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Sort of a song fic, but with chapters! Hahaha. This chapter is this time imperfect by AFI.
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Five years ago:
I cannot leave here, I cannot stay,
Forever haunted, more than afraid.
Asphyxiate on words I would say,
I'm drawn to a blackened sky as I turn blue.
"Lucas, we're happy, aren't we?" Peyton asked, holding her boyfriend's hands. Lucas smiled, "of course we are. We're finally together, something we've always wanted." He kissed her softly, "you're my girl, you deserve to get everything you've always wanted."
Those words chilled her to the bone and it reminded her so much of Ellie. 'What if this isn't what I want?' She thought, 'what if my heart still aches for Jake like it has for months now...What if Lucas can never take his place.' She shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts.
She'd lost her friendship with Brooke twice over Lucas, there would be no point in breaking up with him because of that. Besides, Jake already had someone new. What could she do but be happier with Lucas.
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Present:
There are no flowers, no not this time,
There'll be no angels gracing the lines,
Just these stark words, I find.
I'd show a smile, but i'm too weak,
I'd share with you could I only speak,
Just how much this, hurts me.
Brooke Davis walked down the street. 'Crap, I'm late again.' She thought angrily as she rushed to work. Her magazine editor would have her head. As if it were Brooke's fault that she were young and gorgeous while Priscilla was old, washed up and fat. She sighed and walked straight into some guy.
"Oh great." Brooke huffed, as if things weren't bad enough, now all the contents of her Chanel handbag were strewn all over the New York City floor. "Oh, let me help you with that" the voice said and he bent down to help her pick it all up.
'Just great, a hobo touching my stuff.' Brooke thought, rolling her eyes. The guy looked up at her, recognition crossing his face, "Brooke?" He asked, squinting through the thick wollen cap and scarf he had on. Wait, that voice... There was just something so familiar about it.
"Jake?!" She spoke, feeling her heart drop to the floor.
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Five years ago:
I cannot stay here, I cannot leave,
Just like all I loved, I make believe.
Imagine heart, I disappear, seems,
No one will appear, here and make me real.
"Hey pretty girl."
Brooke looked at him from her swing, "Lucas. What are you doing here?" She asked and added, "you shouldn't call me that. I'm not your pretty girl anymore."
Lucas felt his heart drop into his stomach but he forced a smile, "you'll always be my pretty girl. Just because I'm with Peyton now, that doesn't change anything. What's got you so down?" He asked, concern in his voice.
"It's nothing." Brooke shook her head and bit her lip.
"Now, you do realize I know you better than that."
"Screw you Lucas. Oh wait, I already did that. Sorry." He hated her hostile tone. He hated to think that she was so bitter and that he couldn't tell her the truth.
"You know, I'm really sorry about the way things ended. I'm sorry about the way things have turned out. I love you Brooke." Lucas admitted, his voice cracking at the end.
Brooke looked up at him and it was only then that he realized she had been on the verge of tears and now, tears were flowing from her beautiful brown eyes, "then why did you leave me?" Her voice sounded so small, like she was so alone. Totally different from the strong and independent Brooke that he usually saw.
"You're the one that stopped missing me."
She stood up, "oh come on Lucas! That was weak."
"What?! I fought for you, you didn't want me. What do you want Brooke?"
She stared at him coldly, "if you still don't know, then what are you still doing here?" His pretty girl walked off, leaving him alone in the cold park.
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There are no flowers, no not this time,
There'll be no angels gracing the lines,
Just these stark words, I find.
I'd show a smile, but i'm too weak,
I'd share with you could I only speak,
Just how much this, hurts me.
"Shh, Jenny, stop crying" Jake begged his daughter, she'd been crying for the past one hour and he had no idea how to get her to stop. She wasn't hungry, she hadn't soiled her diapers, so what in the world was wrong? The door bell rang and when he answered it, he found Brooke Davis standing on his door step. "Brooke, this isn't really a good time." She pushed him into the room, slammed the door shut and pushed him onto the couch. "Shut up and take of your clothes."
Jake stood up, "Brooke! Really, Jenny's crying!" She raised an eyebrow, cool and collected as an ice sculpture. "Fine." She stalked over to the crib and gave Jenny something to play with. Miraculously, his daughter stopped crying.
"What is that?" Jake asked. She shot him a rueful smile, "it's my good luck rabbit's foot." Her voice dropped, "Peyton gave it to me for my eleventh birthday." He put his hand on her shoulder, "I'm sorry."
Her eyes flashed and angry Brooke was back. "Don't feel sorry for me." She said spitefully and pulled him into a hateful kiss. She crushed her lips against his forcefully and he wished he could've pushed her away or said that he didn't enjoy it but he couldn't lie to himself that way.
Brooke was the most amazing girl he had ever met and she made him feel so much, so alive, that he didn't know how to describe it. Excited and nauseous at the same time, sick with desire and anticipation of what was to come.
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Present:
Just how much this, hurts me.
Just how much you...
She stared into the same face that had haunted her at the back of her mind all these years. The boy, now man, who'd invaded her dreams and thoughts, but someone who she would never accept that she had loved. He was a hook up, they hadn't shared more than physical attraction.
She caught herself and asked, "how've you been?" He stood facing her and she admired the sharp lines of his face, his warm brown eyes that could stare into her soul and knew her better than she knew herself. "I've been pretty good, Jenny's all grown up now, she's started middle school." Brooke showed him her trademark Davis dimples, "that's great Jake," she nodded understandingly and bit her lip, "I'd love to catch up with you, but I've got work. Let's meet up for drinks sometime?"
They exchanged numbers and she walked away from him. Again. For the second time in her life. Sometimes, people are just meant to have second chances. But as she reminded herself, people whom are meant to be together always find their way to each other in the end.
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A/N: Sorry for the short chapter. That's done! Hahaha. So keep reviewing! Narinenia at yahoo . Com (: