Author's Note: Hey guys! Long time no see. I'm so glad that new eppies have
started. I loved Spirit In The Night! Some classic moments. Sorry it's been
a while since I've updated, but I'm here now. Anyways, here's chapter
twelve...
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Brooke's POV
I'm so confused. I seriously don't understand what's going on or my feelings about what's going on. Two days ago, things were great. Okay, well maybe not great. I wasn't talking to my best friend and I was crying over a guy who had left town. But things weren't terrible. I had Hales. It's so weird. Have you ever noticed that something good always comes out of something bad? Like what happened with Me, Peyton and Luke, and the explosion after it. Because of that I became friends with Hales. So, not so bad. The same kind of thing is happening now. On one hand I've made up with Peyton and I'm getting over Luke. On the other, Hales is lying in a hospital bed. How can I possible be the least bit happy after what happened last night? But isn't this what Haley would want? For the past month all I've been hearing from her is how stupid I was being about the whole thing. She was always begging me to talk to Peyton or to get over Luke. So, I've finally done that. Won't she be happy for me. She is my best friend. Who am I kidding. I feel so guilty. All these terrible things keep happening to Haley and here I am, getting everything that I've wanted for the past month. I make myself sick.
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"I'm glad you came," I whisper to Peyton before I leave the room. She smiles and hugs me. I hold on tight. I'm going to need her over the next few weeks. This is going to be hard on all of us. She's the strongest one out of the three of us. We're going to need her. After a moment we pull apart.
"Me too," she says and I smile at her. I turn to Haley and give her a wink and I'm out the door. As soon as the door is closed, I lean against the wall and let out a breath that I wasn't aware I was holding.
"Oh, God," I gasp in relief. I didn't realize how hard it was going to be. I never really thought of the down side to seeing Hales. I was just so frickin' happy that she was okay I never really thought about it. I hear the door open and the nurse walks out. I look at her and try to give her a look that says I'm okay, but I can tell that she's not going to buy it.
"You okay?" she asks me. I know that it's her job and everything, but it's still really nice of her to make sure. I nod my head and she accepts that. She seems to understand that I don't want to talk about it. She lays a supportive hand on my shoulder as she walks by me and down the hall. Within moments she was gone.
"Get a grip, Davis," I mutter to myself as I stand up straight and began my walk to the elevator. Just like the last few times, there is no one in here. I don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing. I'm a little surprised that I haven't run into that Courtney girl again. Maybe she left. The ride seems to last forever, but it's finally over. I step out and I spot Jake sitting in my chair, rocking Jenny. I make my way over to him. When I'm just a few meters away, he hears me coming.
"Hey, Brooke," he greets me with a genuine smile. I miss those kinds of smiles. All I've seen lately are either bullshit 'I'm fine. Really' smiles or 'Oh, I'm sorry your best friend was just raped' smiles. If I see one more of those I'm going to explode.
"Hi, Jake."
"How's she doing?" he asks. The way he says 'she' makes it sound like he's trying to avoid using her name. Like it'll make me cry or something.
"Haley is fine," I answer, making sure I use her name. Jake nods and seems to be very happy with my answer. "Actually, I'm on my way to her house now. Gotta pick up some clothes for her." He lays Jenny down and stands up.
"Did you need a ride?"
"Sure, thanks," I accept. He nods and picks up Jenny's carrier and I follow him out to his car. He carefully put Jenny in the backset and climbs into the driver's seat. "You know where it is?"
"Oh, yeah," he says, distracted. Guess he doesn't want to talk. That's perfectly fine. I'm not really in the mood to talk anyway. The ride doesn't take very long. Within five minutes we're parked outside Haley's house. "There you go."
"Thanks, Jake," I say as I get out of the car. He doesn't drive off until him on the porch. I pull out my key chain and find the extra key to Haley's house that she gave me a while ago. I unlock the door and make my way up to Haley's room. I look around it and it's the same as it was the last time anyone was in it, A week ago when we were getting her stuff. I shake my head, forgetting the happier times, and make my way over to her closet. She's getting out tomorrow so she'll only need two outfits. I'm in the middle of searching for her favourite top when the phone rings. I ignore it, knowing that the machine will pick it up. By the third ring I've found the shirt I was looking for and I'm looking through the drawers. I hear Haley's voice come on the machine telling whoever is calling to leave a message. I smile at the sound of lightness in her voice. But my smile fades when I hear the voice on the machine.
"Hey, Hales," the voice floats through the room. "I know that you not home from the hospital yet. Probably won't be for a few days, but I just wanted to ask you something." I drop the clothes that are in my arms and walk over to the desk that the machine is on. "I know that it's not Tuesday yet, but I tried calling your cell. It said that your number is no longer in service. Did you get a new number?" I don't know what comes over me, but I suddenly reach for the phone.
"It's broken," I inform him. I hear him gasp in surprise. "Nathan broke it before it happened."
"Brooke? What are you doing there?" he questioned, more than a little shocked to here my voice. I don't know whether it's over hearing my voice in general or if it's hearing it without any anger.
"I came to pick up some clothes for Hales," I explain. "She's getting out tomorrow. Her parents are in Europe so she's staying at Chez Davis." He laughs nervously.
"Sounds like fun," he states. He should know. He stayed here enough times. "So...besides becoming bestest friends with Haley, what else have you been up to?" I have to laugh at the jealous tone in his voice. He misses his best friend. That's so sweet, but he's always been such a sweetie when it comes to Haley.
"That's it actually," I sigh. It's true. This has got to be the most uneventful month of my entire life. I was too busy moping around to be the usual Brooke Davis. "It's been pretty quite around here. Just me and my Hales. No boys, no partying, no Peyton."
"Brooke, about Peyton..."
"I know, Luke," I interrupt him. "Your sorry. You don't have to apologize."
"Yes I do," he insists. "I cheated on you. I hurt you and ruined your friendship with Peyton."
"But you've already apologized," I tried to tell him. "The night before you left. You came to my door and apologized for everything you did." I sit down on Haley's bed. "I was just too busy being a bitch to forgive you."
"You were hurt, Brooke," he defends me. "I deserved everything that you said to me."
"No you didn't," I reply. "You loved her. You've had feelings for her since forever. She came to you. What were you supposed to do?"
"But still..."
"No, Luke," I interrupt him again. "I've learned my lesson. There's no point in staying mad at people. I never want to wake up and realize that I've lost another important person in my life." I hear him sigh into the phone and I know he won't apologize anymore. I take a big breath before I say what I need to say. "I think you should call Peyton. I think she really cares about you. And I know you care about her. I want you two to be happy. And if that means together, I'm cool with it."
"I can't."
"I'm serious, Lucas. I want you two to be happy...."
"No, I don't want that anymore," he states. I'm thrown off. I thought they were in love. "I'm with Nikki now and I'm happier than I ever thought I could be. She is amazing." I roll my eyes. I really don't want to be hearing this. Being happy with Peyton was one thing. With the bitch is a completely different one.
"At least call her and tell her that," I tell him. "That way she can move on with her life and not wait for you forever." I know that he still cares about her. There's no doubt in my mind. There's just something in him that won't let him stop caring about people.
"I'll think about it," he sighs. He'll call her. He could never say no to me. I smile to myself at the thought. "I have to go. Will you tell Hales I called and that I'll find some way to talk to her on Tuesday?"
"Sure," I promise him. "I'll tell her. Goodbye, Lucas Scott." God, that sounded so final. Maybe because it is. Then why aren't I that upset? Before I he can say anything else, I hang up the phone. I stare at it for a moment before I set it back on its cradle. Suddenly I'm relaxed and kind of content. Everything seems perfect. Between the three of us, anyways. I frown when I hear the double beep of the machine, indicating that it was about to play an old message.
"Where the hell are you!" I hear Nathan's voice shout. Suddenly, I'm all tense again. I ball up my fists. "I've been waiting here for two God damn hours! Are you that fucking stupid that you can't remember when you have plans with your boyfriend?!" I close my eyes as I try to control myself. Hearing his voice, listening to him talk to her like that. I've never heard him speak like that towards Haley before. He was always so loving. "I'm gonna beat your ass if you don't...." I stand up and throw the entire phone against the wall and collapse to the floor. I'm sobbing into my hands in milliseconds. I swear to whatever God there is, if I ever see Nathan Scott again I'm going to murder him. And I part of hopes I do.
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That's it for now. Please tell me what you think, guys. I need to know what I should write next. Thanks for reading. I'm outtie.
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Brooke's POV
I'm so confused. I seriously don't understand what's going on or my feelings about what's going on. Two days ago, things were great. Okay, well maybe not great. I wasn't talking to my best friend and I was crying over a guy who had left town. But things weren't terrible. I had Hales. It's so weird. Have you ever noticed that something good always comes out of something bad? Like what happened with Me, Peyton and Luke, and the explosion after it. Because of that I became friends with Hales. So, not so bad. The same kind of thing is happening now. On one hand I've made up with Peyton and I'm getting over Luke. On the other, Hales is lying in a hospital bed. How can I possible be the least bit happy after what happened last night? But isn't this what Haley would want? For the past month all I've been hearing from her is how stupid I was being about the whole thing. She was always begging me to talk to Peyton or to get over Luke. So, I've finally done that. Won't she be happy for me. She is my best friend. Who am I kidding. I feel so guilty. All these terrible things keep happening to Haley and here I am, getting everything that I've wanted for the past month. I make myself sick.
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"I'm glad you came," I whisper to Peyton before I leave the room. She smiles and hugs me. I hold on tight. I'm going to need her over the next few weeks. This is going to be hard on all of us. She's the strongest one out of the three of us. We're going to need her. After a moment we pull apart.
"Me too," she says and I smile at her. I turn to Haley and give her a wink and I'm out the door. As soon as the door is closed, I lean against the wall and let out a breath that I wasn't aware I was holding.
"Oh, God," I gasp in relief. I didn't realize how hard it was going to be. I never really thought of the down side to seeing Hales. I was just so frickin' happy that she was okay I never really thought about it. I hear the door open and the nurse walks out. I look at her and try to give her a look that says I'm okay, but I can tell that she's not going to buy it.
"You okay?" she asks me. I know that it's her job and everything, but it's still really nice of her to make sure. I nod my head and she accepts that. She seems to understand that I don't want to talk about it. She lays a supportive hand on my shoulder as she walks by me and down the hall. Within moments she was gone.
"Get a grip, Davis," I mutter to myself as I stand up straight and began my walk to the elevator. Just like the last few times, there is no one in here. I don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing. I'm a little surprised that I haven't run into that Courtney girl again. Maybe she left. The ride seems to last forever, but it's finally over. I step out and I spot Jake sitting in my chair, rocking Jenny. I make my way over to him. When I'm just a few meters away, he hears me coming.
"Hey, Brooke," he greets me with a genuine smile. I miss those kinds of smiles. All I've seen lately are either bullshit 'I'm fine. Really' smiles or 'Oh, I'm sorry your best friend was just raped' smiles. If I see one more of those I'm going to explode.
"Hi, Jake."
"How's she doing?" he asks. The way he says 'she' makes it sound like he's trying to avoid using her name. Like it'll make me cry or something.
"Haley is fine," I answer, making sure I use her name. Jake nods and seems to be very happy with my answer. "Actually, I'm on my way to her house now. Gotta pick up some clothes for her." He lays Jenny down and stands up.
"Did you need a ride?"
"Sure, thanks," I accept. He nods and picks up Jenny's carrier and I follow him out to his car. He carefully put Jenny in the backset and climbs into the driver's seat. "You know where it is?"
"Oh, yeah," he says, distracted. Guess he doesn't want to talk. That's perfectly fine. I'm not really in the mood to talk anyway. The ride doesn't take very long. Within five minutes we're parked outside Haley's house. "There you go."
"Thanks, Jake," I say as I get out of the car. He doesn't drive off until him on the porch. I pull out my key chain and find the extra key to Haley's house that she gave me a while ago. I unlock the door and make my way up to Haley's room. I look around it and it's the same as it was the last time anyone was in it, A week ago when we were getting her stuff. I shake my head, forgetting the happier times, and make my way over to her closet. She's getting out tomorrow so she'll only need two outfits. I'm in the middle of searching for her favourite top when the phone rings. I ignore it, knowing that the machine will pick it up. By the third ring I've found the shirt I was looking for and I'm looking through the drawers. I hear Haley's voice come on the machine telling whoever is calling to leave a message. I smile at the sound of lightness in her voice. But my smile fades when I hear the voice on the machine.
"Hey, Hales," the voice floats through the room. "I know that you not home from the hospital yet. Probably won't be for a few days, but I just wanted to ask you something." I drop the clothes that are in my arms and walk over to the desk that the machine is on. "I know that it's not Tuesday yet, but I tried calling your cell. It said that your number is no longer in service. Did you get a new number?" I don't know what comes over me, but I suddenly reach for the phone.
"It's broken," I inform him. I hear him gasp in surprise. "Nathan broke it before it happened."
"Brooke? What are you doing there?" he questioned, more than a little shocked to here my voice. I don't know whether it's over hearing my voice in general or if it's hearing it without any anger.
"I came to pick up some clothes for Hales," I explain. "She's getting out tomorrow. Her parents are in Europe so she's staying at Chez Davis." He laughs nervously.
"Sounds like fun," he states. He should know. He stayed here enough times. "So...besides becoming bestest friends with Haley, what else have you been up to?" I have to laugh at the jealous tone in his voice. He misses his best friend. That's so sweet, but he's always been such a sweetie when it comes to Haley.
"That's it actually," I sigh. It's true. This has got to be the most uneventful month of my entire life. I was too busy moping around to be the usual Brooke Davis. "It's been pretty quite around here. Just me and my Hales. No boys, no partying, no Peyton."
"Brooke, about Peyton..."
"I know, Luke," I interrupt him. "Your sorry. You don't have to apologize."
"Yes I do," he insists. "I cheated on you. I hurt you and ruined your friendship with Peyton."
"But you've already apologized," I tried to tell him. "The night before you left. You came to my door and apologized for everything you did." I sit down on Haley's bed. "I was just too busy being a bitch to forgive you."
"You were hurt, Brooke," he defends me. "I deserved everything that you said to me."
"No you didn't," I reply. "You loved her. You've had feelings for her since forever. She came to you. What were you supposed to do?"
"But still..."
"No, Luke," I interrupt him again. "I've learned my lesson. There's no point in staying mad at people. I never want to wake up and realize that I've lost another important person in my life." I hear him sigh into the phone and I know he won't apologize anymore. I take a big breath before I say what I need to say. "I think you should call Peyton. I think she really cares about you. And I know you care about her. I want you two to be happy. And if that means together, I'm cool with it."
"I can't."
"I'm serious, Lucas. I want you two to be happy...."
"No, I don't want that anymore," he states. I'm thrown off. I thought they were in love. "I'm with Nikki now and I'm happier than I ever thought I could be. She is amazing." I roll my eyes. I really don't want to be hearing this. Being happy with Peyton was one thing. With the bitch is a completely different one.
"At least call her and tell her that," I tell him. "That way she can move on with her life and not wait for you forever." I know that he still cares about her. There's no doubt in my mind. There's just something in him that won't let him stop caring about people.
"I'll think about it," he sighs. He'll call her. He could never say no to me. I smile to myself at the thought. "I have to go. Will you tell Hales I called and that I'll find some way to talk to her on Tuesday?"
"Sure," I promise him. "I'll tell her. Goodbye, Lucas Scott." God, that sounded so final. Maybe because it is. Then why aren't I that upset? Before I he can say anything else, I hang up the phone. I stare at it for a moment before I set it back on its cradle. Suddenly I'm relaxed and kind of content. Everything seems perfect. Between the three of us, anyways. I frown when I hear the double beep of the machine, indicating that it was about to play an old message.
"Where the hell are you!" I hear Nathan's voice shout. Suddenly, I'm all tense again. I ball up my fists. "I've been waiting here for two God damn hours! Are you that fucking stupid that you can't remember when you have plans with your boyfriend?!" I close my eyes as I try to control myself. Hearing his voice, listening to him talk to her like that. I've never heard him speak like that towards Haley before. He was always so loving. "I'm gonna beat your ass if you don't...." I stand up and throw the entire phone against the wall and collapse to the floor. I'm sobbing into my hands in milliseconds. I swear to whatever God there is, if I ever see Nathan Scott again I'm going to murder him. And I part of hopes I do.
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That's it for now. Please tell me what you think, guys. I need to know what I should write next. Thanks for reading. I'm outtie.