So, I own the only two characters that aren't in the movie.

Not my best, but i hope you like it

Jack Mercer, boy had he grown up. Three years could do a lot to a person. He'd shot up, probably taller that her dad now. His hair was about the same length, but he found a new hairstyle. His muscles were more defined; she could see them through his shirt. But his eyes, they were the same as always: icy blue, piercing through to her soul.

She laughed to herself. A few people in the street glanced at her as she passed by. Jack Mercer had changed physically, but she wondered if inside he was the same boy she alays knew.

Thirteen year old Brooke was sitting by herself on a stupid swing, at the stupid party, her parents had drug her to.

Stupid Parents.

Melanie was sick, she couldn't come. So Brooke sat there all alone, wanting to go home. She had just contemplated walking home when she saw a figure walking towards her.

Evelyn Mercer was a large part of Brooke's life, almost like her mom. Brooke spent so much time at her house, eating dinner, playing with the boys. She would even drag Mel over there to hang out. It was like she had a whole other family. She loved Eve, and she loved the boys.

Bobby was nearly twenty-six. He wasn't home much, but when he was, he always took care of her. Jerry was twenty-three. He had gotten a good job with some contracting company. He was always busy with his schooling and work, but he always made time to play cards with her. Angel was twenty one, in the Navy. She hardly saw him anymore, but she wrote him all the time.

And then there was Jack. He was thirteen, but the most shy of them all. In the two years she had lived in Detroit, he had barely talked to her. Even when he was around, he would just sit in the corner, alone. He was shy, and she wanted nothing more in the world than to talk to him, but there was something about him that intimidated her.

"Hello Brookie," Eve said as she sat down next to her.

"Hey, Eve. Are the boys here?" Brooke asked, a little more excited now.

"No, they went out tonight. Angel's home for about a week. But Jack is here. Why don't you come and see him?"

Brooke sighed, but she got up anyway. She was still excited, but less that before, knowing that disappointment could soon follow.

Jack was sitting on the ground, with a notebook and a pencil in his hands. He was writing, as usual.

Brooke walked over to him and sat down. He glanced at her, but didn't stop what he was doing.

She peered over his shoulder, trying to see what he was writing. "What are you writing?" she finally asked when she realized her attempt was futile.

"Stuff," he said gruffly. "You wanna see it?" he asked handing it to her. She took it from him, reading each line carefully.

"It's really good, Jack. Keep writing." She moved to hand it back to him, but he just shook his head and leaned back on his hands.

"Naw, you keep it." He looked at her and smiled, only slightly, sending shivers down her back.

She looked down at the ground, the notebook still in her hands. Her eyes traveled to his hands, then his wrist. Something their caught her eye. She reached out to brush the scar placed by some wicked hand on his flawless skin, sliding her hand up the length of it, beyond the border of his shirt. He looked down to the place where her hand lay, then looked into at her. She was still mesmerized by the scar, a story untold.

"What happened to you?" Brooke asked, true concern in her voice.

"Someone hurt me, a long time ago." She looked into Jack's eyes as he said this last part "Don't let someone do this to you. Don't let someone hurt you."

She drew her hand away and turned her head towards the house. "What do you care?"

He reached out and grabbed her hand. "I do, Brooke, I do."

She laughed. "You never talk to me, and now you're saying that you care whether or not I get hurt."

"I didn't talk to you because I was afraid that I would hurt you."

"Jack, you could never hurt me, you're only hurting me by avoiding me."

Jack pulled his hand away. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be. Just be my friend."

From that day on, they were inseparable. Anywhere one was the other went. Melanie was there, too, most times. They had become the three amigos. For a little over a year, the world was perfect. Everything was the way it should be. Then, her world had come crashing down. Brooke's mother died in a car crash, leaving only her and her father. Her dad had done everything he could to make it okay. And he did. Within a month he had restored their life the best he could. They were happy, their life complete. But then, for some unknown reason, he decided to rip it all out from underneath her.

So that's it... What did you think. Please read and review