Author's Note: Chapter two...welcome...enjoy!

Disclamer: I own Millie and Luke...not Degrassi's characters...

Chapter 2: Flashbacks and Letters-Millie's POV:

It's Wednesday. Three days ago my dad was put away for murder. Three days ago Luke came back into my life. Luke. God! Even though he's been gone for so long I still like him. Okay…that's a lie. I love him. I've loved him since I was thirteen. I remember my first kiss…it was with him of course. And it was given to me on my fourteenth birthday.

"Thanks for coming." I smile as I wave people away.

"Walk me home?" his voice smiles to me and when I turn around he is standing so close to me I fear he can hear the increase in my heartbeat. I've loved him for a year now and he would never like me. Not in a million years. I mean, he's sixteen and a junior! But, nevertheless I nod and go outside.

"Why do you want me to walk you home? You live two houses down from me." I ask. He turns to me and smiles.

"It's late and dark. Who knows what terrible evil people could be lurking outside." he says seriously.

I gasp.

"Just kidding!" he smirks.

I slap his arm, "You scared me."

"Sorry Mil, I couldn't help it." he says. I cross my arms and look down. We still stand on my front lawn, neither of us moving. "Let's go Mil." he puts his arm around me and holds me close as we walk. I try to hide my increased heartbeat and the fact that me being this close to him makes me nervous. We walk to his house and when we get there we stand on his front porch. Me and him. A footstep or two between us. My heartbeat's slowed down now, but I still want so badly to kiss him. Or for him to kiss me. Or a kiss in general! "Happy Birthday."

"Thanks. I'm glad you could come to my party. I mean it must have been a big loss not going out with your friends tonight."

"Nah, I always make time for my favorite girl."

Favorite? Girl? Me!

"Night Mil." he says going to open his door. I turn and begin to walk down the stairs.

"Wait—now who's going to walk me home?" I ask. He stands in his doorway and looks down at me. "Well?"

"Goodnight Millie." he says still leaning in the doorway. I smile and wave over my shoulder before walking down the final step. My heart drops to my stomach. I at least thought he liked me. Now he won't even make a funny comeback? It's our thing.

The next thing I know a hand wraps around my shoulder and I'm turned to face Luke. But before I can say anything he closes his lips onto mine. His tongue grazes across my lips and I allow it access. When we pull apart he leans his forehead on mine.

"Let's walk you home." he smiles and wraps his arm around me, again, but this time—if at all possible—I'm closer to him. When we get to my house we kiss goodbye—again.

I hear the banging of glass from my house.

"Want to sleepover?"

"I…"

Crash.

"In the guest room?" he clarifies.

I smile, "Love to."

My dad was always a "bad" drunk. And that night I was glad to not be there. Mark had been at Owen's house. It was just my dad and my mom home that night. I was glad Luke let me go over to his house. I remember that night…

We walked into his house and asked his mom if I could sleepover. She thought nothing of it and allowed me to stay in the guest room. Luke walked me up the stairs and we went into the guest room, popped in a DVD, and watched a movie until we fell asleep.

When I woke up the first thing I saw was Luke staring at me. "Morning."

"You know it's ride to stare, right?" I ask.

"I couldn't help it." he smiles and kisses the tip of my nose.

"Thanks for letting me stay over last night."

"Thanks for walking me home."

"This is going to be a vicious cycle, isn't it?"

"You have no idea." I smirk and kiss his lips before getting out of bed.

I go into my basement; the notorious place for my dad's "hidden" liquor stash. A place no one would dare look due to the fact it was also the place he would get drunk and pass out in. But it also seemed like the place that he would hide something he didn't want anyone to find.

So, cautiously, I walk down the stairs and go into where he kept his liquor and…just as I suspected…behind the countless bottles of beer and wine I find a stalk of letters. I pull them out and hold them in my hands. Somehow this seems eerily like the movie "The Notebook". I take the letters with me and go back upstairs.

"Mark, I'm going to the Dot." I call.

"Want me to drive you?" he asks.

"Nah. I'll be fine." I close the front door behind me and begin walking to the Dot. It's summer, and very warm out. I quickly get to the Dot and sit in the back booth by myself. I open the first letter…

Millie—

Hey. I know that it's only been a day, but I miss you so much. If I could I would hop onto a plane and come back to Toronto. I hate New York City. I mean the city itself is amazing, from the parks to the street musicians to the sheer act of walking through the streets. It's like walking through a different time. Everyone you pass is different. You'd love it here Millie! You'd fit right into the craziness that is NYC. I hope you write back soon.

Love yours, Luke

Millie—

It's been three weeks and I think about you. I hate this school. Vanderbilt Preparatory, I think it's called. I hope you're doing better Mil. I mean, no one should have to lose their mom. I wish you'd right back. Are you mad at me? What did I do to you? Is it because I left. I told you I had no choice Millie…please.

Love yours, Luke

Millie—

It's been two moths and I'm giving up. You would have written me buy now. I'm sorry.

Luke

That's it? That's all the letters? What the heck?

But, nevertheless I am still sobbing by the time I finish the third letter.

Peter, the guy who works here, walks up to me. "Okay, you've been sitting here for about a half an hour staring at a sheet of paper crying your eyes out. I know that it's really none of my business, but why are you crying."

When I look up he's sitting across from me. "Oh," I wipe my eyes. "it's nothing."

"It must be something for you to be crying." he says.

I smile, "I guess…but it really isn't important."

"You can tell me. You're friend; Clare can vouch that I am a great secret keeper."

"Well…if Clare says so."

"She does." he smiles.

"It's about a guy…" I stop myself to see if he will say anything or just walk away. But he doesn't so I continue, "he left me five months and moved to NYC. I mean, granted he didn't want to leave, he was still a minor and hand to go with his mom, but I thought that he didn't write me…turns out he did. Granted they're short sad excuses of letters, but that means he cared enough to try, right?"

He's silent for a moment, "Can I see the letters?"

I nod and pass them over to him. He looks them each over twice.

"I think it does." he stands up and walks away.

I gasp.

"Millie."

He sits down across from me and smiles.

AN: Love it? Hate it? Do you know who sat down across from her? is it Luke? Mark? Adam? Eli? Owen? MARCO?

xoxoxo Cat