Author Note: This is my first attempt at a short story. I was just sort of stuck in all my other stories and I had an idea for this story, so I just started it. Hope everyone likes it. If enough people like it maybe I will turn it into a full length story. Please enjoy and tell me what you think.

They were a modern day Romeo and Juliet minus the death plus extreme wealth. He was the son of the owner of Scott Motors while she was the daughter of the owner of the rival company, Davis Automotive. Not only did Dan Scott hate the Davis' because they were his competitors, but they also had old money, something that the Scott's did not have. The Scott's had to be the best and because of the Davis', they weren't.

There lives were like clockwork. Every night was the same story. He would sneak out of his house right after his parents fell asleep. She would do the same. Her parents always went to bed around ten so as soon as she knew it was safe to leave she would. It was comforting to know that if she ever needed him, she would know where he was. He would be waiting for her behind the giant oak tree in the park. He would always have a fleece blanket and a thermos of coffee with her name on it and she liked that stability in her life. No matter what her parents said, he was good for her and she knew it.

Just like every other night she tip-toed through her house making sure that everyone was asleep. She knew to look for her mother in the master bedroom while her father would be sprawled out in the living room snoring like there was no tomorrow. There they were, just where she suspected. Her mother's face was buried in her down pillow. The light was still on, she didn't dare run the risk of turning it off and her mother waking up, so she left it on. As so rounded the corner and went into the living room, there was her father. At first she couldn't tell if he was asleep or not, but then when she heard the snoring she knew it was okay to leave. She always left her shoes outside as to makes sure not to make any noise.

It was a crisp, fall night. The trees had just begun to change colors. The once green leaves now were an array of orange, red, yellow, and the occasional brown. It was so beautiful out. Her heart began to ache as it did sometimes before she saw him. Knowing that her parents would never approve and the fact that his parents could and would never be fond of her make her heart break because she loved him more than she had ever loved anything in her whole life. More than she loved her Prada purse, her Manolo Blahnik shoes, or her Porsche. She had never felt like this before and it almost scared her, until she realized he was going through the same thing.

She spotted him from across the yard. He stood, leaning on the tree where they met every night. Turning behind her to make sure no one was there, she ran toward him. They embraced and fell to the ground. He kissed her and said, "I've missed you." She smiled and ran her thumb over his chapped lips, slowly kissing him again. She came to her feet and leaned against the tree. Above her shoulder, carved into the bark of the oak tree were their names. He reached for her hand and slowly stood up, "Remember when we did that?" He asked her, placing his hand on the place where they had engraved their names months before.

Her arms were wrapped around his waist. She lowered her head onto his shoulder and rested it there for several minutes. No one spoke and the silence blended in with the cool air. She closed her eyes and took in the atmosphere. The air smelled of autumn, it was an indescribable smell and the only way anyone could know what it smelled like would have been to be there, right then.

"Lets sit down," He said, squatting down and spreading out their every night blanket. His dark hair blended in with the dark colored blanket. She nuzzled in close to him. They were so close they could hear each other's heart beat.

Her head found his chest and she listened. "I like the rhythm," She said, placing her hand right in front of her face. She felt his hand run over her head and she spoke again, "You know, it is sort of comforting. The sound, I mean, not the fact that your heart is still beating." He gave a light laugh at her comment, knowing how serious she was being. "There has always been something I found so intriguing about regularity." She turned her head and looked at him, "Is that weird?"

He shook his head and sat up. Her head remained on his lap. He ran his hands over her head and said, "No. I don't think so." Sometimes he hated the deep conversations that she started but he would continue them just because he knew how much she enjoyed them.

Everything was so easy in the beginning for them. No one knew they were together. That was the main factor that made their relationship so much easier months ago. In their minds everything was perfect. The star basketball player always dated the popular cheerleader and that was the way they were. Then it started to creep out. Slowly but surely everyone found out. And finally, their parents found out. Needless to say, they were less than thrilled.

She moved her head up close to his and let herself fall asleep even thought she knew she shouldn't have. "Babe?" He said. He looked over at her and saw her closed eyes. "Goodnight," He quietly said as he kissed her on the forehead.

Tall, dark, and handsome plus 36-24-36 should equal happiness and it would have if they could have just been alone. Why did there have to be so many factors to their happiness? Who ever said "What doesn't kill you makes you stronger" obviously didn't experience anything like this and was clearly not strong enough because he had to have been dead by now.

Waking up next to her was something that he loved doing. The sun had just come up. His watch read 5:50. She was already awake and sitting up. "Hey." He said to her softly. She didn't answer but he heard weeping coming from what seemed to be her. "What's wrong?" He sat up next to her.

"Nothing." She shook her head and quickly wiped the tears away. She looked to him and gave a fake smile, "I'm fine."

"No really," He put his hand on her back.

She fell into his arms, "I am so tired of this."

"I know."

"No, I can't do it anymore. I love you more than anything but I can't be happy knowing that no one approves of this."

"What are you saying?"

"I don't know what I am saying." She paused and began to sob. "I am scared of what I am saying because I don't want this to happen."

"I don't want to be without you. I can't."

"I know." She let out a long sigh. "This is hard. This is so damn hard, Nathan."

"Brooke, I know, but come on don't do this..."

She watched his eyes fill with tears. He never cried. She knew this was the wrong thing to do but she had to. She had to have the pressure off of he shoulders for a while, "We just can't..."

"Don't say it, Brooke! You don't mean it." He wiped the tears away from his face and continued, "Please don't." He watched her stand up and begin to walk away.

She chewed on her lip, drew blood, but didn't stop. He went after her. She felt his hand on her back, "No Nathan please, you are making this so much harder than it should be. Just, leave me alone."

"Brooke, you don't mean that. I know you don't." She started to run away from him. "Please stop. You can't run away from me or... this."

When she was about thirty feet from him she turned around and yelled to him, "I know, but I am going to try. I love you." She blew him a kiss. The tears continued to fall from her eyes, "Maybe someday."