If I Could Take You Away

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Rating: M

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I hate this feeling! The feeling that you get when you love someone more than anyone else in the world and they just don't seem to see it. You try so hard to make their life as wonderful, peaceful, and as fulfilled as you can, but no matter how much you do it is never enough. She doesn't see the pain that it causes me. I work so hard to be noticed by her, but in the end it's always about her. I wish there would just be a way for her to see how much she really means to me. How I cherish every moment that I get with her, fearful that it will be the last. I don't understand how someone can say that they care about and then just go off. She tells you are the most important, yet she hurts you every chance she get. She does this without even knowing.

I guess I do know why…because she knows that no matter what I will always be there and nothing will ever change that. I just wish I could make her see all the pain she causes me. She says that it's not worth it anymore and that she does't care. How can you say this? How can you just give up on everything you know and have over one stupid mistake? Well I guess it's not that she doesn't care. It's more like she doesn't realize it's there and how lucky she is to have all that she has in life.

No matter what though, I would never give up on her the way she thinks that everyone else has given up on her. I will always do everything in my power to make things better for her…no matter the pain it causes me. Although everything that I do to take a step forward seems to later turn into taking two steps backwards. It is extremely frustrating and although I know I will never give up I don't know how much longer I can handle the pressure and the high expectations. All these things that cloud my mind interfere with my everyday life. All I can think about it her. There must be something that can make this stop. Maybe if I just get it out maybe…just maybe she will realize it as well. Then I could finally just enjoy life for what it is. Well a girl can hope can't she?

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Her very presence sends a shiver down my spine. I can feel the electricity around me. The yearning to touch her soft delicate skin. She is pure perfection. I look around at the people around me and no one can even begin to compare. Every angle I look I can't seem to get over the flawlessness before me. There's just something about that little nose, the most beautiful green eyes in the world. Oh yes those eyes. Whenever she talks to me I get lost in their perfection. That chocolate brown hair just makes me melt. There are so many things that I love about her. It's just so hard to put her into words because I can't seem to find the right word to describe her. I don't even know if there are words to describe her. Her seamless satin skin when she links arms with me as we walk through the halls. I can feel the electricity coursing through my entire body and it makes me weak in the knees. Sometimes I wonder how she can't feel it. It's so real and there I just don't understand. There so much to her other than just her exquisite beauty. She has confidence knowing who she is and not letting others take advantage of her. She is brilliant and she cares for others before herself. As well she will do anything for her friends. There just doesn't seem to be a single thing that I don't like about her…well I guess I could think of one thing that she missing…me. I know I shouldn't be thinking in this way. She's my best friend. There is no way that this could ever work. Let alone she has the "guy" of her dreams. That seems to be the key word. A guy. She has already told him that she loves him.

So I guess all of the fantasies will just have to stay that way. I guess that's it then since I don't seem to fit the criteria. It doesn't seem to matter that I know she is unattainable. Even so I still can't get her out of my head. No matter how often I tell myself it's impossible. She still finds her way into my dreams letting my imagination take over into an impossible reality. I wish that this had never happened to me.

My mind plays tricks on me when I'm with her. Sometimes I will imagine she says things or does something that is not actually there. When we are hanging out watching movies or going to parties she seems to me be giving me signs, but I dare not act on then for fear that it is just my imagination taking over.

There doesn't seem any way for me to overcome this nonsense. I have tried filling this empty hole in my soul for some time now, throwing myself into to school, cheerleading, and boys. I have tried to pretend that there is nothing there but I just end up getting hurt in the end. Nothing ever seems to fill the ache in my heart though. Screwing around with boy after boy trying to fill this emptiness seems to be nearly impossible. It seems the more I keep this is in, the harder it is to go throughout my daily life. Most people just think I'm this slut that will go after anything and will do anything to get my way. In some cases people are right. I will do anything to get what I want…what I need. Now there is just one thing in this world that I want…that I need. I know in my heart that it can only be fixed with one remedy…Brooke Penelope Davis.

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I guess I could explain how I even came to realize this odd attraction. We were at any other party. Only this one seemed to be getting a bit out of hand. Brooke was stumbling everywhere drunk out of her mind. I don't know where "guy" of her dreams was at this point, but I just couldn't take it seeing her like this. I walked over to her dodging all the drunken teenagers around me. Although I have to admit it was a bit tough because let's face it I defiantly wasn't sober, but then again I was nowhere near as drunk as Brooke. I finally got over to her. She was sitting on the second last stair on the staircase with her head leaning against the wall. She couldn't even keep her eyes open.

As I sat next to her I was overcome with her intoxicating scent. It was more than just her perfume though. The very essence of her skin made me crave her even more. Although at this point and time I was unaware of why it was affecting me. I leant over and nudged her gently. "Brooke, are you alright?" I asked with little concern in my voice.

Her eyes slowly opened just enough to see who was talking to her.

"Umm…yeah…I'm alright." she whispered in her raspy voice. Within moments again her eyes shut. So I nudged her again.

"Where is Lucas? Shouldn't he be taking care of you?" I exclaimed not understanding why he wasn't taking care of "the girl he loves". Brooke didn't even bother to open up her eyes this time.

"Mmm… he had to go and help Haley with something, so he left a while ago" She simply replied. I rolled my eyes thinking how he could have left her here alone and drunk. "Rachel… I don't feel so well." she mumbled. Her head was now on my shoulder. Now I was not just going to let her throw up on me now matter how much I felt for her. So I put her arm around my neck and pulled her up so she was standing upward. She couldn't even stand upright and all of her weight was on me.

We slowly went up the stairs one by one. We walked down the hall and I brought her to the bathroom. Immediately the contents of her stomach were in the toilet. I put her hair into a ponytail so she wouldn't get anything in her hair.

"Brooke, I'm going to go and ask Peyton if she can give us a ride home ok." I said as I stood up. She was barely able to nod before having her head in the toilet again. "I will be right back Brooke. I promise, don't go anywhere." I tried to sounds reassuring. I then walked out of the bathroom and went downstairs to find Peyton.

I found Peyton within moments in probably the most obvious place. She was looking at all the different music that was in the house. I tapped on her shoulder. He body whipped around so fast. "Oh! I didn't mean to scare you. I was just wondering if you could give me and Brooke a ride home. Brooke is sick." I asked. After she had time to catch her breath she nodded.

"But on one condition. There will be no puking in my car." she said sarcastically with a half smile. I then nodded and motioned for her to follow me. We then both went upstairs to go and get Brooke from the bathroom. By the time that we had gotten back up Brooke had seemed to stop being sick. Now she was just passed out on the bathroom floor. Peyton and I both got one of Brooke's arms and put it around our necks and slowly walked out to Peyton's car. We both put Brooke into the backseat. Then I climbed into the back with Brooke and put my arm around her shoulder pulling her against my body. She fit perfectly into my shape. He head rested in the crook of my neck. Her slow steady breathing hitting my neck sent uncontrollable shivers down my spine.

I looked down at her flushed face. Even in her sickest state she still looked as beautiful as ever. I then lifted my hand and moved it across her face feeling her satin skin. When I had realized what I was doing I then moved my hand and pretended that I had only been fixing her hair, getting it out of her face. Hoping that my momentarily lapse in judgment didn't send Peyton's mind racing with millions of unwanted questions. I looked at Peyton and noticed a small smirk in the corner of her mouth as she walked around to the driver's seat and got in. Within moments we were headed into the darkness.

Those moments in the darkness seemed to be the best that I had ever had. I just sat there staring at the beauty before be. Holding her, I was letting every moment burn into my memory. I just couldn't understand where all of this was coming from. It was really quite confusing. I would look up every once and a while to make sure that Peyton wasn't watching me gawk at her best friend. I stroked her face lightly careful not to disturb her. As we pulled into the driveway of our house I saw Peyton's eyes on my. "What?" I asked seriously.

"Sorry. Do you need any help getting her to bed?" she said as she got out of the car.

"Umm I think I will be fine getting her in, but you could help to get her out of the car. She's kind of passed out in my lap." I smiled at this thought then quickly removed it and looked up at Peyton with a serious face. I was still a bit drunk so it would have been quite a task getting her out of the backseat all by myself. Peyton was already pulling Brooke out of the backseat while I was in mid-thought. I then stumbled out of the vehicle myself.

"Are you sure you're going to be alright?" Peyton said trying to hold in her laugh.

"Yeah I'm sure" I snapped as I grabbed Brooke from her at once and began to walk inside. Peyton then got back in her car and began to drive away. I turned around to face her and yelled thanks. She simply nodded and smiled then drove away in to the darkness. I could have sworn that I saw her roll her eyes as she drove away, but I shrugged it off and brought all my attention to Brooke.

As we walked into the house and up the stairs Brooke kept her arms around my neck to keep herself from falling over. Also so that she wouldn't fall over I had my hands around her waist pulling her up the stairs. I brought her to the bathroom so that she could brush her teeth. She could barley lift the toothbrush so I decided just to give her some mouth wash to get the most likely horrible taste out of her mouth. I then brought her over to her bed and laid her down. I sighed. I went over to her drawers and grabbed something comfortable for her to sleep in. I walked over and sat on the bed beside her. I pulled her up and put her arms around my neck again so some support. I lifted of her shirt and her bare skin touched mine and the electricity went coursing through my body again sending multiple shivers down my spine. I shrugged this off and put on a comfy t-shirt on her. I laid her against her pillow then went down to her pants. I pulled them off easily, but I was al little unsure of how I was going to get her other pants back on. I rolled my eyes and reached over and grabbed the sweatpants I had found. I pulled them up to her thighs. I could feel my hands shaking as they skimmed her satin skin. I couldn't understand what was coming over me. After I had gotten her pants on I pulled the covers over her. Just as I did this she turned over onto her side and snuggled into the blankets. She looked so adorable. With that I caressed her face before pushing her hair behind her ear. I sighed and smiled as I got off the bed.

I went and changed myself. I crawled into my bed. It felt like hours that I had been lying in my bed waiting for sleep to overcome me, but it just wouldn't come. My mind was racing going through all of the events that had happened that night. I just couldn't believe that I had never realized it before. I'm in love with Brooke Penelope Davis. With that thought I was finally able to let go and sleep had overcome me.

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I woke up to Brooke calling my name. I got up a walked over to her bed. She sat up and looked at me. Although, I had never seen her look at me this way. There was a fire in her eyes. An intensity that seemed to be burning inside of her. She then lifted up her hard and caressed my face, tracing lines in my face with her fingers. I smiled but dared not pull away. This is what I had wanted and there was no way I was pulling away. She then did the most surprising thing yet. She placed two soft but quick kisses on my mouth and lingered on the third. I grew light headed on the warm, overwhelming scent of Brooke's skin, the silkiness of a her skin so close to mine. It sent shivers up and down my spine uncontrollably. She breathed deep, and on the exhale, the tip of her tongue brushed against my top lip.

I had been still until now, trying to give her room to explore, but the fluttering touch of her tongue excited me to take action. I had to taste more, immediately. I then let my hand explore then grabbing the bottom of her shirt and ripping it off without warning. I could only stare for a moment at the beauty that was before me. Soon she had got impatient with me staring so she grabbed my shirt as well and ripped it off. She tossed it aside leaving soft kisses from my hips, to my stomach, to my breasts, to my neck, then finally to what I craved most. Our lips crashed together as we were both losing control.

I moved my right hand to her waist, drawing her closer. I took control, sliding my tongue against her revelling in the taste, pressing my mouth, against her body, the fire of desire igniting to a blaze as the heat of our bodies intensified, thighs sliding against each other. The feeling was so unreal. The softness overcame me as I moaned grabbing her a pulling her in for a passionate kiss. After that she had lost any semblance of control. Her arms went around my neck, a hand burying itself in my silky hair, keeping the red heads gorgeous, delicious mouth pressed to hers. I stroked the roof of her mouth with my tongue, a smooth persistent rhythm that resonated throughout her body.

I was wet already, but now she was groaning for me, whispering "Fuck me." against my mouth. My blood surged, pounding in my ears. I pulled her close to me. I couldn't seem to get close enough. Every inch of our bodies touching, never breaking contact, kissing her mouth, chin, neck, running my hands over her hips and waist. She arched into my touch, pressing a hard nipple into my palm, moaning with pleasure at the contact. I then pulled off her pants leaving soft kisses down her thighs as I went down. Then going in for a passionate kiss once again. Within moment my pants were off as well. I looked up at her making sure that she was still ok and that I wasn't pushing too far. She gave a nod of approval. I smiled as I began leaving light kisses down her body.

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"Rachel…Rachel…RACHEL get up!" Brooke yelled. I slowly opened my eyes wishing that this wasn't true. It couldn't have all just been a dream. It felt too real. Like nothing I had ever felt before. Even with all the real sex I had had with so many guys. I groaned and rolled my eyes. Still craving more sleep, but even more wanting to go back to my fantasy. Brooke seemed determined for me to get up though, now hitting me with a pillow.

"What do you want Brooke? You know I was having a really good dream." I whined into my pillow. I then turned around and sat up looking at her. Her hair was a mess and she still had last night's make up on. I don't think that she would allow anyone to see her like this other than Peyton maybe. It was weird even just waking up she looked at beautiful as ever.

"Were going to be late for school if you don't get out of bed" she said. With that she jumped of my bed and went into the bathroom. I rubbed my eyes trying to remember ever second of the dream that I had just had. I couldn't move. Every part of my body just wanted to stay and go back to my dream. I knew though this wasn't possible. With that thought I rolled my eyes and got out of bed ready for the most likely eventful day ahead of me.

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