Chapter Two...
"Times Like These"
Jack Johnson
And there has always been laughing, crying, birth, and dying
Boys and girls with hearts that take and give and break
And heal and grow and recreate and raise and nurture
But then hurt from time to time like these
Sleeping was difficult since talking to Lucas. Nathan, married. Haley, I really and truly thought she had more common sense than that. Guess I gave her more credit than she deserved. I was in shock. I didn't talk to anyone for a week. They had to know something was up. It would be so much harder to be around them now. To my surprise, Brooke was the first one to call. Summer was really here. Tree Hill was the picture of perfection this time of year. The way the butter sun hit the trees as if it were being spread right on. In my mind I was in Seattle. Dark, dreary, and full of bad grunge songs about loss. I didn't even look the same. Looking in the mirror was like peering at someone I didn't even know. I felt like an alien in my own body not knowing the person that was inside me. My hair was darker, my skin was lighter, and my heart was broken. The last thing listed affected me the most.
My phone rang 5 and a half times before I finally decided to answer. I had only showered twice in a week's time so my hair was matted together in dreadlocks a la Jamaican chic. An oversized concert tee covered my petite yet muscular frame. Rolling onto my side and mumbled into the phone, "Hello?"
"Okay. Just listen to me Madison. I know you are..." I interrupted before the voice could continue. It was Brooke Davis. Even thought we were so different we did have one thing in common, we knew how to stand up for ourselves and take anything. That's why we were friends, and probably the only reason we got along.
"A simple, 'Hey Madison glad to talk to you since you have been MIA for a week' would have worked nicely." I sarcastically said as I rolled off my bed and onto my carpeted floor. Looking into the mirror I said, "Sucks... doesn't it?"
"What's that?" Brooke asked. I know she was being sincere, but it seemed like such an obvious answer for the both of us considering what we had both been through with the Scott boys.
I lowered my head and slowly raised it back up. "Having your heart broken and them not even knowing to happened." I walked into my bathroom, turned on the shower, and heard Brooke sigh. "I was so stupid. So many chances just slid right passed me, and I didn't even realize it. I never wanted to feel like this Brooke."
"No one does Madison. People don't ask to get there hearts broken. But it happens and it's going to keep happening. You won't be the first, and you won't be the last."
"How many other girls' do you know whose best friend who they were in love with got married and you didn't even know what was going on?" I tested the water to see if it was suitable to get in. "I sure as hell don't know any."
"Get in the shower," Brooke said, "Meet me at Karen's in thirty. I'll be at the table waiting."
"Love you."
"Love you too."
I turned the phone off and got into the shower. She was right about one thing; people definitely don't ask to get their hearts broken. If they did, they deserve the feeling.
"Times Like These"
Jack Johnson
And there has always been laughing, crying, birth, and dying
Boys and girls with hearts that take and give and break
And heal and grow and recreate and raise and nurture
But then hurt from time to time like these
Sleeping was difficult since talking to Lucas. Nathan, married. Haley, I really and truly thought she had more common sense than that. Guess I gave her more credit than she deserved. I was in shock. I didn't talk to anyone for a week. They had to know something was up. It would be so much harder to be around them now. To my surprise, Brooke was the first one to call. Summer was really here. Tree Hill was the picture of perfection this time of year. The way the butter sun hit the trees as if it were being spread right on. In my mind I was in Seattle. Dark, dreary, and full of bad grunge songs about loss. I didn't even look the same. Looking in the mirror was like peering at someone I didn't even know. I felt like an alien in my own body not knowing the person that was inside me. My hair was darker, my skin was lighter, and my heart was broken. The last thing listed affected me the most.
My phone rang 5 and a half times before I finally decided to answer. I had only showered twice in a week's time so my hair was matted together in dreadlocks a la Jamaican chic. An oversized concert tee covered my petite yet muscular frame. Rolling onto my side and mumbled into the phone, "Hello?"
"Okay. Just listen to me Madison. I know you are..." I interrupted before the voice could continue. It was Brooke Davis. Even thought we were so different we did have one thing in common, we knew how to stand up for ourselves and take anything. That's why we were friends, and probably the only reason we got along.
"A simple, 'Hey Madison glad to talk to you since you have been MIA for a week' would have worked nicely." I sarcastically said as I rolled off my bed and onto my carpeted floor. Looking into the mirror I said, "Sucks... doesn't it?"
"What's that?" Brooke asked. I know she was being sincere, but it seemed like such an obvious answer for the both of us considering what we had both been through with the Scott boys.
I lowered my head and slowly raised it back up. "Having your heart broken and them not even knowing to happened." I walked into my bathroom, turned on the shower, and heard Brooke sigh. "I was so stupid. So many chances just slid right passed me, and I didn't even realize it. I never wanted to feel like this Brooke."
"No one does Madison. People don't ask to get there hearts broken. But it happens and it's going to keep happening. You won't be the first, and you won't be the last."
"How many other girls' do you know whose best friend who they were in love with got married and you didn't even know what was going on?" I tested the water to see if it was suitable to get in. "I sure as hell don't know any."
"Get in the shower," Brooke said, "Meet me at Karen's in thirty. I'll be at the table waiting."
"Love you."
"Love you too."
I turned the phone off and got into the shower. She was right about one thing; people definitely don't ask to get their hearts broken. If they did, they deserve the feeling.