Hey guys...
I started writing this story a while ago, but I am just now posting on this site.
This story is about the gang and their children, focussing mainly on Brooke and Lucas' son.
Summary:He lost the two most important people in his life...fourteen years ago. But even today, he is dealing with the grief. When someone he once knew comes back into his life, will he be able to handle it? Or will he push them away?
I WILL REMEMBER YOU
CHAPTER 1
Did you ever have one of those dreams, that when you get woken up, you wish you could get back to? A dream where you can't wait to go back to sleep just so you can finish it? But what if you never actually had that dream, but instead you wanted to have it? You think I'm crazy now right? Well let me ask you this…what if it wasn't a dream you were trying to get back to, but it was your life?
That's how my life is. Now don't get me wrong, I don't have a horrible life, but its not the life I would dream about. If I got to choose it, this wouldn't be the one.
It's been twelve years since that day I lost two of the most important people who have ever been in my life. It's been twelve years, and although most of the memories of that day have faded away I still have one, the one where I'm looking down at those people in their caskets and the look on the peoples faces around me.
When I lay down at night to go to sleep, those two peoples faces are the last ones in my mind; a picture of them is hung on my ceiling so I see them when I go to sleep, and I see them when I wake up.
Now who are these people, you are probably wondering. Well those people are my parents, Lucas and Brooke Scott; they were killed in a car accident when I was just two. My Uncle Nathan and my Aunt Haley have raised me since.
I sit up refreshed and pull on some shorts and a shirt, careful not to trip on one of the many objects spread around my room. Before I head down the hall I grab the necklace I always wear and slip it around my neck. Uncle Nate says that my mom gave it to my dad when they first started dating. I check in the mirror one last time and laugh at my disheveled style. My dirty blond hair juts out every which way, my clothes are wrinkled, but it's who I am.
"Morning." I greet them in the kitchen. I grab a pop tart from the cabinet and my backpack from the closet and I'm ready for school. "Ryan, lets go." I call into the living room as I grab my keys and walk to my truck. He runs out a few minutes later and jumps in beside me. I back out of the driveway quickly and speed off down the street.
"I'd prefer to get there alive." Ryan laughs as he clutches the armrest. Smiling, I hit the gas pedal and the truck roars loudly as I fly down the road. I slow down as we come into town so I won't hit anybody. "Hey, can we pick up Emma?" He questions. So my cousin Ryan, he's pretty cool. He's one of my best friends. He was born a year after I was; he's fifteen, I'm sixteen.
I take a sharp turn around the corner and head to the familiar house. "What's with you two anyway?" I ask him. "Are you dating, just friends, friends with benefits?"
"Friends." He states quickly. I laugh at his lame attempt to cover his true feelings that I know he has for her. "What about you, dating anyone?"
"Nah." I give him a small smile. See, that's the thing about me; I don't like to let people get close. There are just six people in my life that get to see the real me; My uncle Nate, my Aunt Haley, My grandma Karen, My grandpa Keith, my cousin Ryan, and then my best friend, Ashley.
I pull up to the small house and Ryan jumps out quickly and knocks on the door. Emma appears a few minutes later and he walks her back and lets her sit up front. "Hey." She offers me a polite smile and I give one back.
"Anyone else?" I question as I back out and pull away. Ryan laughs and shakes his head. I speed off down the road again as Ryan talks with Emma, both sharing quiet laughs about something that happened yesterday. I pull over again and park; I jump and they follow suit. I walk up the sidewalk and push the familiar door open, the bells jingling as I enter.
"Hey Mikey." She greets as we walk in. We've always had this special kind of relationship, one that I'm grateful to have. "Hi Ryan, Emma." She says as we take a seat on the stools.
"How's my favorite grandma?" I question as she hands me my usual coffee. She laughs as I hand her the money for it.
"Grandma." She smiles. "You make me feel old." I take a sip as I laugh. It's become a morning ritual for us; everyday Ryan and I head off to school, pick up Emma, stop at the café and I get my coffee, then we actually go to school.
"Well what else am I supposed to call you?" I question curiously. She sighs and shrugs her shoulders. "Where's grandpa?" I wonder out loud. She, that's another weird thing about me, well not me, but my family. My 'grandpa' was my dad's uncle Keith, but to me he's like a grandfather, like he was a father to my dad.
"He's at the shop." She states as she wipes the counters off. "Shouldn't you be leaving, you're gonna be late."
"You're right." I say standing and hitting Ryan, disrupting him from his constant flirting with Emma. "Thanks for the coffee." I say holding the door open for Ryan and Emma to exit. "Do you need help here after school? I don't mind stopping by."
"I don't know." She states.
"Well call me." I say stepping out of the door and letting it swing shut. I press the button on my key chain and my truck roars to life. We all get in and in a matter of minutes we arrive at the school. Ryan and Emma go off their separate way and I head off in another.
"Hey there cutie." Ashley laughs as she walks up beside me joining our arms together. I laugh at her flirty greeting, it seems odd to me because we're just friends. We've always had a weird relationship too. I grab her books from her hands and skim through them.
"Keep talking like that and people are going to start getting the wrong idea." I state as we walk up towards my locker. I detangle my arm from hers and unlock it and take out the books I need.
"Who cares what they think?" She laughs lightly. I shut my locker, my books in hand, and walk towards hers.
"I don't." I state. "I was just saying." We continue to walk down the hall, avoiding people so nothing happens. But suddenly my books go crashing to the floor and a football player is standing over them laughing. Without looking at him I bend down and pick them up silently, just letting him get away with it.
"Chris." Ryan says walking up beside me and addressing the guy. "Just leave him alone."
"I can't help it if he's a geek." Chris laughs again. He sighs at Ryan's serious expression and gives him a pat on the back before walking away.
"Thanks." I sigh as he hands me another book. See in school, I'm what you would call a 'loner'. Ryan on the other hand, he's one of the popular kids; we are almost total opposites, maybe that's why we get along so well. He plays basketball so he's one of the stars in the school.
"No wonder they think you're a dork." Ryan laughs playfully as he points to my choice of reading material. "Steinbeck? Who reads this stuff?"
I offer him a weak smile as I shift the book to my other hand. "My dad." I say quietly and he can tell he hit a sore spot. A couple years ago my Uncle Nate showed me these boxes of books that he kept in the garage; he told me that my dad used to read them. So one day I snuck in there and picked one up, it was 'The Winter of Our Discontent' by John Steinbeck. And when I finished it, I was hooked. I used to sneak in there and just read them for hours until one day my Aunt Haley found me reading them. The next day my Uncle Nate helped me build some bookshelves and put the books on them in my room; it's like I have my own library in my room now.
"Hey man." Ryan says apologetically. "I didn't mean anything about it. About your dad."
"No big deal." I hit his chest lightly. I wave goodbye as the bell rings and Ashley and I head off to our first period class together, math. I take my usual seat, and Ashley takes hers, right beside me.
"Mr. Scott." Mrs. Smith says sarcastically. "Ms. Thomas, what a pleasure to have you both on time for class." Ashley laughs and I give her a small smile.
"I try." I laugh as the second bell rings. Mrs. Smith drones on again, like she does everyday. I have to force myself to stay awake.
"Hey Mikey." I hear Ashley whisper as a small paper ball hits the side of my head. I turn my head to her, a questioning look on my face. She holds her hand to her mouth to keep from laughing.
"Hey Ash." I whisper back mimicking her actions. She sticks her tongue out childishly and now it's my turn to try not to laugh.
"Do you understand this stuff?" She questions motioning to the book laid out on her desk. I nod, telling her that I do. "Can you help me later? I can't fail another test."
"If my grandma doesn't need me." I whisper quietly back. "You know, if you paid more attention to the teacher than me then you wouldn't need my help in the first place." I smirk at her.
"Mr. Scott." Mrs. Smith interrupts our conversation. We both quickly turn our attention towards the front. "I asked if you had the answer."
"Uh, seven?" I smile questioningly as everyone turns his or her attention towards me. I can't stop the reddish tint from appearing on my face.
"Actually yes." Mrs. Smith says in shock. I laugh quietly to myself. "Pay attention to me, not Ms. Thomas." She says going back to her lesson. Finally the bell rings and we both dart from the room before she can hold us back.
We part ways for the next two periods, with promises that we will meet up for lunch at our usual spot. The two periods pass painfully slow, but thankfully it is lunch, and after that there is only one more class to go.
"Mmm, salad, tasty." I mock as I take a seat next to Ashley. She shrugs as she takes another bite of it. "So how was English?" I question her.
She doesn't respond with words, but instead grunts. I have to laugh. "Mr. Allen wouldn't shut up. He kept going on and on about, well I dunno, I wasn't paying attention." She laughs. "What about you?"
"Eh, boring." I say setting my bag down by my feet. "I already know the stuff, so I just kinda space out." I pick up my sandwich and take a big bite out.
"Hey guys." Jenny says sitting down next to us. Jenny, my sorta cousin who is a year older than me. She's Jake and Peyton's daughter. But they are so close to our family that Ryan refers to them as our uncle and aunt. But like I said, I don't let that many people that close.
"Hey." We both offer. "What's up?" I ask.
"Not much." She replies as she is looking around. "You guys seen Danny?" She questions. Danny is her boyfriend, they've been dating for almost a year. Danny is also on the football team, but he is at least civil, dare I say friendly, to me, most likely on Jenny's request.
"Not today." Ashley replies. Jenny sighs, offers us a goodbye wave and walks away. "So anyway…" Ashley says starting up a conversation, "I was talking to Ryan last period, and he said they have some spots open on the team."
"No way." I say determinedly as I shake my head for emphasis. "He already tried to get me to play and I told him no."
"Why not Mikey?" Ashley questions, her full attention now on me. "You're really good, you would make the team."
"So what?" I reply. "I know I'm good, I just don't want to play."
"But you do play. You play everyday at the river court." She counters.
"I just don't want to play for the school." I say trying to get her to drop the subject, but of course, I know she isn't going to.
"Why not?" She demands. "Why play at some stupid playground when you can play in the gym, with a team, where it matters?"
"A stupid playground?" I repeat disbelievingly. I stand up quickly, a new anger washing over me. "You know, I thought you knew me better than that." I say picking up my bag.
"Mikey." She pleads standing up to stop me. "I didn't mean that." She says as I start to walk away. "Where are you going?"
"I dunno." I say walking back towards my truck. "Probably some place stupid." I say slamming the door shut and speeding off, leaving her standing there.