Pretty girl is suffering,
While he confesses everything
Pretty soon she'll figure out
You can never get them out of your head
It's the way
That he makes you cry
It's the way
That he in your mind
It's the way
That he makes you fall in love
It's the way
That he makes you feel
It's the way
That he kisses you
It's the way
That he makes you fall in love: Love –Sugarcult
Lucas Grasped Brooke and held her against him as they lay. Her hair lay sprawled and she laid curled up against him shivering, he hugged her closely to make her not so afraid. As they lay in the cold bed with the sheets pushed down to the end and the lightning lighting up the room every few seconds.
"I hate lightning" Brooke said with a shaky voice. She shuttered and he nodded understandingly.
"I don't" He said, and then kissed the top of her head. "Why do you hate it?"
"It scares me" She whispered. She refused to look at him.
"Well everyone has fears. Like me, I'm afraid of spiders." He said, attempting to comfort her.
"No, it's not like that..." she closed her eyes and tried to think of words to explain to him why she was so afraid. He looked down at her and rubbed his thumb on her smooth arm.
"It's not the actual lightning that I'm afraid of, it's the way it makes me feel." She sighed as she spoke.
For such a long time she acted as though nothing scared her. She didn't care what other people thought about her. But she always felt the need to make herself seem like nothing made her sad or nothing scared her. She never let her guard down, but then he came along and made all her walls tumble to the ground. For the first time ever she opened herself up.
"It sends the feeling of loneliness into me. It makes me feel alone..." She continued, "That's really what I'm afraid of; being along. So I make myself perfect and no one even realizes that I do so much to make people like me and I really do care. I hate that I care. It's like this image I put in my own head and force everyone else to think the same, I force them all to believe that I am who I WANT to be, just so I am not alone." A tear ran down her petrified face. "We have to tell my mom." Brooke finished.
Brooke's mom held onto the steering wheel, never taking her eyes off the road with a stern face. The car was silent.
Brooke stared out the car window. That rain was falling slowly and flowing down the car window. She leaned against the armrest of the car door and rested her head on her hand. She sat in the passenger seat.
Peyton and Lucas sat in the back. Lucas sat with his hands in his lap. Peyton sat with her head resting on her wrist and the back of her hand pressed against the cold damp window.
Peyton sighed. She couldn't take the silence. She leaned forward, she sat behind Brooke, and she leaned up near the window and whispered to Brooke;
"It's kind of quiet."
Brooke put her hands on her lap and turned, she gave Peyton the "look", Peyton leaned back in her seat and put her hands up in front of her face as to say 'Hey its not my fault.'
Brooke's mom grasped the steering wheel even harder. Her mom looked over to Brooke who was looking out the window again. She cleared her throat and sighed. She looked at her daughter as Brooke traced raindrops with her finger on the window.
Lucas Grasped Brooke and held her against him as they lay. Her hair lay sprawled and she laid curled up against him shivering, he hugged her closely to make her not so afraid. As they lay in the cold bed with the sheets pushed down to the end and the lightning lighting up the room every few seconds.
"I hate lightning" Brooke said with a shaky voice. She shuttered and he nodded understandingly.
"I don't" He said, and then kissed the top of her head. "Why do you hate it?"
"It scares me" She whispered. She refused to look at him.
"Well everyone has fears. Like me, I'm afraid of spiders." He said, attempting to comfort her.
"No, it's not like that..." she closed her eyes and tried to think of words to explain to him why she was so afraid. He looked down at her and rubbed his thumb on her smooth arm.
"It's not the actual lightning that I'm afraid of, it's the way it makes me feel." She sighed as she spoke.
For such a long time she acted as though nothing scared her. She didn't care what other people thought about her. But she always felt the need to make herself seem like nothing made her sad or nothing scared her. She never let her guard down, but then he came along and made all her walls tumble to the ground. For the first time ever she opened herself up.
"It sends the feeling of loneliness into me. It makes me feel alone..." She continued, "That's really what I'm afraid of; being along. So I make myself perfect and no one even realizes that I do so much to make people like me and I really do care. I hate that I care. It's like this image I put in my own head and force everyone else to think the same, I force them all to believe that I am who I WANT to be, just so I am not alone." A tear ran down her petrified face. "We have to tell my mom." Brooke finished.
Brooke's mom held onto the steering wheel, never taking her eyes off the road with a stern face. The car was silent.
Brooke stared out the car window. That rain was falling slowly and flowing down the car window. She leaned against the armrest of the car door and rested her head on her hand. She sat in the passenger seat.
Peyton and Lucas sat in the back. Lucas sat with his hands in his lap. Peyton sat with her head resting on her wrist and the back of her hand pressed against the cold damp window.
Peyton sighed. She couldn't take the silence. She leaned forward, she sat behind Brooke, and she leaned up near the window and whispered to Brooke;
"It's kind of quiet."
Brooke put her hands on her lap and turned, she gave Peyton the "look", Peyton leaned back in her seat and put her hands up in front of her face as to say 'Hey its not my fault.'
Brooke's mom grasped the steering wheel even harder. Her mom looked over to Brooke who was looking out the window again. She cleared her throat and sighed. She looked at her daughter as Brooke traced raindrops with her finger on the window.