AUTHOR'S NOTE:

I've been gone along time from updating my stories and if there was anyone who read them and wanted an update, I'm very sorry. I've been having a lot of writer's block and all I could really write was shitty, little screenplays. But I've got a burst of inspiration and will be starting new, fresh stories. The first chapter of this is deleted. I'm starting new with this one. Hope you all understand and enjoy! :)

Brooke Davis was independent, he got that. Brooke Davis didn't like others to see her cry. He understood.

Chuck was the same.

Brooke wasn't your ordinary girl. She was feisty and sweet, with the biggest heart. She was strong and motherly. Brave. Incredibly talented and beautiful. He was in love with her. He'd never felt something like this for a girl.

Sure, he'd had feelings for one or two girls other than Brooke, but what he felt for Miss Davis was different and unique. He always thought about her. He remembered the way her lips tasted - cinnamon with a hint of oranges, the way they felt against his and on his skin. He remembered the one she smelled; a sweet, sweet scent of vanilla and something else he couldn't pinpoint.

He remembered her gorgeous smile, with those two adorable dimples that brightened her eyes. Her eyes were so beautiful. Sparkling hazel irises you could just stare at. Her wavy brunette locks that brushed against his nose, his collarbone and slid perfectly through his fingers.

Wait a minute. When did Chuck get so sweet?

Well, Chuck Bass left three years ago, from Tree Hill. He went back home to New York, then different places with his father. Paris. Hawaii. Rome.

He left her without a call, a text, an email, a note. Nothing.

No warning.

He got up one morning, took a look at her naked body covered in the white sheets, a serene smile on her face as she slept. He took one glance and felt his heart break. He didn't want to leave. But he had to. He didn't want to hurt her anymore. Yes, he'd hurt her by leaving, but if he stayed, he'd just break her heart. He'd damage her and he didn't want that. They'd been friends for so long and Chuck knew how much hurt she'd gone through, how much betrayal. He was betraying her but it was for the best. He didn't want to cause anymore trouble.

He'd cheat. He'd lie. He'd say so many mean things to her. He'd regret everything.

So he left and he didn't turn back, until now. Three years, six months, two weeks, and four days later.

He stepped off the plane with a soft sigh, looking at the tiny airport of the homey town. The wind blew in his hair and the sun shone despite the gray clouds in the sky.

He was back. Chuck was finally returning. He felt guilty and excited. Nervous.

He knew Brooke wouldn't take him back with a snap of his fingers, but he could hope. He knew that Brooke could've moved on without him. Maybe she never even truly loved him. Maybe she never cared. Chuck didn't know anymore.

All he knew was he missed Brooke Davis. And he was going to get her to be his again, one way or another.

A short, and I'm sorry for that, introduction to the new beginning of the story. I felt like exploring Chuck's thoughts before jumping into the real drama and angst of the story, haha. Next chapter you can accept Chuck going to see Brooke and a lot of fighting.