I miss her, every piece of her. The way she winks when she thinks she's being hot, how her voice goes all raspy when I move an inch closer towards her body. I miss her dimples, any straght male would kill for those dimples though. I miss her reddish brown hair and the way she flicks it when she's trying to be sexy, I sometimes feel the urge to tell her that she doesn't need to try, she is already so damn sexy to me. I think back to the first time we met, when she was trying so hard to get my attention with her Brooke esque ways. I think back to how I slipped out that I love her, i knew for a while, and I thougth hard about the pefect way to tell her. Perhaps in a letter, or written over stars, however, the way it came out wasn't quite how I planned it to be. But thinking back, I thought it was perfect. And when she threw the same words back at me, I was never a happier man.

when you think Tim McGraw

I hope you think my favorite song

The one we danced to all night long

The moon like a spotlight on the lake

I love the way her nose goes slightly red after we share a heated kiss, and I love her laugh when I kiss her at all the right spots, something I perfected after a few 'lessons'. I love the way I can smell her perfume when she's close to me, and I go crazy for her honey scented hair. I love how gentle she was, considering it was my first time. I was never a happier man.

We were never one of those cheesy couples like her friends were, we were not 'Naley', or Lucas and Peyton who could exchange cheesy words to eachother. Brooke and I don't need words, she sees it in my gentle kisses and I in her twinking eyes. People have told me about how to read Brooke Davis, they say I should always look at her when she doesn't realize, Haley told me that when Lucas and Peyton first got together, she would laugh and joke, but whens she thinks no one's watching, there'll be a small glint of sadness in her eyes. It took me some time to work up the courage to look at her; but when I did, all I saw was a heartbreakingly gorgeous girl with a pink flush all over her cheeks. Haley too noticed this and she shared an approving nod with me. I was never a happier man.

We promised to keep trying, even though we would be in totally different places. Then one day it stopped working, and I wished I could go back to see the look on her face. I was never a sadder man.

A few months ago, I was walking on the pavements of San Francisco, drinking a decaf latte from starbucks, minding my own business when…I saw it, instyle magazine with no one other than Brooke Davis on the cover. I chuckled to myself, thinking back to her yearbook, goal: to have an oscar winner tell Joan Rivers 'I'm wearing Brooke Davis. I guessed everything came true for her. I suddenly felt the urge to call her and ask how she's doing (after buying the magazine of course). Before she picked up, my eyes darted to a gossip mag, and there she was again, dimpled smile and all, underneath it read Brooke Davis: New love? Before I could hang up, there it was, the same sultry voice that stopped my breathing.

'Hello?'

I was surprised she still kept the same number.

'Brooke, it's umm, it's Chase'

I could almost vision her lips forming a smile, dimples slowly revealing themselves.

'Hey' was all she could breathe out, ' I knew you would miss me', she joked slightly.

I smiled, before taking a look at everything around me, breathing this moment in.

'So what if I did, so what if I do?'