A/N: Hey everyone! This is my new story and it''s probably gonna be about ten chapters because I've decided to use the cat analogy ... you'll understand what I mean...and it seems pretty cool to me. So that's what I'm gonna do. Please review and tell me what you think and give me some ideas of what you would like to see in this fic.

A/N 2: Note that I intended for the first author's note to appear at the bottom of the page so that makes up for the grammar mistakes it sounds like it has. It's all good.

Enjoy!


The memory just hit her like a ton of bricks.

She didn't even expect to remember some stupid conversation they had, she just did.

They were in her bedroom.

Her and Brooke and they were just being friends.

Really just being friends.

They were just sitting there watching a montage of a so-called classic film when the main charachters are just getting together.

You know the part when everything's going perfect and then suddenly Boom!

"The higher he holds you up the harder you fall. And trust me you always fall," she mumbled between bites of her Ben and Jerry's ice cream.

Okay so the movie hadn't exactly gotten to the boom part yet.

"Ever such the cynic, hmm," Brooke mumbled.

This conversation was of course when they were still friends.

When Jake had just left and she thought she was still in love with him.

"What it's true," Peyton said, "people always leave. They always have to leave."

"Sometimes they come back," Brooke replied.

"And sometime the love story that everyone hopes for is just made for the silverscreen," the blonde girl snickered.

"You don't really mean that. I know you Peyton and you don't."

"Maybe I do."

And that was the end.

The movie was turned off and they both went to sleep.

Brooke never asked her anymore about it.

They both sort of ignored it.

Maybe that was when the distant feelings started to brew inside of her.

The next day she went to school and just went about everyday business.

Now looking back on that whole memory she feels as if she doesn't even remember that old life.

And then it hits her.

She has many different lives she feels.

She compares herself to a cat in which she has 9 lives that she has already lived half of them.

One live ended when Jake and Jenny left.

Now she had to decide how many lives she had left.

How much more could she take?