TO JAKE, WITH LOVE
By bamitsbailey
Prelude
Love sure is a funny thing. It can make you do things you never thought you would. It can make you crazy. It can make you the happiest person on earth and it can also make you the saddest person on earth. It can break your heart and it can pull it all together and make your heart complete. It's a special feeling, something everyone searches for. To be one of the lucky ones, the lucky few who actually find true love is the most amazing thing that can happen.
But what about when you find love and it's with someone you shouldn't be in love with? Someone you're not allowed to be in love with? Let's say you met the girl who is completely perfect for you but then, you find out she's already married. Do you just give up on love with that person? Then there is the soul mate thing. If you are the lucky one, the one who actually finds your soul mate, how can you just let them pass you by, even if they have someone else? Or, what if your soul mate is someone even closer to you? An ex or your best friend? Do you put your feelings aside so that you don't ruin your friendship or do you try for something more, knowing it might not work?
As I said, love really is a funny thing.
Peyton took a deep breath as she looked in the mirror. The white dress hugged her body perfectly but something about the dress made her want to run far away. For some reason, she was feeling like the runaway bride. She was getting married to Lucas Scott. This was supposed to be the happiest day of her life. She was going to walk down the isle and become Mrs. Lucas Scott. Her hazel eyes shut for a moment and she took a second, less deep breath. This was how things were going to be. Lucas and Peyton forever. So why did it suddenly feel so wrong?
"Stop it ," She said to herself. "You love Lucas. He is perfect and he's always been the one. For the past six years, he's been the one. Stop doubting this." Her eyes opened and she made a noise of frustration. "Stop it!" She all but yelled, hitting the mirror with her hand. A little crack appeared in the mirror but it didn't break. It hardly even cracked. Peyton shook her head and smiled a little bit. "Great Peyton. You can't even hit a mirror right… how the hell are you supposed to be someone's wife?"
A knock at the door made her jump. "One second," She yelled out, looking in the mirror once more. The crack went right across her face and she smiled angrily. "My thoughts exactly" She whispered to the mirror, before picking up the large skirt and headed to the door. With a small pause, she opened it. Her breath left her lungs the second she saw who was at the door. She blinked a few times as she stared at the other, unsure of what she could say to him. She swallowed the lump in her throat, which had appeared out of nowhere. Her lips parted slightly, her eyes unable to move from the brunettes face. Could it really be... "Jake?" she finally said, the questioning tone heavy in her voice.
"Hey Peyton."