Disclaimer: I do not own One Tree Hill or any of the characters from it, though sometimes it would be really nice to live in their world wouldn't it?

A/N: I've been reading a lot of fanfiction lately and have been on a writers block and haven't felt inspired to write anything for the longest time… We had a really bad storm here the other night and I just started writing in the mindset of the one and only P. Sawyer… let me know if you guys like it and want me to continue it or not!

When a Heart Breaks

Thump. Thump. Thump. I glanced out my window and noticed it had begun to rain. I sat the contract I was going over down along with my glass of red wine, glancing at my cell phone one last time, sighing I had to stop waiting for a call that would never come... Why did I constantly do this to myself?

I woke up this morning

And I heard the news

I know the pain of a heartbreak

I don't have answers

And neither do you

I know the pain of a heartbreak

I always loved storms. Something about them helped calm my nerves. I was always sort of a mess like that. I had been so unnerved lately with all that has happened and this monster of a storm was maybe what I needed to help muddle through all that was going through my mind, everything that happened over the course of the past year and a half.

I walked out onto my balcony and leaned over the edge, placing my palm out into the mass of downpouring liquid from the sky. It was times like this that made me miss her more. She always hated thunderstorms, and it's nights like this when I ache for her, if even to hear her raspy voice for a minute, a second. She used to curl up next to me and breathe into my neck trying to seek comfort there to escape from the storm. I don't even realize I'm crying because it's raining so hard. I wish it wasn't so quiet, it makes me think insane thoughts when I'm sitting here alone, if only something would take away the pain for a minute, the deafening silence. I will still never understand how I, we, crossed that border, wasn't Lucas supposed to be my "epic love"? But when I think back, it's always been me and her. She was always the one to pull me out, until she wasn't anymore. Until I was here, in this place alone, without her.

This isn't easy

This isn't clear

And you don't need Jesus

Til you're here

Then confusion and the doubts you had

Up and walk away

They walk away

When a heart breaks

I heard the doctor

But what did he say

I knew I was fine about this time yesterday

I don't need answers

I just need some peace

I just need someone who could help me get some sleep

Who could help me get some sleep

Suddenly a memory jolted my mind of the beginning, I should've known then, Brooke Davis was no good. This weather reminded me of that day all those years ago… maybe this storm wouldn't be a good thing after all.

Flashback:

We still hadn't established what we were doing, all I knew is that when we were alone both of us had a hard time keeping our hands to ourselves, and even when we were in public, she would find her ways of driving me crazy, doing little things to brush up against me or touch me the slightest bit, we were always very touchy, but now that we had crossed this stage, we were falling into gray areas….

It was a rainy Saturday afternoon, and I was in a museum earning extra credit for my art final, not that I needed it, but I really wanted to see this exhibit, and go on this tour. Brooke decided to tag along since she was in town for the week. I was being so good, notebook and pad of paper in hand, listening to the tour guide. This wasn't Brooke's thing; everyone knew that, therefore, she started with her wicked little games…

She leaned in close to me and put her arms around my waist, causing me to jump a little, I hissed quietly at her "Brooke, knock it off, I am seriously trying to listen to this!"

She whispered huskily in my ear, "Come on P. Sawyer, this is SO boring…wouldn't you rather I don't know, listen to me scream your name?"

"BROOKE!" the whole group turned around and looked at me, "Sorry…" I stated as I glared my eyes at her. She didn't get the message.

She leaned close to my ear again and began lightly brushing her fingers over my arm "Peyt…. I'm bored…." Damn her and her sexy rasp, the rasp got me. Every. Single. Time. She knew what that did to me. I had to untangle myself, I wouldn't let Brooke Davis get the upper hand, not this time. "…And I'm learning, so pay attention missy."

"Ugh! This is so unfair!"

"And over here we have the Pulitzer Prize photograph exhibit, each with a story of their own…"

We wondered through the exhibit for a few moments, my eyes glued to each photograph. I was memorized.

Brooke came up and entwined our hands, "You know Peyt, your art, it could really end up in a place like this someday. You have no idea how incredibly talented you are."

"Wow, thanks Brooke….That was…. Out of the blue…. You're up to something…."

"I just don't think you get enough credit, and you don't give yourself enough credit…." With that, she leaned in and kissed me, in front of all my classmates, but I didn't care.

"I know exactly what you're doing…"

"Is it working?"

"Hmmmmmm….Nope." With that she began to suck on my ear, and nibble on my neck, right in the middle of the museum. Brooke Davis was the devil. It was time to go, I think I earned my extra credit. I was fighting a losing battle.

This isn't easy

This isn't clear

And you don't need Jesus

Til you're here

I was pulled from the memories of another time, another life it seemed by sounds of my phone vibrating, I took one last look at the beautiful downpour and stepped back inside so I would be able to hear the voice on the phone over the sounds of the rain.

"Hey Hales" she must've sensed the disparity in my voice, the emptiness, the sadness.

"…Everything is fine, I was just looking over Mia's contract again. This is a really big deal you know. Will you be here for the meeting tomorrow? Wait, what's wrong…? Sam…? No, I haven't talked to her today…..Sam's missing…? What do you mean missing…?"

Then confusion and the doubts you had

Up and walk away

They walk away

When a heart breaks

When a heart breaks

When a heart breaks

Oh, when a heart breaks

This isn't easy

This isn't clear

And you don't need Jesus

Til you're here

Then confusion and the doubts you had

Up and walk away

They walk away

When a heart breaks

Read and Review if you'd like me to continue? I have a lot of ideas on where I'd like the story to go...

Also, the song is by Ben Rector, if you haven't heard it, check it out, it's amazing!