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okay so this is my latest spir of the moment fanfic, its sort of bl. sort of. its from peytons pov. LOL a crazy sl that popped into my head while watching oth. its sorta breyton/leyton/brucas. Mehr so breyton imo.
“Good Friends can ask anything of each other. Great Friends never have to, Fragen are answered unspoken”
Ask Away
I didn’t say it, but I knew that it was what I was asking, and she knew it too.
I thought I was okay with it, but I wasn’t, I wasn’t okay with watching my best friend and my ex boyfriend fall in love. And to make matters worse Lucas wasn’t okay with it either, I didn’t want to Frage why. Is it because it adds another link to Julian my ex, is it because Brooke’s his ex, is it a friend worrying about a friend. I don’t know.
I didn’t say let him go, I didn’t say the words but I asked it without needing to, and she knew exactly what I was asking.
She did it and I thought everything would go back to normal.
But it didn’t.
It got that much crazier.
“No, Peyton, Du knew exactly what Du were asking and what I would do, Du knew. We’re not in high school anymore and my herz cannot take this anymore... I have gegeben Du everything I possibly can, and Du just take and take and take and it is killing me... That’s my heart, Peyton, that’s my herz I’m giving up”
It had hit home.
“Are Du happy? Du get everything Du want, everything I want, are Du happy that I’m left with nothing?”
There was no reply I could give to that one. No right answer.
“I didn’t Liebe him? I didn’t get a chance to! Du took that away. He might not have been that guy, Peyton, but he could have been the guy, but I’ll never know”
And it was too late to say sorry.
“… That was the last thing I ever do for you”
Everything Brooke said, everything she screamed, that stands out the most.
“… That was the last thing I ever do for you”
But it wasn’t.
Call it guilt; there was some of that, shame as well. And the need to make things right, the need to see her happy, the simple need I have for Brooke to be part of my life.
I would have done anything to get her back.
Sacrificed anything at that point to get her back, I didn’t think about it, I just did it.
Because she was right, I kept taking and I had everything we both ever wanted, where as she kept having the dream slip away.
And so I got caught up in the need to give back to Brooke, so caught up in it I didn’t see that I was dragging all of us deeper into the danger.
“I want to help Brooke; I want to do something for her”
“Like what?”
“Something she can’t do Von herself. I want her to be happy, Luke, I want her to get her dream”
“Peyton?”
“I want to give her a baby”
This is what I wanted and I fought for it.
Lucas was unsure, Brooke wasn’t interested but I knew that she wanted this, somewhere deep inside her she wanted to accept what I was offering.
But in the end she sagte yes because I asked her to, she did it for me.
But I did it for her.
“It doesn’t need to be complicated Brooke. It’s as complicated as we make it. Du have Sam, and I know Du Liebe her, but a baby, Brooke, Du have no idea what it feels like to know there is a life growing inside you. It’s amazing, and Du shouldn’t miss out on that. And this way Du know exactly what you’re getting, the baby may not have a father, but it’ll still have Lucas, and we’ll be there for you, we’ll be your family”
We had control, it’s only as complicated as we make it.
“What’s the difference between this and a faceless, nameless donor? The only difference is this baby will be made from love, our Liebe for you… let me do this for you”
oder maybe I did it for myself.
I was so happy. With Lucas and our baby, I just wanted Brooke to get a little happiness too, I wanted to give her some instead of taking it away.
At first she didn’t seem happy, a little scared. But I knew that it would all go away the moment she held her baby in her arms.
And just like that it all happened. I held Brooke’s hand as they artificially inseminated her, and I was there as she fell pregnant to a baby that would genetically be as close to my fiancé as the child resting within my own womb.
It was Brooke’s baby, our family but we all knew that the baby inside her was just hers, it had no father.
Lucas and I had our own baby, and for a while we were all happy.
My body swelled, became round with our daughter.
Anna Elizabeth Scott.
I had visions of the future, my fair blue eyed daughter being best Friends with Brooke’s dimpled equally dark little girl.
But the dream began to smash,
I thought it would bring us closer, it was meant to.
In the end I gave Brooke the one thing that drove us apart.
“Alex oder Alec?”
“What, Brooke slow down, I don’t understand you”
“I was thinking Alexander Keith Davis, but I can’t choose between Alec oder Alex”
“You’re having a boy?”
Brooke was having a son.
“Alec, I like Alec”
“Thanks, Luke, so do I”
Brooke was having Lucas’ son.
That’s when the cracks began to appear, and suddenly my plan didn’t seem so clear cut.
But it’s as complicated as we make it.
We had control.
Until I Lost it.
The control and my daughter.
“We can have Mehr Babys Peyton, lots of beautiful babies, with curly hair the same shade as their mothers”
“And their daddy’s eyes”
“Yeah”
“But I wanted this baby, Lucas, I want our baby girl back”
“So do I, so do I”
I felt empty.
And there Brooke was growing bigger and bigger, her son safe, sicher within her, she grew bigger than I ever got a chance to. And I watched as it happened, I watched empty as she grew fuller, and I had to watch Lucas’ eyes light up every time he saw Brooke and her belly, I saw the way he tried to hide the bliss when he felt their baby kick.
It all changed.
In my mind Brooke’s baby became their baby, their son, every look, touch and word had another meaning. I was caught up in thoughts I didn’t want to think, no matter how crazy they were I believed them.
“What am I meant to do? Du wanted this, Peyton, not me. I did this for you. It’s not my fault our baby died and it’s not my fault Brooke’s didn’t. I’m trying to do the best I can, but everything I do seems to be the wrong thing”
It was fight after fight, and as the months went Von I pushed them further away.
And as I pushed them further away from me they grew closer to each other, the closer they became, the further I pushed. Until we were all in so deep we were lost.
“I Liebe her Brooke, but I feel like I’m holding onto us for her not for me, and I keep trying to get her to believe the words I say but somewhere along the way I stopped believing in them myself”
“It will get better, Luke, she loves you, Du Liebe her, and that’s all that matters”
“I’ll always Liebe her…but I don’t know if we’re in Liebe anymore”
It hurt to overhear those words.
But after that I couldn’t help but Frage it myself.
“I can’t do this anymore”
“Peyton?”
“We’re destroying each other, Luke, and I’m not sure I like who oder what we are anymore. I can’t breathe. I can’t think straight”
“I Liebe you”
“I know Du do…”
“I can’t loose Du too”
And for a while it got a little better, for a while I pushed it all to the back of my mind and forced myself to stay.
But it just started all over again.
The thoughts, the fights and the accusation.
And all that pain.
I started to wonder all the time if he was thinking about her and not me, if he was with me but wanted to be with her.
Every time he was silent oder thoughtful the doubts crept in.
And when Brooke gave birth to a healthy baby boy, Alexander Keith Davis, seven pounds of bouncing baby boy, my doubts doubled.
Alec was Brooke’s pride and joy, Nathan and Haley adored him, Jamie loved him, Sam spoilt him, and Lucas and I were on the sidelines.
I wanted to be there, and I never believed he did.
“Why won’t Du tell me where Du were?”
“Because Du will read too much into it”
“You were with them, weren’t you?”
“Peyton-”
“JUST TELL ME!”
“Alec’s sick, I was just dropping off some medicine”
“Why do Du even bother coming home?”
“I come Home to you. I always come Home to you. I’ve seen Brooke and Alec four times since he was born, four times in three months; I am always home”
But I never felt like he wanted to be here, I felt like he always was thinking of them.
It ate away at me, at us.
“Why won’t Du trust me when I say my herz is with you?”
But I kept hearing his other words that he spoke to her.
“I Liebe her Brooke, but I feel like I’m holding onto us for her not for me, and I keep trying to get her to believe the words I say but somewhere along the way I stopped believing in them myself… I’ll always Liebe her…but I don’t know if we’re in Liebe anymore”
The fighting stopped.
But so did the talking and the touching.
It came to the point where we were two strangers living and moving together, but we both stayed, habit I suppose.
Love, I suppose.
Du know it’s bad when Du have to suppose its love.
Neither one of us were ever really willing to let go, and when I was alone in taht dark house I alaways wondered what exactly we're holding onto.
It can’t possibly be what we are.
I came up with two choices, we were holding onto either what we use to be oder what we dreamed we could be.
And I figure both are Lost now.
For so long I thought it was as complicated as we made it, and I did make it complicated, which made it that much worse.
But it’s really as complicated as it just is.
Complicated is teh relationships between us.
Complicated is the loss of a child.
Complicated is not being a father when Du are.
Complicated is being a father when you’re not.
Complicated is the dream of our children.
Curly hair the same shade as their mother’s, eyes like their daddy’s.
Just like Alec.
They got the dream.
It is Christmas, the Sekunde since Alec’s birth, and I sit on the chair watching the Scott family. My family oder what is meant to be my family.
Nathan and Haley are Von the baum with their children, smiling and laughing. Lucas is on the other side.
I watch as Lucas instinctively picks Alec up so he can reach up to put his blue star, sterne on the baum and Brooke comes to help, her head falling back in laughter as her son does the same. I watch as Brooke and Luke's eyes connect.
The doubts are no longer there, it’s just all so empty, all so complicated, all so buried and entangled that the doubts have become so much Mehr than what they use to be, but at the same time they are such a big part of everything that I no longer feel enough to to care.
Lucas is smiling; I try to remember the last time I made him smile.
oder the last time he made me smile.
And my mind is goes blank.
None of us say it, and I don’t think any of them even think it.
Brooke doesn’t need to ask me to let go and she never will, she won’t think to ask me oder not ask me, and even if she wants me to let go she'll never admit it to anyone, not even herself.
But a long time Vor I started to think about what I was holding onto and now I’m finally just going to let go for all our sakes.
Somewhere along the way I Lost it all, and Brooke picked it up.
Are Du happy? Du get everything Du want, everything I want, are Du happy that I’m left with nothing?
I don’t think Du are.
But we all Lost control a long time Vor and now its too late. Du just have it, so Take it, Brooke, maybe this will be the last thing Du can ever do for me, after all it’s the only thing I’ve ever gegeben you.
okay so this is my latest spir of the moment fanfic, its sort of bl. sort of. its from peytons pov. LOL a crazy sl that popped into my head while watching oth. its sorta breyton/leyton/brucas. Mehr so breyton imo.
“Good Friends can ask anything of each other. Great Friends never have to, Fragen are answered unspoken”
Ask Away
I didn’t say it, but I knew that it was what I was asking, and she knew it too.
I thought I was okay with it, but I wasn’t, I wasn’t okay with watching my best friend and my ex boyfriend fall in love. And to make matters worse Lucas wasn’t okay with it either, I didn’t want to Frage why. Is it because it adds another link to Julian my ex, is it because Brooke’s his ex, is it a friend worrying about a friend. I don’t know.
I didn’t say let him go, I didn’t say the words but I asked it without needing to, and she knew exactly what I was asking.
She did it and I thought everything would go back to normal.
But it didn’t.
It got that much crazier.
“No, Peyton, Du knew exactly what Du were asking and what I would do, Du knew. We’re not in high school anymore and my herz cannot take this anymore... I have gegeben Du everything I possibly can, and Du just take and take and take and it is killing me... That’s my heart, Peyton, that’s my herz I’m giving up”
It had hit home.
“Are Du happy? Du get everything Du want, everything I want, are Du happy that I’m left with nothing?”
There was no reply I could give to that one. No right answer.
“I didn’t Liebe him? I didn’t get a chance to! Du took that away. He might not have been that guy, Peyton, but he could have been the guy, but I’ll never know”
And it was too late to say sorry.
“… That was the last thing I ever do for you”
Everything Brooke said, everything she screamed, that stands out the most.
“… That was the last thing I ever do for you”
But it wasn’t.
Call it guilt; there was some of that, shame as well. And the need to make things right, the need to see her happy, the simple need I have for Brooke to be part of my life.
I would have done anything to get her back.
Sacrificed anything at that point to get her back, I didn’t think about it, I just did it.
Because she was right, I kept taking and I had everything we both ever wanted, where as she kept having the dream slip away.
And so I got caught up in the need to give back to Brooke, so caught up in it I didn’t see that I was dragging all of us deeper into the danger.
“I want to help Brooke; I want to do something for her”
“Like what?”
“Something she can’t do Von herself. I want her to be happy, Luke, I want her to get her dream”
“Peyton?”
“I want to give her a baby”
This is what I wanted and I fought for it.
Lucas was unsure, Brooke wasn’t interested but I knew that she wanted this, somewhere deep inside her she wanted to accept what I was offering.
But in the end she sagte yes because I asked her to, she did it for me.
But I did it for her.
“It doesn’t need to be complicated Brooke. It’s as complicated as we make it. Du have Sam, and I know Du Liebe her, but a baby, Brooke, Du have no idea what it feels like to know there is a life growing inside you. It’s amazing, and Du shouldn’t miss out on that. And this way Du know exactly what you’re getting, the baby may not have a father, but it’ll still have Lucas, and we’ll be there for you, we’ll be your family”
We had control, it’s only as complicated as we make it.
“What’s the difference between this and a faceless, nameless donor? The only difference is this baby will be made from love, our Liebe for you… let me do this for you”
oder maybe I did it for myself.
I was so happy. With Lucas and our baby, I just wanted Brooke to get a little happiness too, I wanted to give her some instead of taking it away.
At first she didn’t seem happy, a little scared. But I knew that it would all go away the moment she held her baby in her arms.
And just like that it all happened. I held Brooke’s hand as they artificially inseminated her, and I was there as she fell pregnant to a baby that would genetically be as close to my fiancé as the child resting within my own womb.
It was Brooke’s baby, our family but we all knew that the baby inside her was just hers, it had no father.
Lucas and I had our own baby, and for a while we were all happy.
My body swelled, became round with our daughter.
Anna Elizabeth Scott.
I had visions of the future, my fair blue eyed daughter being best Friends with Brooke’s dimpled equally dark little girl.
But the dream began to smash,
I thought it would bring us closer, it was meant to.
In the end I gave Brooke the one thing that drove us apart.
“Alex oder Alec?”
“What, Brooke slow down, I don’t understand you”
“I was thinking Alexander Keith Davis, but I can’t choose between Alec oder Alex”
“You’re having a boy?”
Brooke was having a son.
“Alec, I like Alec”
“Thanks, Luke, so do I”
Brooke was having Lucas’ son.
That’s when the cracks began to appear, and suddenly my plan didn’t seem so clear cut.
But it’s as complicated as we make it.
We had control.
Until I Lost it.
The control and my daughter.
“We can have Mehr Babys Peyton, lots of beautiful babies, with curly hair the same shade as their mothers”
“And their daddy’s eyes”
“Yeah”
“But I wanted this baby, Lucas, I want our baby girl back”
“So do I, so do I”
I felt empty.
And there Brooke was growing bigger and bigger, her son safe, sicher within her, she grew bigger than I ever got a chance to. And I watched as it happened, I watched empty as she grew fuller, and I had to watch Lucas’ eyes light up every time he saw Brooke and her belly, I saw the way he tried to hide the bliss when he felt their baby kick.
It all changed.
In my mind Brooke’s baby became their baby, their son, every look, touch and word had another meaning. I was caught up in thoughts I didn’t want to think, no matter how crazy they were I believed them.
“What am I meant to do? Du wanted this, Peyton, not me. I did this for you. It’s not my fault our baby died and it’s not my fault Brooke’s didn’t. I’m trying to do the best I can, but everything I do seems to be the wrong thing”
It was fight after fight, and as the months went Von I pushed them further away.
And as I pushed them further away from me they grew closer to each other, the closer they became, the further I pushed. Until we were all in so deep we were lost.
“I Liebe her Brooke, but I feel like I’m holding onto us for her not for me, and I keep trying to get her to believe the words I say but somewhere along the way I stopped believing in them myself”
“It will get better, Luke, she loves you, Du Liebe her, and that’s all that matters”
“I’ll always Liebe her…but I don’t know if we’re in Liebe anymore”
It hurt to overhear those words.
But after that I couldn’t help but Frage it myself.
“I can’t do this anymore”
“Peyton?”
“We’re destroying each other, Luke, and I’m not sure I like who oder what we are anymore. I can’t breathe. I can’t think straight”
“I Liebe you”
“I know Du do…”
“I can’t loose Du too”
And for a while it got a little better, for a while I pushed it all to the back of my mind and forced myself to stay.
But it just started all over again.
The thoughts, the fights and the accusation.
And all that pain.
I started to wonder all the time if he was thinking about her and not me, if he was with me but wanted to be with her.
Every time he was silent oder thoughtful the doubts crept in.
And when Brooke gave birth to a healthy baby boy, Alexander Keith Davis, seven pounds of bouncing baby boy, my doubts doubled.
Alec was Brooke’s pride and joy, Nathan and Haley adored him, Jamie loved him, Sam spoilt him, and Lucas and I were on the sidelines.
I wanted to be there, and I never believed he did.
“Why won’t Du tell me where Du were?”
“Because Du will read too much into it”
“You were with them, weren’t you?”
“Peyton-”
“JUST TELL ME!”
“Alec’s sick, I was just dropping off some medicine”
“Why do Du even bother coming home?”
“I come Home to you. I always come Home to you. I’ve seen Brooke and Alec four times since he was born, four times in three months; I am always home”
But I never felt like he wanted to be here, I felt like he always was thinking of them.
It ate away at me, at us.
“Why won’t Du trust me when I say my herz is with you?”
But I kept hearing his other words that he spoke to her.
“I Liebe her Brooke, but I feel like I’m holding onto us for her not for me, and I keep trying to get her to believe the words I say but somewhere along the way I stopped believing in them myself… I’ll always Liebe her…but I don’t know if we’re in Liebe anymore”
The fighting stopped.
But so did the talking and the touching.
It came to the point where we were two strangers living and moving together, but we both stayed, habit I suppose.
Love, I suppose.
Du know it’s bad when Du have to suppose its love.
Neither one of us were ever really willing to let go, and when I was alone in taht dark house I alaways wondered what exactly we're holding onto.
It can’t possibly be what we are.
I came up with two choices, we were holding onto either what we use to be oder what we dreamed we could be.
And I figure both are Lost now.
For so long I thought it was as complicated as we made it, and I did make it complicated, which made it that much worse.
But it’s really as complicated as it just is.
Complicated is teh relationships between us.
Complicated is the loss of a child.
Complicated is not being a father when Du are.
Complicated is being a father when you’re not.
Complicated is the dream of our children.
Curly hair the same shade as their mother’s, eyes like their daddy’s.
Just like Alec.
They got the dream.
It is Christmas, the Sekunde since Alec’s birth, and I sit on the chair watching the Scott family. My family oder what is meant to be my family.
Nathan and Haley are Von the baum with their children, smiling and laughing. Lucas is on the other side.
I watch as Lucas instinctively picks Alec up so he can reach up to put his blue star, sterne on the baum and Brooke comes to help, her head falling back in laughter as her son does the same. I watch as Brooke and Luke's eyes connect.
The doubts are no longer there, it’s just all so empty, all so complicated, all so buried and entangled that the doubts have become so much Mehr than what they use to be, but at the same time they are such a big part of everything that I no longer feel enough to to care.
Lucas is smiling; I try to remember the last time I made him smile.
oder the last time he made me smile.
And my mind is goes blank.
None of us say it, and I don’t think any of them even think it.
Brooke doesn’t need to ask me to let go and she never will, she won’t think to ask me oder not ask me, and even if she wants me to let go she'll never admit it to anyone, not even herself.
But a long time Vor I started to think about what I was holding onto and now I’m finally just going to let go for all our sakes.
Somewhere along the way I Lost it all, and Brooke picked it up.
Are Du happy? Du get everything Du want, everything I want, are Du happy that I’m left with nothing?
I don’t think Du are.
But we all Lost control a long time Vor and now its too late. Du just have it, so Take it, Brooke, maybe this will be the last thing Du can ever do for me, after all it’s the only thing I’ve ever gegeben you.
