Author's Note: This is just part 2 of the story, it's just Nathan's point of view on everything, some people wanted me to do that so, enjoy!

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Enjoy my peeps.

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Brooke Davis was mine.

It may sound possessive but it's true. She has always been mine. And honestly I think she'd agree.

I miss her though, I haven't seen her in years. I know she's doing well for herself though, I always keep track of her. I have newspaper clippings and magazines that rave about her success. I'm proud her.

It was so hard for me to keep from seeing her, there were some moments when I almost did, but I didn't, because I knew I would be breaking our promise. I really didn't see why we couldn't just find our dream jobs together, but that's just how everything went down.

She always said that if two people are meant to be together then they will find their way in the end. I just teased her for being corny, but inside…I hoped it was true.

I wasn't really good with the mushy stuff. My way of showing I cared for her was smashing some other guy's face in.

Yeah…those were the good ol' days. Sadly, they were gone pretty quickly and graduation was already around the corner so I had an idea, and like I said, I wasn't the mushy type so I suggested we get tattoos to remember each other.

And to my surprise, Brooke agreed whole-heartedly.

She got hers on her lower back, it was a heart with my initials, NS, inside. I thought that would be too girly for me so I got her first name tattooed to my left calf, it looked all mysterious and cryptic, so I was satisfied.

She didn't really mention that she had the tattoo to anybody, she said it was because she liked it being only between us. Hey, that was fine with me, I didn't want people ogling her, that was my job anyway.

Speaking of jobs, mine has really picked up. The first thing I thought about when I made it wasn't the fame or the money, it was Brooke. Which is why I'm in my car, heading to her house.

I've always known where she lived, not in a stalker-ish way, just to make sure if I ever needed to contact her for anything.

I looked at the houses I passed carefully, making sure that I didn't accidentally pass the one I was looking for and I smiled when I saw it.

I parked in front and eyed the blue buggy that was there.

I had always told her it was hideous, but she loved it. I'm surprised she still has it after all these years. You'd think that with all the money she's got she'd update it, but I guess she loves it too much to get rid of it.

I love that car as well, as much as I hate to admit it. Brooke and I had some pretty good times in that back seat of hers…

I won't get into that though, don't want you to get too excited. But I will say this: it hurt so good.

I smirked as I stepped out my car and walked up to the door. Then reality set it and I let out a shaky breath.

I'm gonna see Brooke.

The love of my life.

My Brooke.

I smiled gently as I rang the doorbell.

This is it.

She opened the door, and gasped.

"I'm done waiting," I told her.

She just smiled widely and pulled me by my collar. "Come here."

And then her lips met mine.