A/N: This chapter contains moments of INTENSE nature. I warn you now.
A/N2: Title taken from The Beatles
Chapter Six:
I Wanna Hold Your Hand
"I love you," Lucas smiled and wrapped his arms around his best friend.
"Oh its nothing," his friend smiled back.
"No you really are an awesome friend Troy," Lucas beamed.
Troy watched as Lucas sped down the road. Nathan stood on the porch with his had a crossed his mouth. Turning toward Troy he scowled and returned to the house with a slam of the door. Troy flinched, he wished they would remember. He should have just told them who he was upfront but now he feared it was to late. He walked over and sat down on his couch. He pulled the yearbook into his lap and glanced at the now worn page. There he sat Lucas Roe. Luckily the school had screwed Lucas' name up and he was not only a Scott but somehow placed after Nathan. Troy Speedman, right next to them. He thought back to those years, all of the times they had spent together. And neither brother remembered any of it. It never surprised him that Nathan had forgotten. He had started at an early age in his bullying. Sixth grade to be exact and Troy had been his first victim. It was a harmless tray dump at lunch but it spiraled into so much more for him and others. But, the fact that Lucas doesn't remember, that hurt him a lot.
After the first day of humiliation Lucas had gravitated toward him. He wanted to make up for what his dumbass, at that time, half-brother had done. It then didn't take but a few days for a friendship to flourish. Everyday after school they would head over to either Troy or Lucas' house. Even at the age of twelve, Troy knew that was something more there than friendship, even though he couldn't quiet put his finger on what exactly it was. Then one day on one of their after school hang out sessions, Troy got the sudden urge to kiss Lucas. He did, and found the end result satisfying. Though they knew they were both to young for sex they knew making out wouldn't do and harm. So then their after school activates changed. They had only been hanging out for around five months when Troy got the news. His parents had decided to move to New York.
"I'll miss you," Troy said when they were sitting on his couch after their last day of school together.
"Yeah," Lucas leaned over and kissed him, "I'll miss you to."
"I got you something!" Troy smiled and jumped up.
"Oh you shouldn't have," Lucas grumbled but bore a smile.
"Close your eyes!" Troy said before he turned around. After Lucas had them closed he ran other and sat something in his lap.
"Can I open them?" Lucas put his hands on top of the thing on his lap.
"Yes," Troy said directly in his ear.
"Wow," Lucas opened his eyes to see a miniature desk in his lap. It had paper and pencils and even books with writing prompts attached.
"I knew you liked to write so-" Troy started.
"I love you," Lucas smiled and wrapped his arms around his best friend.
"Oh its nothing," Troy smiled back.
"No you really are an awesome friend Troy," Lucas beamed.
Troy snapped back from his memory when his phone started ringing. It was probably his mother again. He hadn't been returning her calls. He was hoping it would be easier on her this way. The phone stopped ringing with no answering machine, he had unplugged it a few days ago. He wondered for a second where Lucas had gone but then threw the thought to the side. It didn't matter, Lucas didn't care what he was doing. Maybe if he knew he might but at this moment he was fleeing to some unknown location. Troy then sighed at the thought, it made everything that much easier. He could bring disgrace to himself knowing that the one person he wanted the most, but could never have, won't have to know. At least not now.
Nathan sat in the living room with tears falling slowly down his face. Lucas had gotten a call from the Tree Hill Hospital. They were all to familiar with the place. So many family and friends, gone. He wished they could have had some more warning. Karen didn't smoke, she always made sure to wear sunscreen, and she didn't go to tanning beds. How does cancer find such a wonderfully kind woman?
Then he heard the bang. It echoed from somewhere outside. He looked out the window and listened again. He couldn't hear anything, no screams; no talking. Nathan jumped from the couch and ran out of the door. It was only when he noticed the shattered window of his next door neighbor that he found he was holding his breath. With a heavy sigh he descended the stairs of and accented the others. He knocked on the door calling Troy's name for a few minutes, until he heard the moans. He tried the door and found it was unlocked. Nathan instantly regretted their past.
There next to the shattered window lay Troy. There was blood pouring from some point on his head. Nathan rushed over and quickly noticed he was still alive. Troy looked directly at him with tears in his eyes.
"What the fuck man?" Nathan looked frantic trying to think of what to do.
"I'm sorry," Troy looked as though he couldn't really see Nathan.
"I'll call an ambulance," Nathan started to stand but Troy's hand grabbed him pulling him back to his spot next to Troy's body.
"Tell Luke," Troy gasped, "I'm sorry he couldn't remember."
And, with that, Troy went limp.
A/N3: So I hope this is a good come back rewrite. I have thought it over and the old story just wasn't working. I looked over the story and saw that this was the way I need to go. Hang in there I'm still working out the kinks in my writing.
