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(A/N: This story has been stuck in my head for a while so I decide to put it up. I really want to make this one of the best story I've ever wrote, but I am going to need some help. I am looking for a Beta that could help me co-write the story even though I already wrote the next four chapters. They could still use a little work though so, if anyone interested in helping me with this story, please give a shout. My email is or hiphopboy1718 netscape . net or aim . com . Either one should work I think. Anyways, I hope you all enjoy this chapter. I really enjoyed writing this story, so I am glad to share it with you all.)

Chapter One: Forever and Always

It rains in your bedroom, everything is wrong
It rains when you're here and it rains when you're gone
Cause I was there when you said
Forever and always

Didn't mean it baby?
I don't think so

- Taylor Swift

It's cold. It's around seventy degrees outside, but I am cold. I knew this day was coming, but I didn't expect to come so fast. I look back at the church, it's beautiful. I see all these happy faces and I ask myself why can't I do the same? I feel the tears slip down my porcelain face, I try to wipe them off, but they keep coming down. I lean my head back against the tree I was lying on, I just wanted to scream, but I know no one would come.

I see her, she looks beautiful in her wedding dress. I spent months working on that dress, adding all the right fabric, creating the most unique patterns. It was beautiful and she was stunning in it. Her golden blond hair was bouncy as always, it streamed down her back. She looks like something out of a fairytale. I'm happy for her, I really am, but why is it that I feel so depressed.

I don't think anyone has seen me arrive, 'Maybe I can make a run for it.' I thought.

Well, Sam would probably wonder how come I've never arrived and she would probably get worried. She was the only good thing going for me, she was the person I confided in. She helps me through all the rough patches and I stay strong for her. If she sees me vulnerable, she might think I'm weak. I may be a lot of things, but I am not weak. Although right now, I feel like the most delicate flower, waiting to be stepped on.

I have to go inside sooner or later, I rather later. I cross my arms as the wind blows a breeze in my face. I move the straddling pieces of hair out of my face and tuck it behind my ear. I always thought today would be her days, but deep down I always thought it would be mines too. How did I get stuck as maid of honor? Why couldn't be Haley?

I hear footstep creeping towards me, I can't help in muttering the word, 'Damn'.

I turn around and I see Sam walking towards me, she looks so beautiful in the dress I made her. I know it's not her style, but she couldn't come to the wedding in a rock t-shirt for obvious reasons. I think someone deep inside, she knows that I don't want to be here. She knows that this is not what I wanted. She knows what I really want is to be standing by Lucas Scott taking his hand in marriage and not watching Peyton.

"Hey," she whispers to me as if we were trying to hide something. "How you been holding up?"

"I'm alright," I lie, she sees right through me and rolls her eyes. "Well, I've had better days."

"Some lady been going around here asking about you," she suddenly blurts out as I look at her confused. "I don't why, but she seem really keen on finding you."

"Who is she?" I asked curiously, for a minute I think it's Karen. She was always a mother to me, even if she didn't see my as a daughter. I loved Karen, she would always watch out for me and try to guide me. I feel that same love between Sam and I, she might not be my birth daughter, but I feel close to her as if she were.

"It's me bitch," I hear someone behind me, it was Rachel. My face immediately lights up. I know we left on bad terms, but I didn't blame her. If I was confronted by Victoria, I would've probably done the same thing. "I heard about the twins getting married, so I thought you could use a friend."

I walk over to her, looking in to her eyes for a minute. I wrap my arms around her tightly, resting my head on her shoulder. Tears begin to stream down my face, again. I know she knows it because she begin to rub my back. Rachel was the only one who knew of my pain when it came to Lucas and Peyton. She used to lie awake at night and listen to me cry. She would comfort me when I had one of my breakdowns. She was always by my side and for that I would be forever grateful.

"Thank you so much," I whisper in to her ear. "I don't know how I would make through this day without you."

"You would," she whispered back in to mines. "You're stronger than you give yourself credit for Brooke Davis. You've always been and you'll always be a fighter. The strongest person I've ever known."

"She's right," I hear Sam from behind me. "You are strong. You've been taking care of me so, that just goes to show you how strong you are."

She jokes as Rachel and I laugh. I assume they Sam caught up her with everything while they were looking for me. I see Haley come out the church, she looks around as if she is looking for someone. I know who she is looking for. She's looking for me. I guess it's about that time.

"You ready?" Rachel asks, she links arms with me and Sam does the same.

"No," I tell her truthfully. "I'll never be ready for this."


I march down the aisle, I look straight ahead making sure I have no contact with anyone sitting down. I see him, he watches me as I gracefully stride down making way to the altar. He smiles for a minute and I look in to his eyes. It wasn't smart on my part, I could feel the tears welling in my eyes once more as I turn my head away. I take my place next to Haley. She looks at me questioningly, trying to figure out the look on my face.

Here it was, the moment I dreaded most. The Wedding March plays, the door opens to reveal Peyton with her brother Derek at her side. She smiles as she sees everyone, she locks eyes with Lucas who's smiling somewhat of an idiot. I still don't know what I'm doing here, I don't belong here. I've never did. I can't help it, but I feel angry. Angry that Peyton made me Maid of Honor, angry that Lucas choose to propose to her and not me, angry that everyone sat here smiling and tearing up when they all knew the true story of Peyton and Lucas. He was mines, not hers. He was never hers.

I want nothing more than to run away, escape this place and go somewhere far away. Leave this town and never come back. Not even taking a second glance back. It will just be Sam, Rachel and I. We will start our lives over. We could all use a new start. Live our lives on a clean slate.

It was my time, I had to approach the podium. I had to give my speech. I didn't want to, but I had to. I promised Peyton I would say something nice. I wasn't the most eloquent speaker, but I had to say something.

"Now you will feel no rain, for each of you will be shelter to the other. Now you will feel no cold, for each of you will be warmth to the other. Now there is no more loneliness, for each of you will be companion to the other. Now you are two bodies, but there is only one life before you. Go now to your dwelling place, to enter into the days of your togetherness. And may your days be good and long upon the earth."

I couldn't use my own words to describe them. If I did, what they would hear of was their selfishness. Their lacier of being able to care for anyone, but themselves. I take my place back on the altar, next to Haley. I keep thinking to myself, 'It's almost over.'

"If there is anyone who objects to this union, speak now or forever hold your peace." Everyone looks around to see if anyone will speak, I hear someone coughing to which everyone turns their heads to. It was a certain red head who I couldn't help, but smile at. She winks at me. She then turned her attention to everyone who was looking at her.

"What I can't cough?" she asked rudely as Sam, who is sitting next to her snickers. "Gosh. I have a cold, excuse me for being sick."

"Well, now that we have no objection," the priest replies with a smile on his face. "I now pronounce you husband and wife, you may now kiss the bride."

I rather not watch this part, knowing what would happen if I did. I step down from the altar and left through the back. It's cold again. I hate feeling cold.


The reception is usually the best part of a wedding, but not his wedding. I watch as Peyton and Lucas dances on the dance floor, surrounded by their friends and family. I sit down next to Rachel, she just rubs my back. Whenever it would get to painful I would use our safe word, 'kazoo'. Sam was on the dance floor, she was dancing with Jamie next to Nathan and Haley. I was happy they got along so well.

"Well, this is boring," Rachel crossed her arms, I just smile at her. "This sucks, they are going to be the worst couple ever."

"Never underestimate Leyton," I tell her laughing. "They always have something new to pull out their ass."

"Leyton?" she looked at me questioningly. "More like Pucas."

"Either way," I sigh, I see them kiss. "She's still my best friend and I want her to be happy."

"You wouldn't mind if I went to dance with that hot guy over there," Rachel asks me, I see her staring at a guy who was giving her the eye. "He's really hot. I wouldn't mind taking that home tonight."

"Go ahead," I laugh, she hugs me and walks casually over to the guy. I'm alone, once again. I hate being alone, there is absolutely nothing fun about being all by yourself. I look around, it looks like everyone has someone except for me. I take a shot of vodka from the table. I drink the whole thing. It burns my throat, but it feels so good. This pain was better than the pain I was just experiencing.

I look at Peyton and Lucas, once more. She looks like she was whispering something in his ear, I saw him look towards me. I glanced at them confused, Lucas began walking towards my table. Peyton was now dancing with her brother, I knew this couldn't be good. Running didn't sound like such a bad idea in my head, I wanted to get up and walk towards the nearest exit but my feet wouldn't work.

"Brooke," I look up at Lucas, he holds out his hand smiling. "May I ask you for this dance?"

"I'm a terrible dancer," I lie, but then I remember we danced at Nathan and Haley's wedding. "I mean at the moment, I'm not feeling to well."

"Come on Brooke," Lucas reaches for my hand lifting me up. "What can one dance hurt?"

He leads me to the dance floor. I feel like I am about to have a panic attack. My hearts feels like it's about to jump out my chest, my breathing increase and I feel weak in the knee. He grabs my waist to pull me closer to him, he smells so good. His scent never changed, he had a manly odor, but it was a refreshing smell. He was also wearing some cologne, I laid my head on his shoulder. In that moment, it felt like he and I were the only one there.

"You remember the last time we danced like this?" he asks me, catching me off guard. "It was Nathan and Haley's wedding, we just had an argument about Peyton. You was so mad--"

"I wasn't mad," I tell him, cutting him off mid-sentence. "I still can't believe after all these years you think that I was mad."

"Weren't you?" he questions me, pulling me closer to his warm body.

"I wasn't mad," I pull back to look him in his eyes, he had the same confused look on his face that he had five years ago. "I was crushed, you didn't know me back then Lucas and by the look on your face, you still don't."

"Why were you crushed?" we begin to slow down in movement, I really didn't want to cause a scene on Peyton's wedding day.

"You didn't fight for me!"

"What I wanted? I wanted you to fight for me!" the words come back, flooding my brain.

"You told me you wouldn't hurt me," I yelled in a whisper, so only he would hear. "You told me that we would be together forever, but you lied. When I broke up with you, you ran so fast to Peyton that you left skid marks on heart. You never called me, you never did anything."

"I didn't call you," he yells back in the same tone I was just speaking. "I tried to call you everyday. I even went to the place you use to go to on your birthday--"

"I know," I pull back from him completely, now we were attracting attention. "It would have been nicer if you wasn't there with Peyton. So, much for forever and always."

I walk away from him and I begin to look for Rachel on the dance floor. I want to vomit. I could feel the vodka making it's way back up, burning my throat. I felt someone pull on my arm, I turned to see Lucas. I sigh, placing my hands on my hips.

"What do you want?" I asked getting aggravated.

"I meant it when I said it," he simply tells me."I wanted to be with you forever, Brooke. You didn't want to be with me."

"That's rich. So, that's why you just married Peyton," I look at him tilting my head slightly to the side, he couldn't say anything. I shake my head, I begin to laugh causing him to glare at me. "I didn't think so."

I can't spend another minute there, I catch a glimpse of Rachel pass Lucas' shoulder. I shove past him. I pull on her dress and sneeze 'kazoo'. She looks at the guy she's dancing with and shrugs him off, she follows me to the nearest exit. It didn't take long for Sam to catch on, she was right behind Rachel following us to the car.

"What happened?" she asks me, I slow down.

"He's an ass," I say my voice slightly breaking, the tears begin to form once again. "He started talking about what happened at Naley's wedding and he said something kind of caught me off guard. He's just a boy. A stupid boy, but he was my boy."

"Well, maybe we should just go," Rachel suggested as I nodded my head. "You got everything Sam?"

"I didn't bring anything," I laughed to myself, she wouldn't carry around a purse even though I gave her one to wear. "I didn't even want to come to this wedding. I'm mean Peyton cool, but weddings are not my thing. Especially when I think it's the wrong people getting married."

"I like this girl," Rachel smiles as she walks towards my car, winking at Sam. "We're going to be good friends."

"You bet."

I looked between the two of them not getting the point of this conversation. Why were they acting all sneaky like I wasn't right there? It's not like they could help anything, Peyton and Lucas were already married. My happy ending was shot out the door when he said, 'I do'.


(A/N: I hoped you enjoyed the story so far, I am sorry if my grammer sucked. I've have always been told by my teachers that I have terrible grammer, but I am really trying hard to improve it. Thank you all for reading and please leave reviews. I also am hoping a Beta would contact me soon so I could put out a new chapter immediately. Thanks again for reading.)