“hey Clay…” she said simply “…is there some weird warped hole that you can come out of? Because I could really use one of those talks right about now…” she added “…it’s still hard without you here, but you probably know that…you’re still the only person I can talk to, even when you can’t say anything back…but um…I have a problem…” she said then I leaned against a tree a few feet behind her “…Ashley has asked another girl to marry her…and I know right? I mean…who does she think she is asking a young, beautiful, talented public relationist to spend the rest of her life with her, over a girl who ran away when she needed her the most…” she said then she took a deep breath and wiped away a few tears “…what do I do now Clay? Where do I go from here…” she finished then I decided that was my cue

“hey…” I said simply then she turned around

“oh…hey…” she replied “how uh…long have you been standing there?” she asked

“couple seconds…” I told her “…Aiden said he didn’t know where you were…and I figured with everything going on you would be here…”

“is that weird?” she asked then I sat down next to her in front of her brother’s grave

“is what weird?” I asked

“that I come here to talk to my dead brother?” she asked then I put my arm around her

“it’s not weird at all…” I told her “…I talk to my dad all the time, and the only thing I hate is when the pain is still there…”

“yeah…” she agreed then a tear rolled down her cheek and I wiped it away with my thumb

“don’t cry…” I told her “…I hate when you cry…” I added then I found my lips closer to hers than I had planned, and all I wanted to do was kiss her, just to let her know everything was okay

“what are we doing Ashley?” she asked right before our lips locked and I pulled away before there was a kiss

“what do you mean?”

“this…with us…” she said “…please don’t marry Brooke…” she begged resting her hand on my cheek gently “please…”

Nothing ever turns out the way you planned. Especially young love, because people refuse to believe that the person you meet when you’re in high school can’t be the one you end up with. So, I say we quit running and notice love when it catches us…because if it runs away you have to fight like hell to get it back and end up retrieving that happy future with your high school sweetheart.

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