tree Hill or anything else this story talks about!

Prologue: Flowers For A Ghost

You disappear with all your good intentions
And all I am is all I could not mention
Like who will bring me flowers when it's over
And who will give me comfort when it's cold
-Thriving Ivory

They fought a lot. She was a drug addict's daughter who refused to even look at a joint; he loved skipping school just to get a little buzz. She hid her problems and put on a bright smile; he didn't care who knew of his conquests or of his scary past. She was straight laced; he spent most of his time in ISS. She didn't want to change him, but make him realize the trouble he was causing; he never cared enough to stop.

They were different. She was the teacher's daughter who only had multiple boyfriends but never went too far and he lost his innocence at the young age of eleven. She was an honor student that planned on going to medical school; he was a second year junior that got high in the parking lot. She was drug free; he missed the drug free awareness week of school. She wanted to love him; he never let her close enough to catch her.

They were best friends. Met at the age of eleven. They had English together and became quick friends. They had the same interests in movies, in books, but at the same time they were completely different. One was mothering, one was childish. One was responsible; one knew the other was there to stop her before she went too far. They shared a similar home life- a great mom, a not so great dad- and they leaned on each other for when it got bad. They shared everything they owned and loved each other like they were blood.

They met at the age of five. They had kindergarten class together and were partners in crime even then. Spitballs in the pretty blonde in the front row were amateur and soon they were druggies. They had the same experiences, and were the love 'em and leave type. They wouldn't call each other best friends that seemed too feminine to them. If you asked anyone else in the world than they would call them that. Trouble makers, drug addicts, sex addicted failing out of high school teenagers who never cared too much for anyone but their drug dealer.

Four different people, four different stories. Four people that were scared of what others would say. Four people that didn't realize until it was too late how much they truly cared. It took a break up with another guy for one to realize she had always wanted him. An accidental overdose of one for the other to realize it was okay to care. One gained new friends as replacements to fill the void. And one… one hid behind the truth. Hid behind the wall of blurriness so they wouldn't deal with the fact they lost the one thing that ever made them happy.

Peyton breathed out heavily as she walked in to the room where her brunette best friend lay. Her throat closed up at the sight of the tubes and the incessant heartbeat monitor; she knew her best friend wasn't back yet when she noticed her eyes still shut, not showing any signs of opening soon. Tears sprang to her eyes, making her best friend turn into a solemn water color painting, never moving, almost ceasing to exist.

"Brooke…" Peyton choked, dragging her feet a step before reaching back to the doorframe for support. She saw her all the time, held her hand while she lied in this same bed, why was it so hard now, she wondered. Why was it too hard to even go in the room, or look at the girl who had meant so much to her?

"Peyton, do we need to leave?" Jake got up from the chair outside the door to hold her for a moment to offer comfort. She fell easily into him, and he knew then that she had snapped, this had finally broken her.

"It seems so real now, you know? Here we are about to walk across a stage and…" She was consumed by tears, imagining the immobile picture that was painted behind her; she knew it by heart now. "My best friend is there on that bed, Jake, I can't walk alone… I can't." He ran his fingers through her hair, staring at the brunette on the bed.

"I know you can't Peyt, I know. Go talk to her though, she needs you, she needs to know she has a reason to wake up." She sniffled into his shirt, knowing he was right.

"But we both know I'm not the only reason she has to wake up… I wish he was here to talk to her…" Jake's eyes grew dark, but he knew Peyton was right and that fact killed both of them.

"Just go talk to your best friend." He offered her a kind smile before giving her a peck on the cheek. "I'll be right here if you need me." Peyton nodded in return to his gesture, wiping off a few tears before turning back to her friend. She shut the door behind her before walking across the open expanse in the hospital room that she had riddled with souvenirs she thought her friend would love; souvenirs that had been there for three months now.

She pulled up a chair next to the bed and quickly grabbed her friend's hand, praying for her to squeeze back. But when she didn't, tears poured out again and she leaned her head into her friend's side, hoping she would hug and comfort her.

"Why did you do it Brooke? Why did you take those pills and leave me?" She cried out to her, hugging her limp body. But she knew she wasn't going to get an answer, not now, yet she had work to do. She sat back down in her chair to calm herself down. When the tears ceased she took her friends hand again and mumbled, "I have to make you better, and I have to remind you why you need to wake up. I'm your best friend and I love you; I need to fulfill this job. I need you, so I'll do this for you Brooke. I will remind you of everything." She took a deep breath in, silently going back in time to a time when things seemed happy, when she and Brooke were happy.

Just the prologue. Just to see if people actually read and like it you know… so review and let us know!

You disappear with all your good intentions
And all I am is all I could not mention
Like who will bring me flowers when it's over
And who will give me comfort when it's cold

She took a plane to somewhere out in space
To start a life and maybe change the world
See I never meant for you to have to crawl
No I never meant to let you go at all

Oh no, Oh no

Don't ever say goodbye

See my head aches from all this thinkin'
Feels like a ship God, God knows I'm sinkin'
Wonder what you do and where it is you stay
These questions like a whirlwind, they carry me away

And I said
Who will bring me flowers when it's over
And who will give me comfort when it's cold
And who will I belong to when the day just won't give in
And who will tell me how it ends and how it all begins

oh, oh no, yeah

Don't ever say goodbye

And I'm only human
I said I'm only human
I'm only human
I said I'm only human
I'm only human
I said I'm only human, I'm human, I'm human