When You're Gone Chapter 4: photo, an one tree hill fanfic

Story: When you're gone…

Chapter: 3

Chapter Title: Photo

Disclaimer: I Don't own notin

Hey guys sorry it takin so long to update but I had some really big inspiration for my other story and ya. Plus school is crazy, DRAMA! Is all I have to say and I made like 3 new frinds. I fell bad for neglecting all you guys out here. I dot have the next chapter written but I thought that I would leave you with this chapter until I can get another chapter written love yall!

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Heather lead Brooke into her room.

"And this is my room." Heather said. The walls were painted a lime green. The queen sized bed sat in the middle of the room, with a night stand next to the bed. Heathers favorite picture stood on top of it. Brooke walked over and picked up the picture.

"Was this your mom?"

"Ya, that picture was taken at the river court in Tree Hill. It's my favorite picture."

"So, you've been to Tree Hill?"

"I only went that one time when I was 2. I really don't remember a lot."

"Well this is a great place." Brooke said pointing around the room.

"You've only seen the living room, kitchen, and dining room. That's not even half of it. You haven't seen the weight room, 4 bedrooms, the 2 basketball courts, one indoor, one outdoor, the trophy room, or Aunt Haley's recording studio."

"Nathan sure has done well for himself."

"You knew Uncle Nate before he was rich?"

"Your Uncle was always rich, just not this rich."

"Oh. Well, my rooms kinda boring, lets go see the trophy room."

Heather lead Brooke down the hallway to a door at the end of the hall. She opened the door to a room full of books.

"This is the trophy room, slash, library, slash, Uncle Nate's office."

Brooke walked over to the trophy case and looked at all of Nathan's Stanford trophies. Then something caught her eye, a dusty trophy sitting at the bottom of the case. Brooke saw the trophy was from Tree Hill.

Tree Hill Ravens North Carolina State Champions High School Basketball

Brooke smiled at all the memories that fell through her mind as she read.

"Dad has the same trophy, it's his favorite one. He says that Uncle Nate 'doesn't appreciate what high school gave him.'" Heather said, finishing the last part with air quotes.

"I remember when they gave him this trophy, he was close to tears, and now it just sits here, what a waist."

"Brooke, come over here, I think you're in this photo album." Brooke walked over to were Heather has opened a cabinet under one of the book cases.

"These pictures are from high school." Brooke said, lightening up.

"I gotta go to the bathroom, I'll be right back." Heather got up and walked out of the room. Brooke looked over the pages of pictures from so long ago. Her adolescence sat right in front of her eyes yet she couldn't remember one sound, one smell, one touch. She saw pictures of Nathan and Haley, Peyton and herself, Lucas and Haley. It all seemed so far away, so distant. She turned through the pages looking for one picture to bring back a memory, anything, a smell, a sound, a touch. She turned the next page hoping something would spark. There it sat. a picture that to any other person would seem cute, romantic, endearing.

-----Flashback-----

"Smile you guys"

"Haley put the camera away."

"Come on Lucas smile"

"Brooke, I don't like pictures."

"What are our grandchildren gonna look at?"

"Brooke, I don't like pictures...Brooke."

Snap

"Haley you did no just take a picture of us making out."

----End Flashback----

It all came back, the smell of Lucas' clothes, his gentle, caressing, touch on her back, the sound of camera snapping the picture.

"I'm back!" Heather said walking back into the room. Brookes head shot up while she shut the photo album with a loud BANG

"You startled me."

"I'm sorry did you find anything good?" Heather walked over to the leather couch and sat down.

"Just old memories." Brooke said as she sat next to Heather. "So, you seem to like this room, do you come up here a lot?"

"No. this is dad's favorite room. Aunt Haley says that he comes up here more than uncle Nate does. This is dads thinking room. He comes up here when he needs to think, or when he needs time alone. Mostly he'll come up here when he's thinking about mom a lot. Some times I can hear him talk to her. I stand outside the door listen just to see what he says and if he ever gets a response. This room is special to me."

"Wow, well its time for my bathroom break. Where is it?"

"Down the hall 3 doors to the right."

Brooke got up and left the room. Heather walked over to where Brooke had left the high school photo album. She wondered what was so… interesting. She flipped through the pages looking for it. She saw pictures of so many different people yet none sparked an interest. Then there was one. It was her aunt and uncle. They were standing in the rain and it looked like they hugging. She found it cute that her aunt and uncle were in love, even in high school. Why would this picture interest Brooke? There were dozens of pictures of Nathan and Haley in the album. Then she saw it. Behind her aunt and uncle was her dad. It was raining and the picture wasn't clear but somehow she could see Lucas and what looked like Brooke. From her father's body language that she had become so accustom of reading, she could tell that he was yelling. Brooke looked like she was yelling back. She found this behavior strange for her father. He rarely yelled, 90 of the time it was while he was watching sports. She flipped the page looking for something to make sense of the picture. She looked down the page looking at pictures of her fathers childhood. She loved seeing the way her father grew up. Where he lived who his friends were, what he did. She wondered if her father had ever dated but suddenly she new. It sat there like an answer to all the unanswered questions. It was the picture Brooke had looked at. They had dated, that's why Aunt Haley had been so edgy when they got there. That's why Uncle Nate looked at dad weird. It seemed like this picture made sense of everything. This is why mom…NO. She couldn't say it. She closed the book and put it back where she had found it. She walked out into the hallway.

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Brooke walked down the hall counting the doors. 1-2-3. she opened the large white door and walked into the bathroom. She sat in the toilet and covered her face with her hands. She cried letting each tear represent what she had been hiding all these years. Shame. Guilt. Blame. Forgiveness. Love. Hurt. How could she think of happy times when Lucas was hurting? His wife had died and he had a child to raise. She had stepped into a world she thought same. But it wasn't. She remembered the first time she had met Emily. It was at Nathan and Haley's wedding. She had thought that Lucas had brought her just to make her jealous. They hadn't had the prettiest goodbye. Now she felt bad about what she had thought about Emily. Lucas loved her; he had a child with her. She made Lucas happy, something Brooke had always wanted for Luke. Especially after his childhood. She silently prayed to god for forgiveness. She was still mad at Lucas back then. She was still in love with him. And yet, today she still was. No, that was the past, an old high school flame. She stood up and washed off her face. She opened the door and walked into the hallway.

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Ryan Cabrera –Photo

A photo can say a thousand things
But it can't say the million things I wanna say
A photo can capture the way we were
But it can't capture the way we are
'Cause you're far away
What it's like to know you
What it's like to touch you

When you told me that you loved me
were those just words
You can't tell me you don't need me
and I know that hurts
'Cause I'm looking at your picture
'Cause it's all I've got
Maybe one day
You and me will have one more shot

Timing lost minutes and moments
And I might be lonely girl
But I'm not afraid
In a second
It all comes right back to me
Nothing's forgotten now
Yeah everything's saved
What it's like to touch you
What it's like to know you

You were my life
you were my faith
You gave me hope every day

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Well that was it sorry it took so long to post but so much going on. Hope you like. Another chapter might take a while but I promise it will be up I want to give a big thanks to my BFF Ash for the co-write on yet another chapter. The part about what heather was thinking yep that was all ash. Well she gave me all the detail and I put it in that part. Well I hope you like. Visit Review Button. PLEASE!

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