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A/N: I wanted to try something different, and I'm probably the only person who likes Felix and Peyton, but I decided to try this anyway. I changed Felix's character a lot, because I don't like him on the show at all. In a way, this is a Lucas and Peyton fanfic. In a way, it is a Felix and Peyton fanfic. It's mostly Lucas and Peyton angst though...more like everybody angst. Please read and tell me if I should continue or not.
To this day, I still don't understand how he could just get up and leave me like that. It took us some much time and so much energy to get where we got; looking back at everything that had happened to us, it would've been impossible for me to believe that we even made it that far. We probably had the worst timing anyone could ever have, and even though there was always something there between us, our relationship was beyond complicated and there was always something getting in the way. But, we finally got it all together, and decided that we had to make it work. And, I put my heart on the line, the only time I ever think I did, and tried to get past my fears of getting hurt. I even started to believe that he won't leave, that he won't hurt me, that he'll not break his promise. But, I was wrong. I guess I should've seen it coming; we were just sophomores and I guess everything started going against us again. I thought we had made it, but it turned out we hadn't. For, when I woke up, he was gone. Simply gone.
At first, I believed he would come back for me; after all, he was Lucas, the guy I've spent a whole year with, the guy that knew me probably better than anyone else. But, my hope faded away soon enough. He wasn't coming back. He had left me, like everyone else, and he just wasn't coming back.
That year, two twins moved to Tree Hill. At first, I gave them no time of day; I had my own problems to deal with. But, I soon started to befriend Anna, and that's how I met Felix, Anna's twin brother.
I never thought anyone could change my life the way Lucas did, but I was wrong. There was Felix. When we met, I was a broody depressed lonely teenager (hell, I still am, but that's beside the point) who had more than too many problems to deal with. Without Lucas, I was nothing. He had shown me a life better than what I used to have, and now that he was gone, I couldn't go back to the way it used to be in an instant. It just didn't happen. I thought I would never be happy again. I thought I would never be understood by anyone again. I thought I would never fall in love again. But, I did.
Felix and I were opposites, no doubt about that. But, somehow, we were the same. We connected, in a similar way Lucas and I connected. I don't know how it happened, or why it did, but it did. And, that's all I cared about.
He was there for me when I needed him the most. He was there to hold me, hug me, while I ranted or sobbed angrily, criticizing everything from my dad to Lucas. He stayed by my side, even when I got out of control and ruined everything. He was my other Lucas, minus the complications and the obstacles.
I'm in love with him, I really am. He wasn't just someone I used to get over my past; he was something more meaningful than that. I never thought that I would fall for him…ever. But I did, and looking back at all the times we have shared, I realize that it was bound to happen. Even though we started out as friends, but we were never just friends. And, everything between us is perfect.
Too bad perfect doesn't last.