And it was. Just not the way she had wanted. Roger stormed down the stairs and out the door. She ran after him, if he left who would watch her when they left, who would play the music when she had nightmares?
Who else would stay home to make pizza with her when they could be partying with every other eighteen year old in this town .
"Roger! Roger! Don't go."
Her brother stopped and turned around. For a moment she had hope.
"Please don't go Rog."
"I'm sorry, squirt, but I gotta get away."
"Where are you gonna go?"
"Back to New York. You remember New York?"
She nodded, she remebered a little.
"Whose gonna stay with you?"
"Mark. You remember Mark."
She nodded. She didn't know how much more she was going to be able to remember.
She open her mouth once more, but was quickly stopped.
Roger laughed a little, "At least someone's gonna miss me. No worries, okay? I'll always be there when you really need me."
As eighteen year old Brooke approached Karen's Cafe she saw Lucas, Peyton, and Haley inside...waiting for her. And yet she passed right by. She was having one of those moments where she no longer felt like keeping her mask on.
Slowly she pulled up along side the curb a few blocks away.
Nervously she made her way to the door. And knocked.
"Brooke." The boy at the door smiled.
Jake her all weather friend. Sometimes she forgot.
"Hey." She smiled back. "I...I...was wondering if Jenny had any plans."
He smiled back. "My parents took her on some weekend trip to she some old friends of theirs."
"Oh, well...then does Jenny's daddy have any plans?"
"None."
She reached into her purse to pull out a movie case.
"Movie?"
"Sounds good."
The night progressed steadily.
"What's eating you today, Brookie?" Jake asked running his fingers down her hair as the credits rolled down the screen.
"Just want to get away."
"We all do. Nothing we have seems to be good enough...until we really look at, then we can how good we really have it."
"That why I come here." She admitted.
"Why?"
"To see you." She leaned in and kissed him.
"Brooke."
She just smiled and leaned in again.
He alway gave in to her too easily.