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Haley felt her body sway back and forth in the wind. Her throat hurt from crying, but still graceful tears danced down her cheeks. The wind was strong and Haley had to grip at the ground as not to fly away.
"Lucas." She whispered through the whistling wind. She watched his short hair twirl in the gusts. His once bright face seemed choked with sorrow. Haley collapsed onto her friend's body feeling weaker as the continued wind blow.
"Haley..." came a faint voice. Lucas' eyes flickered open and Haley joyously flung her arms around him. "Haley... we need to get out of here."
Fear bolted across the young woman's face. 'Be strong Haley.' She told herself. Standing up, she offered down a helping hand. The two teens walked slowly towards a flight of wooden stairs. Haley offered for her friend to go first, then followed close behind him.
At the top of the stairs, Lucas, being protective, wrapped his arms around Haley and they made their way down the street. The young woman felt safe again; no one could hurt her when she was under Lucas' protection.
Making their to Haley's home, they stopped at a phone booth so Lucas could inform his mother that he'd be at Haley's for the night. When they finally got to the house it felt as though they had been walking for hours. Haley led Lucas to her room where, they both plopped down on her bed. They wiggled around a bit to get the blanket on which they where laying,
Out of the darkness, Haley heard Lucas begin to speak. "Haley, I was so scared tonight... I thought I'd never get to see you again and that I'd never get to tell you how I feel. Haley, I love you..." Lucas continued to speak, but Haley was so surprised she didn't hear past the 'I love you' part.
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That next morning, Lucas and Haley still lie in bed while the rest of Tree Hill scattered around.
Across town, the young Brooke Davis sat comfortably on a big blue couch, when her father came crunching down the stairs. The man flopped down on the couch where Brooke's feet had been moments before.
"Brooke," he groaned. "Go fetch the paper." The man signaled for her to go as he flipped on the TV. Brooke sighed deeply as she knew she would no longer have a seat on the couch when she returned. Stepping out the door, she realized that it was Sunday, and there was no paper. Thinking quickly, she grabbed the previous day's paper, hoping he wouldn't notice.
"Here you go dad." She offered sweetly handing the paper, then leaving the room. "What's that?" she asked herself as she listened to something scratching the screen door. Opening the door she saw that it was only their cat. She sighed as she was hoping that Lucas' new knock consisted of scratching the door. She missed him so much.
Just as she was shutting the door, she saw something on the step shining. She bent down as curious as could be and picked up the... necklace. As she looked over it, she saw brown and beige beads. She recognized them, but from where?
As a tear slipped down her cheek, she saw that it was Lucas' necklace with only three beads left. She picked up the necklace, slammed the door and ran up the stairs.
"Brooke?" her father's lifeless voice called up as he watched his daughter run up the stairs crying.
Upstairs, Brooke lay on her bed sobbing as she counted the beads on the necklace over and over again. Three beads, just like Lucas' jersey number, just like her, him and Peyton and just like the million times she had thought and cried over him.
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Haley felt her body sway back and forth in the wind. Her throat hurt from crying, but still graceful tears danced down her cheeks. The wind was strong and Haley had to grip at the ground as not to fly away.
"Lucas." She whispered through the whistling wind. She watched his short hair twirl in the gusts. His once bright face seemed choked with sorrow. Haley collapsed onto her friend's body feeling weaker as the continued wind blow.
"Haley..." came a faint voice. Lucas' eyes flickered open and Haley joyously flung her arms around him. "Haley... we need to get out of here."
Fear bolted across the young woman's face. 'Be strong Haley.' She told herself. Standing up, she offered down a helping hand. The two teens walked slowly towards a flight of wooden stairs. Haley offered for her friend to go first, then followed close behind him.
At the top of the stairs, Lucas, being protective, wrapped his arms around Haley and they made their way down the street. The young woman felt safe again; no one could hurt her when she was under Lucas' protection.
Making their to Haley's home, they stopped at a phone booth so Lucas could inform his mother that he'd be at Haley's for the night. When they finally got to the house it felt as though they had been walking for hours. Haley led Lucas to her room where, they both plopped down on her bed. They wiggled around a bit to get the blanket on which they where laying,
Out of the darkness, Haley heard Lucas begin to speak. "Haley, I was so scared tonight... I thought I'd never get to see you again and that I'd never get to tell you how I feel. Haley, I love you..." Lucas continued to speak, but Haley was so surprised she didn't hear past the 'I love you' part.
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That next morning, Lucas and Haley still lie in bed while the rest of Tree Hill scattered around.
Across town, the young Brooke Davis sat comfortably on a big blue couch, when her father came crunching down the stairs. The man flopped down on the couch where Brooke's feet had been moments before.
"Brooke," he groaned. "Go fetch the paper." The man signaled for her to go as he flipped on the TV. Brooke sighed deeply as she knew she would no longer have a seat on the couch when she returned. Stepping out the door, she realized that it was Sunday, and there was no paper. Thinking quickly, she grabbed the previous day's paper, hoping he wouldn't notice.
"Here you go dad." She offered sweetly handing the paper, then leaving the room. "What's that?" she asked herself as she listened to something scratching the screen door. Opening the door she saw that it was only their cat. She sighed as she was hoping that Lucas' new knock consisted of scratching the door. She missed him so much.
Just as she was shutting the door, she saw something on the step shining. She bent down as curious as could be and picked up the... necklace. As she looked over it, she saw brown and beige beads. She recognized them, but from where?
As a tear slipped down her cheek, she saw that it was Lucas' necklace with only three beads left. She picked up the necklace, slammed the door and ran up the stairs.
"Brooke?" her father's lifeless voice called up as he watched his daughter run up the stairs crying.
Upstairs, Brooke lay on her bed sobbing as she counted the beads on the necklace over and over again. Three beads, just like Lucas' jersey number, just like her, him and Peyton and just like the million times she had thought and cried over him.
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