Lips of an angel.
I am excited to debut my second fanfic based on the song 'Lips of an Angel" by Hinder. I hope you all enjoy and I would LOVE to hear your thoughts . This takes place after season six of One Tree Hill but two years ahead instead of one. Side note: I could not bear to have Leytons child named Sawyer so she is called Anna like she should be. This starts as Leyton, Brulian and Naley but if you know me at all you know I will not stand to have the first two together.
And while you're at it check out my other fanfic.
It's kinda hard to talk right now.
Have you ever sat down and examined the parallels between what you wanted and what you have? Look at your reality - does it even slightly resemble your dreams? Is what was once your everything then even a significant or driving factor in your life now?
If you can answer yes, and not feel your heart thud in contention, then you, you are lucky.
One, two, three. "Fuck just open the damn door already Brooke," said the brunette aloud, although accidentally. Her brown eyes darted around quickly to make sure none of the staff was around to notice and she resumed her position leaning against the door.
"This is too hard," she said to herself; only this time, she managed to say it in her head, and thankfully so as the door opened up behind her sending her to the floor with a thud.
"Fucking hell Julian, what was that for?" she said, a tone of anger overpowering her normally calm voice.
"What? Am I supposed to knock when exiting a door too? Normally, people have better places to stand Brooke," he said, his voice too raising slightly.
A scoff was the only reply she had the energy for as she pushed herself off the floor examining the scratches that now covered her bare legs.
"I can't do this anymore Brooke," said Julian, his voice still sharp with anger.
"Can't do what Julian, open doors properly?" she countered, wiping the dust off her once smooth black skirt.
"No," he said lowering his voice and replacing the anger with disappointment, "I can't be at fault for every little thing that happens to you anymore. We've been here for a two years now and every day you seem to resent me more and more. I don't know if you're missing Tree Hill, Sam, Peyton or whatever, but you chose to come here with me."
"I am here with you."
"No, you're not. You've been off in your own little Brooke world for awhile now and you won't let me in no matter how hard I try," he blurted, throwing his hands up, "and I don't know how much longer I can miss you for Brooke. You're everything to me, everything. And I don't know, I guess I need you to need me back."
He walked past her, his steps determined to escape, but she, as always had to put up a fight, "Julian," was all she could manage, what with the dagger that unknowingly went through her heart..
"I'll be home for dinner," he said and slammed the front door behind him.
Her frustrated sigh echoed in the now empty halls and she pushed open the bedroom door, finding it noticeably easier this time.
Just another fight, she told herself plopping down face first in the bed. She shook her head almost immediately though and muttered, "so then why did his words hurt so much this time?"
It's my fault…
All my fault…
not built to be a girlfriend…
can't tell him…
Walls… his fault… regret…
Her mind was moving a thousand words a minute and even she could only decipher a few sporadic thoughts.
But they all settled as the tears brought exhaustion and all that was left was the hollowness that had become common place lately as she fell asleep to the sound of New York traffic drifting in through the open window.
A dream long ago lost to the cruelness of fate entered her mind. It consisted of a girl and a boy, so young, yet so bound together in love. The hurt in her eyes radiated it's way down to Brooke's sleeping heart causing a frown to form on her unconscious face as words circled around her.
How about how you show it? I am not pushing you away, Lucas, I am holding on for dear life. But I need you to need me back. Okay, why didn't you tell me about the kiss? And why didn't you call me while you were away? And why won't you ever just let me all the way in?
Brooke's breathing slowed momentarily as her dream ceased to allow words escaped her still sleeping lips, "what I wanted."
--- 3 ---
Dr. Seuss once wrote, "You know you're in love when you can't fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams." That's all well and great but how are you supposed to know when the love you are in isn't true? Is it as easy as a simple reversal of the statement, or is it more complicated than that.
After all, love itself isn't easy. So why should the search for it be? No one promised you that the wishes you long ago whispered to yourself would come true, but that doesn't stop us from expecting them to, now does it?
Blindness washed over him and he groaned in discomfort, his hands automatically reaching down to splash water into his stinging eyes. A string of curse words exited his mouth as he rubbed his eyes attempting to get rid of the intruding soap but the forcefulness of his touch only worsened the problem.
Peyton's voice broke through the stream of water calling out his name, and as per usual, she didn't sound quite so patient. Shoving the water off he shouted, "what?" back whilst reaching for a towel.
"Just get out here. Now."
Wrapping the towel around himself he hurriedly rushed out to the living room filled with worry that something had happened to his angel, Anna.
In the year since she was born she had changed his world more than he ever could have thought possible. The sheer thrill of holding her asleep in his arms rivalled that of winning the State Championships. And it puzzled him each day, that even for a writer such as himself, that he could not for the life of him dream up the words to describe parenthood.
Not that he was getting much writing done nowadays…
Peyton's voice called out again and he rolled his eyes when he finally found her, sitting calmly on the couch.
"What's the big emergency?" Lucas asked crossing his arms over his bare stomach.
"I have to go out," she said, "And you need to watch Anna."
"And you couldn't of waited 5 more minutes until I was out of the shower?"
"No, Lucas, I couldn't," she said bitterly, walking over to the front door, "I said I'd meet a friend."
And with that she was out the door onto the quiet streets of Tree Hill without even a word on when she'd be home.
"What the fuck," Lucas muttered to himself as he walked the hallways heading in his bedroom to get changed. He threw on a pair of jeans and a red t-shirt and made his way over to the adjoining room where Anna was happily playing in her playpen.
"Hey sweet pea," he said his voice calm again, picking her up and holding her closely, "looks like its just me and you." As a response the baby only smiled and cuddled in closer to her daddy.
"Da hawse dada," the little girl said pointing to the house in the corner excitedly.
He swung her around to the sound of giggles and sat down on the ground plopping her down on his lap. Her little fingers reached forward and wrapped around her favourite doll.
"This Pellope daddy," she said giddily making the doll run around the dollhouse.
"Hi Penelope," he said waving at the doll, despite the fact that he had been told this on more than one occasion.
He sat there watching his daughter play happily in a world other than her own. It's funny how when you're a child the possibilities and chances seem endless, but who can blame them. At the end of all those fairytales we read them all end the same, with happily ever after.
"Take it from someone who knows, happily ever after is a lie," he thought as he instinctively reached out to touch the dollhouse's door which was painted a bright cherry red which stood out beautifully against the white house.
--- 3 ---
Just take a look at the moment you are standing in, does it come close to where you thought your life was headed? Or have you become a pale imitation of the person you used to know, the person that you were meant to be? We all change, we all evolve, but what happens when you can't even remember your old self?
Dreams die, just don't die with them.
Haley James Scott was a lot of things, but a quitter was surely not one of them. Her fingertips were pruny and her once black pants were now grey from dust residue, but she was not giving up. She had to get this house perfect.
With a seven year old, perfect didn't come often and never lasted long so she never took the quiet of a sleepover somewhere else for granted, she cleaned. Not to mention she was upset, and when Haley was upset she either cleans or sings, right now she was trying to do both. Trying being the key word.
The house, usually alive with Jamie's spirit, was quiet. Too quiet, and that's what got to her.
She missed the screams as Jamie ran into Nathan's arms, the laughs as Nathan threw him onto the couch. But that was the old house, the house she knew. This house was an empty shell, only seemingly full do to the child inside.
Charlotte was nice, but it was in no way home. A year in this house had proven that to her more than anything. A year since they had decided that leaving Tree Hill would allow them to be together as a family more. Haley almost scoffed at that now, there were still the long road trips, the daily practices, the almost non-existent love life.
It had seemed so surreal at first, her husband in the NBA, she had been so proud. But one road trip at a time things gradually began to change. The Nathan she had known was gone replaced with either a silent Nathan or no Nathan at all.
Even the phone calls when he was on the road had changed, to begin with they were every day, sometimes twice a day. But now they were sporadic and sullen, either looking for comfort after a bad game or praise after a good one.
And Jamie, it has been so hard on him. The idolism he had always felt towards his father was slowly disappearing into loneliness and bitterness. He had never imagined that basketball would take the place of our family. But hey, neither had Haley.
She had thought having her husbands dream realized would be enough to sustain her. But what about her dreams? The ones she had long ago given up on in favour of love and of family. The two things she honestly cared for more than anything in the world.
But there was only so long she could be the only one fighting for her family. Only so long she could live in this house alone, living vicariously through Nathans life. Only so long.
Just tell me, what do you do when you get all you ever wanted, and it isn't what you wanted it to be?