So I guess I'm just really nice and decided to go ahead and give you guys my story early. Lucky you? haha.
Disclaimer: I don't own one tree hill but if i did you would see so much baley you wouldnt know what to do with yourself.
Brooke sat in her dark New York condo, taking in the scenery that she could see through her windows. She could see all of the excitement that people felt as they walked around in the middle of the night, at the place that never sleeps, but for her that excitement quickly faded. In fact it took her about a year just to be excited that she moved there after she broke up with Haley. Haley-- has it really been 4 years since I left her? She kept up to date with all of her concerts as she rose to the top of the charts, becoming a famous singer. Then again Brooke is a famous fashion designer that has her own label that evolved from clothes over bro's, that in Haley's words "Isn't grammatically correct to have the apostrophe." A buzzing noise came from her phone that was lying on the table that she was sitting in front of. She looked down and saw curly blonde smiling at her, Peyton.
"Hey P. Sawyer."
"Hey B. Davis, speaking of I just picked up the latest issue of B. Davis, remind me not to read it anymore."
"And why is that?" She could hear the familiar sarcasm in her friend's voice.
"Because your articles about relationships caused me and Lucas some problems."
Brooke laughed as she tried to think of which article it could be.
"I miss that laugh. When am I going to get to hear it in person? Lucas misses his son and as much as we love coming to visit you, it would be nice if you could come here."
"You know how hard it is for me to go back there." Brooke looked down at the table as she ran her fingers along it. She loved Tree Hill but all of the memories that came flooding back the first time she tried to visit, made her break down. She left immediately without telling anyone she was there.
"I know but Haley's on tour and you need to get over it at some point." It almost killed Brooke to hear her name.
"Yeah your right, I was actually thinking about coming back for good."
"Really?" Peyton squealed with delight.
"Yeah--" Brooke stopped as she heard pitter-patter going across the living room from little feet. "James Lucas Scott, what are you doing out of bed?" The feet came running at her and a tiny person jumped onto her lap.
"Mommy, who are you talking to?"
"Aunt Peyton, now answer my question, why are you out of bed?"
"Aw can I talk to her?" Brooke sighed as she handed him the phone.
"Hi Aunt Peyton--Yes I'm being a good boy-- How's daddy?-- Tell him I miss him--Alright, I'll go to bed." Jamie gave a sigh that resembled Brooke's and handed her the phone. He tried to take off running but was stopped as she grabbed his arm.
"Are you forgetting something." He laughed and jumped back on her lap and gave her a kiss. Brooke loved that kid to death and she didn't know how she could get through the past couple of years without him, even if he did cause her to be late for a couple of her meetings.
"I love you, mommy."
"I love you too Jamie, goodnight." He hopped off and she waited until she heard the sound of the door shutting, to talk.
"I don't want him to grow up here, Peyton. There's too many psycho's here and he needs his dad." She rubbed her face with her free hand and ran it through her hair, oh how did she crave the feeling of when Haley would run her hands through her hair.
"So when are you coming back?"
Brooke bit her lip as she thought about it, "Tomorrow."
"Hey Baby." Chris wrapped his arms around Haley's waist and kissed her on the cheek. Haley turned around and smiled as she ran her fingers along his shoulder. She thrusted her leg up and hit him where it hurts, causing him to automatically crumple into a ball.
"Don't call me that and don't touch me."
"Alright, alright. You just seem down lately and I wanted to see what's up."
Haley sat down in the seat in front of her mirror and ran a brush through her hair, she looked at herself and saw the emptiness in her eyes.
"I'm done with the tour, Chris."
"What? You're the headliner of your own tour and now you want to quit."
"I did this because it used to make me happy and I thought it would help me feel better after what happened but it didn't, so I'm going home." And with that she got up, picked up her guitar, and left.
Wow, this felt really good to write. I bet the Chris thing threw you off for a second, huh? Hah sorry bout that. Well hopefully I get this second story going. I have an idea on where I'm taking this for now so I don't need idea, yet. I love you guys way to much so please leave some reviews on what you think. Oh and I know this is short I just wanted it to start with these two perspectives for now. btw put this on story alert and i know i said it but i love me some reviews.