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- Brittany

I spent the whole flight to Tree Hill crying. I tried with all my might to stop the tears from rolling out but I couldn't help it. I already miss him. I also knew that right now for me this was the best thing to do. But I really can't imagine a day without him. I swear I have fallen so head over heals in love with this guy. I'm already thinking about hoping on a flight back to L.A. once I get to Tree Hill. But Brooke kept sending me text messages saying "P. Sawyer, don't think about it. If you think about it you'll do it. And right now, you don't need that. Take some time for yourself." I wanted to throw my phone every time I read one of Brookes messages. All I wanted to do was go back to Pete and tell him that I can learn to live with being in the spot light. But I couldn't do that. Not until I remember what my life was like. Every time I tried to imagine my room all I would think about is Pete. And the time he came and stayed with me after he broke his ankle. The first time we ever slept in the same bed together. The thoughts of how perfect his body seemed next to mine. Why won't these thoughts leave my mind? I need to stop thinking about him for at least a day. I need to start thinking about myself and what I really want in this life. But all my thoughts lead back to him. No matter how hard I fight it.

"Peyton! Over here!" My dad yelled as I walked off the plane. I was so busy thinking about Pete I walked right past my dad without noticing him one bit.

I turned around slowly and saw my dad. His face dropped when he saw that I had been crying, and for what looked like for hours. "Sorry dad. I wasn't paying attention." I said in a voice that you could barely hear.

My dad pulled me in for a hug. "Oh Peyton." He said in a worried voice.

The car ride home was spent in silence. Well, not complete silence. The radio was on. And of course, right after "Shake It" By Metro Station "Sugar, We're Going Down" came on. I nearly lost it. Thankfully, somehow my dad actually knew that it was a Fall Out Boy song and he switched off the radio. "Stupid station." He said under his breath.

The walk up to my room was a sad one. I kept thinking about how the last time I walked up these steps Pete was with me. And how he had to hobble up them with his crutches, and how he almost fell down them. When I entered my room everything looked the same and the feeling of home entered me. Its been such a long time since I've felt something was mine. Sure at our house in California I have things that are mine and things feel like they are mine, but this feeling, this was something I haven't felt in a long time. This truly was the only place in the world that I feel like I can totally be me and not have to worry about anything. Well, maybe not. That was a lie. I feel like that when I'm with Pete. In his arms I always feel like I'm sheltered away from the world and that the only person wanting to see me for me is right there. That feeling is almost as good as this one. Maybe even better. But right now I need to get these thoughts out of my head. Maybe I should just go to sleep. It's the only way right now that I can clear all these thoughts.

1 week later.

I stared at the blinking curser for about a hour. All I wanted to do was send him a email. One simple email telling him that I miss him, and that I want him. But the words won't form. They just won't come out. I feel like a mute. Staring at the curser blink for the millionth time I finally start typing.

Dear Pete,

I know that the "Dear Pete" thing seems like a weird thing to use, but right now it's the only thing that is really coming out. I've stared at the curser blink for about a hour. I couldn't make the words that I want to say to you come out. Everything here reminds me of you. I walked past TRIC the other night and I broke down. That whole walk home all I got was worried looks from strangers. My dad has been really worried about me. I don't really know why though. I know that I cry over everything because everything reminds me of you but he really doesn't need to worry. The only real reason for my tears are because I miss you so terribly much. I've hardly gotten any sleep because I'm not next to you. I wake up in the mornings and see the empty side of the bed and I weep. God, I love you so much. I don't think I even realized how much I love you until I got on that plane. And for the last week all I have thought about is getting ticket for L.A. so I can come back to you. But Brooke is here and stops me. She thinks that me staying home for awhile longer will be good for me. But she doesn't realize that all its doing is hurting me more because I'm not with you. And I know you're probably wondering why I'm saying all this in a email and why this isn't over the phone ore in person and the reason for that is simple; I can't bring myself to hear your voice. It'll only make me miss you more. And I would say it in person but the flight it long and I can't wait all the time without saying any of this. Pete, I'm getting on the next flight back. I know with you is where I need to be. I love you, forever and ever.

Love always,

Peyton.

I clicked on the send button and packed my bags.

8 hours later

I rushed through the front doors not even bringing my suitcases with me.

"Pete!" I screamed through-out the house.

I didn't get any answer and became worried. I made my way for the kitchen and once again broke down in tears. I found a note which said,

Peyton,

I know that you're going to come back sooner or later. But I'm not going to be here. Patrick called me the other night and Fall Out Boy had to start tour earlier than planned. But Peyton, believe me I wish I could have been home when you walked through the door. Believe me when I say that I want to kiss you so bad right now. Here is a list of out tour dates and hotels we are going to be at. If you want to catch a plane and come to me. I'm going to tell the staff at every hotel and venue I play at that you might be showing up and to believe you when you say that your Peyton. I really do hope to see you soon Baby. I miss you and love you so much.

Forever and ever yours,

Pete.

Tears rolled down my cheeks.

"I love you so much." I said as I began to re-read the note.

I hope you guys liked it. Please let me know what you think. ;)

- Brittany (Wentz)