I'm sorry, I love this story so much and I've invested so much time and thought into it that the whole thing is completely mapped out. From this Chapter till Chapter 120, which is where it ends. And I don't want to see it just left hanging, so I promise to try my best to update it as much as possible. But that also means that my other two stories are on Hiatus for the time being. Please review so I can know you guys are still following this story. (Some of the stuff on Julian, aka his favorite movies, actors was a little tweaked by me. Personally, I'm a huge 40's, 50's, 60's movie fan, so I projected this onto him.)
...Before I sleep and after I wake up and all the hours in between, you occupy my mind. So, practically every moment of the day you are on my mind...
Pausing while leafing through the thick sketchbook spread across his lap, Julian let his fingertips trace this particular page. The ones before it were doubtful, unsure and innocent even. But the ones after where nothing but angry and hurt and the pages were tear-stained. If felt like this one met in the middle, between the love and hope and the hate and the anger.
Taking a deep breath, he stole a quick glance at the sleeping beauty next to him. She had stopped fighting him earlier, and now she lay sleeping peacefully next to him. Her golden curls were sprawled across her pillow and her eyes were closed, her chest rising with each steady breath she took.
Swallowing thickly, his attention returned to the old sketchbook in his lap. Looking through it, he'd only really begun to realize the effect he'd had on the girl next to him. He'd begun to realize how deep her love had ran and how much hope she'd had for the two of them and how he had screwed it up completely.
And it broke his heart.
...I thought you might be the exception...but you proved me wrong, because people always leave...
He'd told her once that her drawings were like looking directly at her soul, and it hurt him more than words could express to know, that after he left, he'd left her broken, alone and confused.
Taking another deep breath, he closed the sketchbook and let it drop to the side. He wasn't sure he could take looking through much of it anymore. Fighting back tears, he settled himself in next to Peyton, his hand reaching out to caress her soft cheek. Dropping a sweet, lingering kiss on her forehead, he whispered. "I'm sorry Sad Girl. I promise you that I won't ever hurt you like that anymore. I'm here, and I won't leave you ever again. I never stopped loving you."
Stirring slightly, Peyton sighed softly as she began to awaken. Shifting on her side, her hand ran along the soft skin and muscled tone of Julian's arm, her fingers coming to intertwine with his. "Hey."
Pushing away the sadness he felt, his hand entangled in her curls and he smiled at her. "Hey Sleeping Beauty."
She blushed slightly, her stomach fluttering at the way he was gazing at her. It amazed her how after all this time apart, he could still affect her like that. She couldn't decide whether it was a good thing or not. But nevertheless, she couldn't ignore the one thought that had been plaguing her since his appearance.
"Julian?"
"Yeah?"
"Why did you really come back?"
Playing with her hand that was interlocked with his, he was silent for a couple of minutes, not sure of how to approach the whole situation. Turning to face her, he let out a sigh and he gave her a sad smile.
"I didn't get into film school."
Sucking in a breath, she closed her eyes momentarily. "I'm sorry."
"It's okay." He whispered, running his fingers through her golden locks. "Maybe it was a blessing in disguise."
"What makes you say that?"
"Something my Dad said at Graduation. He told me that the next thing I did, the next choice I made would define me, define my life. And you know what I thought of? All I could think of was you. And how for the past two years I've missed you so much, it felt like sometimes I couldn't breathe and how ever since I met you all those years ago, not a day has gone by that I haven't thought of you Peyton. So when I got that rejection letter from USC, I just knew I had to see you."
Looking down momentarily at his words, an undeniable rush of familiar affection rushed through her and she closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. She was still very confused, and still very much angry with him. But she also couldn't deny that the part of her heart that had closed down, had opened up again with full force, almost surprising her with its intensity. She couldn't deny to herself that his return meant something to her, that his return had awoken that love that she thought she'd buried. Leaning towards him, bringing a hand to his cheek, she whispered.
"So, what happens now? And what does that mean for us?"
"I'm telling you Keith, I don't know what has gotten into him lately." Karen sighed, wiping down the counter and looking around the near empty cafe.
Nodding, Keith gave her a small smile. "It surprised me too. Lucas is not that kind of guy, but then again the situation between he and Nathan is not the best. Do you want me to talk to him?"
Karen looked up and frowned, thinking to herself. "I just think that..that there's something else scratching beneath the surface. Something else that's bothering him and he's not telling and I don't know how to reach out to him. And I hate it. I just wish he-" Pausing at the jingling of the door being opened, she stopped and stared at the unsure, somewhat shy girl coming in and looking around.
Turning to see what had gotten her attention, Keith smiled as Haley noticed them and waved, coming to stand next to him.
"Hey Ms. Roe." She greeted pleasantly, smiling brightly and sitting in the stool next to Keith. "Mr. Scott."
Laughing, he shook his head "Keith."
"Right. Mr. Keith," She smiled at him. "Mr. is a sign of respect."
He shared a smile with Karen, before turning to look back at the younger girl. She certainly was beautiful, and he'd always thought that she was the sweetest girl. He knew of her, due to Lucas's crush since it seemed like forever, but he still remembered her as a little girl. The few times he'd been around Nathan growing up, the blonde seemed to have had a permanent fixture by his side, from his Little League games to just being around the Scott mansion. But now it seemed like things had flipped around, as she recently seemed to always be around the other Scott brother.
"Mom, I'm done with the-" Lucas came in from behind the kitchen, stopping surprised when he saw the blonde. "Haley. Hey."
Tucking a strand of loose hair behind her ear, she smiled, a faint blush brushing her cheeks. "Hey you."
Karen, catching the look between the two, and sensing a pending conversation, cleared her throat, looking down at her wristwatch momentarily. "Lucas, honey why don't you take 30?"
Smiling gratefully over at her, Lucas nodded and beckoned for Haley to follow him. Excusing herself from the older couple, she followed him out the back and up some stairs that she assumed led them to the roof.
When they got there, Lucas flipped the lights and she gasped in awe at the sight before her. The small clearing was strung with tiki lights and Japanese lanterns and it lit the space around them, making the night twinkle.
Catching the look on her face, Lucas smiled. He was taken in by the beautiful way her eyes sparkled beneath the lights, and how her golden locks almost glistened. Taking a breath, he had to look away at her beauty to control the fast beating of his heart.
Smiling, she turned to him as she motioned towards one end of the roof, where a space had been cleared for miniature golf. "Is this all you?"
Sticking his hands in his pockets, he nodded. "Well actually, the lights were all Peyton's doing. She hates mini-golf and late at night when we had nothing to do after closing shop, I'd play my 'stupid, pointless game' her words not mine, and she'd draw."
"I didn't know you liked mini-golf." She walked over and picked up one of the golf sticks. "You're just full of surprises aren't you Mr. Scott?"
"Impressive." He commented, watching as she took a small swing towards one of the holes, and it went in smoothly. Coming up behind her, he placed his hands lightly on her waist, leaning in to whisper in her ear. "Now who's the one full of surprises?"
Sucking in a breath, she closed her eyes momentarily, before turning in his arms to face him. She laid her palms lightly on his broad shoulders, amazed like always at how much his close proximity affected her. She looked up at him, and her heart beat furiously in her chest at the intense look in his beautiful blue depths.
Unable to help himself, he pulled her against him, his head tilting down to connect her luscious mouth to his. Her lips fell open under the slight pressure and she met her tongue with his, sighing happily.
Breaking away from her, he pressed his forehead against hers, leaning down to kiss her quickly before he pulled back to gaze at her. Her cheeks were a little red and her hazel eyes sparkled happily. She looked beautiful in the dim light and he brought a hand to her face gently tracing the outline of her jaw. He was suddenly overwhelmed by their connection and the feelings she evoked in him.
"Haley I lo-" his voice cracked slightly and he winced losing his resolve and looking away. She stared up at him questioningly and he shook his head, embarrassed at what he'd almost let slip. He'd scared her away once before with proclamations of feelings that he knew were too soon for her and he didn't want to scare her away again. Not when he finally had her, because god knew there was no way he was letting her go.
Stepping back from him slightly, she took a hold of his hands and took a deep breath. "Lucas, we need to talk."
"Okay..." He squinted at her, suddenly concerned with the way she was fidgeting and biting her lip nervously. Pulling her lightly, he sat them down on the bench table that Peyton usually used to sketch. "What's going on? Is everything ok?"
Moving on is hard to do, this I know.
I've tried so hard myself, but yet it seems like every time it always comes back to you...
I wish that you could see, just how much you mean to me,
and that nobody else will love you just quite like I do...
It seems so wrong for you to be, so hung up on what could be..
If only you'll come to see, that he is so wrong for you and only I could be that one for you...
You're meant for me, just like I'm meant for you...
"Wow, that was beautiful."
Momentarily startled, Jake looked up and found himself looking into Brooke's amazed smile. Shaking himself quickly out of the daze he'd been in, lost in his own music, he stood up and went to greet her in a hug.
"Hey Dimples, how are you? Are you feeling better?"
She smiled at him and nodded. She had grown up with him, and he'd always been one of her best friends, but watching him, singing in that beautiful voice of his had really caught her off guard for some reason. She couldn't explain it, but she felt like she could watch him strum his guitar and hear his beautiful voice forever.
"Yeah, a little hung-over, and more than a little embarrassed for last night. Haley told me everything that happened." Her smile deepened, and she reached for his hand. "Always the hero huh Jagielsky?"
Ducking his head down to cover the blush that colored his cheeks, he shrugged in an attempt to look casual. "Well, someone has to save you." He joked good-naturedly. Pushing away the constant thought that had been nagging him since last night, he cleared his throat. She obviously didn't remember and he didn't want to further embarrass her. And if he was honest with himself, he didn't know how he felt about that just yet. "So, you and Haley huh? How did that go?"
"It wasn't that bad." She admitted, going over to his comforter and plopping down. "I may have had a few colorful terms for her, and may have kicked her out a couple of times, but we both know how stubborn Haley can be."
She was trying to be nonchalant, but Jake knew her, and she couldn't hide the fond smile on her face from him. He smiled as well, and went to go sit next to her, wrapping an arm around her. "Well, I'm glad. It was about time anyways."
Shoving him playfully, she laughed. "Don't gloat, it's unflattering and besides, it's not a big deal. We're not...it's not the same. Yet. Or maybe ever. I don't know, we'll see how it goes."
When I was younger, younger than before
I never saw the truth hanging from the door
And now I'm older see it face to face
And now I'm older gotta get up clean the place.
Sighing as she snuggled up to Julian's warm solid from, Peyton's emerald eyes took in the early morning Sun rising over the glistening, soothing waters of the ocean.
"You cold?" He whispered, smiling down at the way she held onto him.
"Not anymore." She smiled up at him, her breath halting in her chest at the look he was giving her. Turning back towards the water, she took a sip of the warm coffee in her hand and she closed her eyes, letting out a contented sigh. The sun was breaking dawn on Monday morning and she and Julian had escaped the confinements of her home, which they'd spent all weekend holed up in. They'd spent most of Saturday evening, well into Sunday morning, engaging in an old routine of theirs. Watching a marathon of Julian's favorite movies, mostly Marlon Brando and Paul Newman classics and afterwards discussing the art behind the film and the music and backdrops often used. One of the very first things that Peyton had realized shortly after meeting him, was that he was a 1950's movie guy. He was incredibly smart, and incredibly passionate about film. It was one of the reasons that had drawn her to him. His passion for film, ran as deep as her passion for music and art and it was something that had connected them since the very beginning.
The latter half of Sunday, they'd just leisured around, shutting off the rest of the world and as Sunday came to a close, Peyton realized that she was almost dreading Monday morning and leaving Julian's side. She'd decided she wasn't quite ready to and had decided to skip school, against his protests and here they were, and truthfully, she couldn't be more content.
And I was green, greener than the hill
Where the flowers grew and the sun shone still
Now I'm darker than the deepest sea
Just hand me down, give me a place to be
"Do you remember when we first met?" Julian whispered to her, bringing her out of her thoughts. His arm was slung over her shoulder and he was holding her close, his hand running up and down her arm to warm her up.
Letting out a small laugh, she looked up at him. "How could I ever forget?"
Storming into Tree Hill Record Shop, Peyton barely masking her tears didn't even manage a hello to Max. The record shop owner gave her a knowing soft smile as she went straight to a section in the back. He'd become quite fond of her in all the time he'd been in Tree Hill. They barely knew each other, and hardly ever spoke but he'd come understand the young beauty and he could tell much from the way she was feeling based on the album she purchased. Today would be no exception, so he hung back and watched her as she tried to subtly brush her tears away as she browsed the aisle in look for what she was looking for.
He wasn't the only one to notice her. 17-year old Julian Baker was browsing the aisles as well, looking the album his father had sent him for when the visibly upset beauty's entrance distracted him. Pausing his search, he stared at her curiously, and with a bit of concern. She was about 15, and even from where he quietly stood, he could hear the tears she wasn't bothering to hide. Finding the album he'd been sent for, he picked up the vinyl copy and casually made his way towards the curly blonde.
Peyton made her way down the aisle, upset that she hadn't yet found what she was looking for. It's not like every time she went to the record store she went with a list in mind. Depending on her mood, she would browse until she found something that could perfectly fit her mood at the moment. She thought of her best friend and wished that she had accepted Lucas's and Karen's invitation to go down to Charlotte to visit some of Karen's family. But she had stayed back, because her Dad had promised her the entire summer. And not even a week in and he had gotten called into a new project, leaving her with money and disappointment and nothing but empty promises of making it up to her. This summer was going to royally suck. She was all alone, and angry and sad and really missing her best friend at the moment. Blinking away another onslaught of tears, she slammed her hand down on the bin in frustration.
"You know if you break those, you're going to have to pay for them." A voice called out behind her and she swiveled around, narrowing her eyes at the sight in front of her. A guy a couple of years older than her was staring at her rather amused and she felt a wave of annoyance course through her. Never mind that he was extremely handsome.
"Don't you know you're not supposed to talk to strangers?" She bit out, turning back and ignoring him. "Didn't mommy ever teach you to mind your own business?"
Letting out an amused laugh, he shook his head and studied her further. Up close, he realized that he had under-estimated her beauty. Her head was a mass of wild golden ringlets, but despite the frown on her delicate features and the cold look in those beautiful emerald eyes, they were like a halo, making her look almost angelic. "My, my such anger." He grinned, "So what's your name Snappy?"
"I'm not angry." She returned hotly, her tone betraying her statement. "Now leave me the hell alone, because I'm not interested." She returned to her search, willing him to go away. Didn't he get the clue?
Laughing, he leaned his hand on the banister and she shut her eyes at the sound. "I'm not trying to hit on you sweetheart." He grinned. "I'm just curious as to why such a beautiful girl like you is so angry."
Looking up into his eyes, her heart did a funny little jump in her chest. Through her anger, she could appreciate that he was in fact extremely good looking. And he was giving her a smile that should really be considered illegal.
His eyes softened a bit when she looked up at him and his heart twisted slightly in his chest. Her attitude and her words were clearly betraying the sadness inflicted in her beautiful emerald green depths. Before he could comment, she looked down at his album in slight disdain. "Daydream believer? Let me guess, you're the seemingly tough guy in The Breakfast Club with a hidden, soft heart right? Secretly in love with the Prom Queen."
"And you're the basket case right?" He returned smoothly, unfazed by her biting tone. "Angry at the entire world."
"I told you I'm not angry." She was thoroughly annoyed now. Who did this guy think he was?
He looked down at the record she was holding in her hand and he plucked it from her hands, staring down at Pink Moon by Nick Drake thoughtfully. "Nope, not angry. Just the saddest girl in the world." He gave her another heart-stopping grin as he handed her back the album. "See you around Sad girl."
"You were such an arrogant jerk." Peyton groaned, pushing Julian away playfully. "I've never hated anyone that much, so quickly."
He laughed, "I'm honored then. You were such an angry little thing."
"C'mon, stop." She complained, "I wasn't that bad."
"Oh, yes you were." He laughed again, at the glare she was sending his way. "But it's okay. You had me at leave me the hell alone." He teased her, leaning down to drop a soft kiss on her cheek.
And I was strong, strong in the sun
I thought I'd see when day is done
Now I'm weaker than the palest blue
Oh, so weak in this need for you.
She uh, she kind of wants to fake date you.
Rubbing his eyes tiredly, Lucas slumped down in his seat. Fiddling with the book in front of him, he couldn't keep his concentration on it if he tried.
I know what I'm asking you is a bit...strange and yes ridiculous, but Lucas...I don't know. Brooke asked and me and her are in this weird state still, and I promised her that I would at least try. You don't have to do this.
Sighing, he pulled out his phone and scrolled down, finding Peyton's name. Where are you? We need to talk.
Closing his phone, he sat up straight and pulled the book back towards him, but after a couple of minutes, he slammed it shut in frustration. Who was he kidding? He wasn't going to get anywhere with that today. Not when his head was such a confused mess.
The gist of his and Haley's conversation is running through his head and he honestly doesn't know what to think of the whole situation. The whole thing was a complete joke, and he couldn't believe that Haley wanted to subject him to it. And the one person he knew could help him understand hadn't shown up to school today. And since he'd been grounded all weekend, he hadn't seen or talked to his best friend. And that was another thing that was bothering him. All morning he'd heard comments here and there about something that had gone down at Tim's party. Something about a showdown, and Nathan kissing Peyton. Normally, he wasn't one to buy into rumors, but it wasn't just one person that was commenting on it. He wanted to get Peyton's side of the story, before he completely lost it on Nathan.
Sauntering into the library during her free period, Brooke grinned as she spotted one lonely Lucas Scott ahead of her. "Hey Broody." She called out cheerfully, taking the seat in front of him, startling him.
Raising an eyebrow at the nickname, he gave her a strange look. "Hey...cheery."
"The Winter of our discontent...hmm." Brooke grinned, grabbing the book. She lifted an eyebrow. "Sound kind of kinky."
"Not even close." He shook his head, letting out a small laugh. "Have you ever even read it, Brooke?"
"Reading is for people who wish they were somewhere else." She shrugged, studying the book, then setting it aside.
"Mark Twain."
"I'm sorry what?" She tilted her head and gave him a weird look. "Uh, no. Brooke Davis. I should be offended if a really hot guy confuses me with someone else." She smiled cheekily. "I thought I was a legend at this school."
He smiled, and shook his head. "You just quoted Mark Twain."
"Oh." Her grin deepened and she shrugged again. "Haley rubs off on me sometimes." She scrunched her nose cutely. "But don't tell anyone that. Tutor girl is such a nerd. Ew." Seeing the look on his face, she grinned. "Oh, but no offense. "
Sighing, he rubbed his hand over eyes and he gave her a somewhat uncomfortable look. "Brooke, Haley talked to me and I-"
"And isn't that the best idea you've ever heard?" Her eyes sparkled mischievously as she flashed him her mega-watt smile. "I'm a genius right?"
"I-I don't think that's such a good idea Brooke."
"Non-sense." She waved him off, standing up. "We'll work out the details later hot-stuff." She leaned down to place a quick kiss on his cheek and she winked. "I'll see you tomorrow at the Boy Toy Auction." In the blink of an eye, she was up and about, sauntering away from the library.
Slightly dazed, Lucas could only shake his head as he watched the perky, beautiful brunette cheerleader disappear from sight. Feeling overwhelmed, he was hit by an almost dreadful feeling. He was going to be hit by Hurricane Brooke, and all he could hope was that it wouldn't completely destroy everything around them.
Rolling her eyes as she came across her locker, Haley yanked the flyer posted on it and balled it up, grumbling under her breath. Slinking in next to her, Jake laughed as he caught the look on her face. Handing her the Starbucks drink, he leaned against the locker next to hers, reaching to tug a strand of golden lock playfully.
"Rough morning?"
"You could say that again." She shook her head, and took a sip of the heavenly drink, instantly melting away her grouchiness. "Thanks J."
"No problem." He returned her smile and gave her a soft look. "What's going on? You ok?"
"It's a long story." She sighed.
"I've got time, you can unload."
"God, these things are everywhere." She paused, looking down at the Homecoming flyer on her hand. "As if they don't shove it down our throats weeks before. What a waste of paper honestly."
"Right. But that's not what's bothering you is it?"
"No." She admitted, taking another sip from her favorite drink. "It's stupid, really. You know about me and Lucas right?"
Smiling, he nodded. He wasn't blind, and anyone could see the past few weeks that the two of them were obviously into each other. "You really like him don't you?"
Smiling fondly as she thought of the other blonde, she nodded. "More than I ever thought I would."
"So, then what's the problem? You like him, and it's more than obvious that he likes you too."
"Yeah, well the problem is Brooke likes him too." She avoided his eyes, and he froze, not sure he heard her correctly.
"Come again?"
"That's what she said?" She offered weakly, and he shook his head laughing, knowing she had picked that up from Brooke.
"Hales.."
"No, it's not like that Jake." Fiddling with her drink, she frowned. "At least I don't think so. It's...she wants to use Lucas to get back at Nathan."
"Yeah, that sounds like Brooke all-right." He sighed, "Does Lucas know?"
"Yeah, and that's the problem. I told him last night, and he was less than happy. Not that I blame him. I mean what kind of girl asks the guy she likes to fake date her best friend?"
"The kind of girl that loves said best friend and still feels guilty over something that had nothing to do with her." He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, and wrapped an arm around her shoulder. "Said girl is willing to do anything to get back in good terms with said best friend. Maybe, even risk the guy she likes."
Leaning against him gratefully, she sighed glad to have an amazing best friend like Jake, who was about the most understanding person she'd ever met. "Crazy right?"
"It doesn't have to be." He replied gently, dropping a quick kiss on her forehead. "Talk to Brooke, I mean really talk to her, before you lose the guy you really like or before this thing turns into a mess that it doesn't need to be."
Stopping slightly to fill his lungs with air, Nathan leaned down and rested his arms on his knees. Gritting his teeth, he pushed himself back up again and reached for the ball again. Running down the court, he shot up into the air into a perfect slam-dunk.
"Impressive. But what are you still doing here Scott?"
Ignoring his coach, Nathan rolled his eyes as he prepared himself for another lay-up. Whitey would never understand anyways.
"Never mind. I'm glad you're still here. I wanted to run something by you. I'm tinkering with the offense, so from now on you'll be playing more of small forward."
"Forget it." Nathan snapped, giving him an incredulous look. "I'm the shooting guard."
Narrowing his eyes, Whitey took a couple of steps towards him and yanked the ball from his grasp. "That's funny. I thought I was the coach." He barked, shaking his head at his most talented player. "As a matter of fact, you can call me that...and I'll call you "small forward." Shooting him back the ball, Whitey crossed his arms in front of him. "I'm still the coach and this is still my team Scott, so watch it with the attitude."
"Whatever you need to believe old man." Nathan yelled out as Whitey made his way out of the gym, leaving him seething behind. Gripping the ball tightly in his hands, he threw it as hard as he could at the door that Whitey had just exited out of. Damn it!
As if really needed this right now. Fuck, Dan was going to kill him. Who the hell did Whitey think he was anyways? Going over towards the bleachers, her reached into his duffle bag to pull out his cell phone. Scrolling through his contacts quickly, he pulled up a name and waited impatiently for the other person to pick up.
"Hey man, it's me. Yeah, listen I'm going to need a favor...Yeah. I know. ...Same stuff from last time. ...You do?" He paused, and smiled. "Okay, thanks Daunte."
"Another A, I have to say I'm impressed Felix." Smiling brightly, Haley handed Felix back his latest test paper. "Not bad for only 2 weeks of my help."
"Well, you did say that you're a miracle worker." He teased her as they stood up from their latest tutoring session at the library. "Look at you, turning a real dumb-ass into an A student."
Frowning slightly at his words, she shook her head and rebutted that. "You're not dumb Felix. I admit sometimes your actions say otherwise, but you're not dumb. You can accomplish anything you put your mind to. Yes, even becoming an A student. You just have to believe in yourself."
Slightly taken aback, he stared at her. He had said that jokingly, but a part of him had always believed it. Growing up as the child of a Doctor and Army General he had heard his entire life what an utter joke and screw up he was. And to hear Haley say that, in that sweet, honest way of hers, had his heart clenching in his chest in a way it never had before. Clearing his throat, he tried to brush off quickly, grinning. "Why, thank you . Damn, I feel all motivated and full of self-esteem now, I feel like I can go out and conquer the world." She rolled her eyes, and he tapped his head. "Who knew all this senseless knowledge could do that."
Shaking her head, she grinned back, knowing that he was trying to make a joke of it, but she could tell that her words had affected him. "You know one of these days you're going to realize that you're actually going to need all this "senseless knowledge."
He smirked, "Well that's why I'll keep you around then. To keep reminding me."
"Nice try." She rolled her eyes and laughed, grabbing the rest of her books and putting them away in her book bag. "Listen, why don't we-"
Whatever she was going to say next was cut abruptly, because in one swift movement she suddenly found herself in his arms, his lips pressing against hers.
The Jake/Brooke scene was a bit short, and it's because I'm sort of stuck and frustrated with their situation. It's like, I know where I want it to go, but I can't get it there. I'm working on that, and I promise their scenes will get better and there will be plenty more coming up. Their storyline is one in which I want to take my time with, it will be a nice, slow build-up. And the same goes for Nathan/Peyton, but then also that's not to say that just because I'm taking my time with NP/BJ that BN is completely over :)and what do you guys think of Peyton/Julian? Julian may or may not be in this story for the long-haul, but in the meantime pretty please review and let me know what couples you guys are still rooting for. Until next time!
