I know guys, I know. One Night hasn't been updated…cause I have writer's block…again.

So, why not write this if I have the idea?

You guys are totally awesome with the feedback on this. Love you guys!

Oh, and I've kinda noticed that the flashbacks have been a little much lately. Like, the last chapter was pretty much all flashback. Sorry about that, but they're kind of important. But! Once we get into the good stuff, there probably won't be anymore. Basically, that's why this one will probably be so long…Important stuff!

"You couldn't have given me more of a warning than this?" Brylee asked, tears threatening to spill out of her eyes.

James looked over at his girlfriend, who was sitting on his bed in a pair of sweatpants and an old t-shirt, her hair up in a messy ponytail.

"What are you talking about? You look gorgeous," he said, throwing some jeans into the black suitcase on the floor. The girl rolled her eyes.

"That's not what I meant." James kept his eyes on his clothes, swallowing hard. He already knew what she meant. She was wondering why he couldn't have given her more of a warning than six hours. It was barely ten am, and James had woken her up, wanting her to come over here so he could tell her the fantastic news.

He had gotten his chance. He was going to LA with Kendall, Logan and Carlos. He was going to be famous.

But he didn't know how he'd make it without Brylee, her soft skin, her sweet smelling hair, her gentle touch.

He dropped the shirts he was holding, then walked over to his bed and sat down next to her. She looked at him sadly, then immediately looked back down, trying to keep the sobs inside of her.

"You know-"

"Please," she said, her throat tight. "Jus-just hold me. Please."

James closed his eyes, hating seeing his girlfriend like this, then wrapped his arms around her, and she buried her head in his chest, her tears getting dried by his t-shirt.

He loved this girl so much, and he hated having to leave her, but he knew one day he'd be back for her and they'd pick up right where they left off. They'll talk every night, and it'll be like they weren't even apart.

He was going to miss a lot of things about her, especially that special little thing he shared with her called making love. He didn't want anyone else to experience that, he wanted just her to know how he felt.

"Damn it," James mumbled. How the hell could he forget something like that? He had broken so many promises he made to Brylee about California and didn't keep a single one. Oh, how he hated himself.

He wanted to see her. Like, right now. He wanted to see her face, although he could see it in his mind at the drop of a hat. He wanted to hear her voice, although he could hear it ringing in his ears.

He was walking around the hospital in search for Logan, wanting to talk to him. Even though Logan wasn't John's official doctor, James wanted any news about his father from his best friend.

He wondered past the nurse's station, and he noticed that some of them smirked at him as he walked past. Dear god, had he become that much of a whore that he was just screaming I'll take you home tonight?

He cringed, and kept his head straight, then turned down another brightly lit corridor.

And it's when he heard it.

That laugh.

Her laugh.

He felt his entire body grow hot in a millisecond, but fuck, it was just his mind playing tricks on him. There was no way she'd be here. She probably didn't even live around here anymore. He didn't dare turn his head, because that's when the dream broke away.

"Luc, I'm telling you, he's practically in love with you," Brylee tried to tell her best friend about "Dr. Joe." They were taking a short little walk around the hospital since Lucy was up for it, but she wasn't up for accepting the fact that she was practically in love with her doctor.

"No he's not," she said. The brunette rolled her eyes, and when she looked forward, she swears she saw someone familiar.

Stop it, she scolded herself. Stop. He's not here. He won't ever be.

"Uh, Luc?" The brunette pulled her friend closer to her, her hand on her sick friend's wrist. "Is it just me, or is that face really familiar?"

Lucy looked at the guy that was about twelve feet in front of them, and her eyes widened as she looked over at Brylee.

"Holy shit," she said, otherwise lost for words. "Is that…?"

Brylee nodded, knowing she hasn't gone crazy.

"Come on, I need to get back to my room," Lucy said, pulling her friend by her hand in the other direction.

Brylee kept her eyes on the figure until she disappeared around the corner.

James finally turned around, and, like he thought, nothing.

Nothing at all.

He sighed heavily, then finally spotted Logan down the hallway. He walked a bit faster to catch up with him, then placed a hang on his shoulder.

"Hey, what's up?" the shorter man said.

"The weirdest fucking thing just happened…I think," James said.

"What was it?" Logan asked, turning to look at his friend.

"I think I just heard Brylee. And don't even call me crazy. I know it was her laugh."

"And why didn't you, I don't know, talk to her?"

"One- she was with someone and two- What the fuck! No!"

"Relax," Logan said, a smile on his face. "It can't be that bad if you try and talk to her."

"Alright, Logie, whatever you say," the brunette said, his tone evident with sarcasm.

Half an hour later, Brylee was walking out of the hospital, her large brown bag slung over her shoulder. She wanted to see what she saw earlier again. All her thoughts kept retracing back to that one guy.

She ran a hand through her hair, fluffing it a bit as the doors slid open and she stepped out, looking down at the boots on her feet.

James was outside of the hospital, taking a breather. Ashley was inside saying a few last things to John, and her brother was wandering around outside in the chilled December air.

He was looking down at the Converse on his feet, his hands in his pockets, when he rammed into a body, shorter than him, and he grabbed their elbow to keep them from falling, and they grabbed his other hand.

Brylee looked up, and she felt her breathing stop completely. She almost wanted to cry.

"James," she said, so softly it could barely be heard above the winter wind.

"Brylee," he said in the same tone.

James couldn't believe this. The girl he was- and is - in love with is right in front of his face. He looked over her, and couldn't fathom that she was just as perfect as the day he left. His eyes quickly went down to her left hand, searching for a ring of any kind. Nothing. That was good.

Brylee felt light-headed. Here he was- the guy who broke her heart- right in front of her face. She wanted to lean up and kiss him, to feel those lips like she had before, but she couldn't do that. He was probably in some sort of relationship.

I have to apologize, James thought.

Why is he here? Brylee pondered.

They stared at each other for what felt like infinity, and wondered where to go from here.