Stand in the Rain

A.N. So…watched Remember Me. For lack of a better term, I was left speechless. Seriously…it was one of the best movies I think I've ever seen. And not just because Rob looked like sex on a stick in it. Which he did. But the movie was really good, too. Anyway…the entire reason for that note was that I have unashamedly stolen a scene from that movie, and shaped it to fit this story. Because, honestly, it would have been so much hotter if it was between Rob and Sophia. Really.

Thanks to everyone for not giving up on this story! Sorry for the delay!

Disclaimer: As always…I own nothing. Curses.

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"You're not coming back, are you?"

Brooke opened her eyes in her darkened bedroom, turning her head to take in her friend's crestfallen profile next to her. The moonlight slipping between her blinds cast a shine over Peyton's face, and her blue eyes were turned towards her.

Brooke shrugged, turning back to gaze at the ceiling. "I don't think so, Peyton," she whispered, her fingers pulling a loose thread in her quilt. She felt the blonde next to her sigh. "I'm sorry…I just…I need to see if I can make it work here." Her statement was met with silence, and she sighed, closing her eyes. "Peyton…you have no idea how much I miss you. And Haley and Nathan. Mouth…I mean…you guys are my family. But Forks…as completely insane as it may sound…this place just…FEELS like home. You know?"

Peyton chuckled. "And it has absolutely nothing to do Edward?"

At the mention of his name, Brooke couldn't stop the smile that crept across her face, and from her friend's laughter, she knew it wasn't hidden in the darkness. "Maybe it has EVERYTHING to do with Edward," she whispered, staring at the ceiling. "Well, not just Edward. Alice and Esme and Carlisle…and Emmett, Peyton, you would like him." Peyton nodded next to her, silent. "The last few of months have just been so overwhelmingly crazy. My mind hasn't kept still in what seems like forever. It's like I was always thinking and worrying and just TRYING so hard to be everything that everyone needed me to be. And for the first time in I don't know how long…it's like I don't have to be." She sighed, shrugging. "I've just never felt this…safe…before, Peyton. Can you understand that?"

Staring at the ceiling, Peyton listened as her friend spoke softly about the life she'd built in this tiny rainy town, and she couldn't help the sting of tears that plagued her as her speech continued.

Could she understand how one person could make you feel safer than anything? How just being around someone could make the noise in your head quiet down to a silent whisper, making that peaceful feeling finally in reach?

She could.

And the sting of tears just reminded her of that fact.

"Yeah," she said softly, turning to look at Brooke. "Yeah, I can understand that."

Brooke looked at her, her hazel eyes imploring her to see what she was trying to say. "I don't want to lose that," she whispered, unshed tears shining in her eyes. "The feeling that I finally belong somewhere; that I'm finally where I'm supposed to be…"

Peyton nodded, letting out a slow breath. "Maybe you are," she said, leaning up on her elbow and resting her head in her hand. "I mean, come on, everybody knew you weren't meant for Tree Hill. Some rinky-dink town in North Carolina is nowhere for Brooke Davis. Though some rinky-dink town in Washington might not be much better…" She laughed as Brooke smiled, and she shrugged. "But who knows. Maybe Forks is it. I do know, though, that I've never seen you so animated than when you were telling me about Edward. I mean, if this guy can just swoop in and suddenly turn you back into the Brooke Penelope Davis that I knew when we were nine…who knows, you know? Maybe it took something as devastating as the shooting to show all of us where we belong."

Letting out a small sigh of relief, Brooke smiled softly at her friend, incredibly overjoyed at the fact that, like when they were little, Peyton could so easily see her side of things and come to much of the same conclusion that she did.

Peyton saw the look on her friend's face, and she smiled. "You're still my best friend, Brooke Davis," she said. "No matter who far away you are."

Brooke nodded, closing her eyes, and smiled back. "You too, P. Sawyer."

And as the night drifted on, Brooke Davis fell into a peaceful sleep, knowing that her fear of losing her best friend had been foolish.

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The ride to Port Angeles and the airport hadn't been a somber occasion, as Brooke had anticipated.

She and Peyton had woke up early, the blonde rolling her eyes when she repeated her promise to her father that she'd be back in Tree Hill in time for school on Monday. They'd ridden the long car ride with smiles on their faces, each taking a turn flipping the dial to the radio, playing the familiar game of asking a question and listening for the song that would be the answer.

When Peyton had asked what awaited her at Tree Hill High the next day, they had laughed when the lyrics to Just Another Day in Paradise poured from the speakers.

At the question as to what was happening between her and Edward, Brooke's face had broke into a grin that could only be described as "goofy," when Taylor Swift's voice had sang out "This love is difficult, but it's real."

Between laugher and jokes and unhindered teasing, the car ride went by much quicker than either had anticipated, and before they knew it, they were hugging at the departure gate.

"So, I'll spread the word you're alive," Peyton laughed, pulling back and quickly swiping at the tears that were shining in her eyes.

Brooke nodded, smiling, and pointed an accusatory finger at her. "Don't start crying, P. Sawyer," she warned, laughing. "You start and then I start and all hell breaks loose."

The blonde nodded, shaking her head. "Yeah, yeah," she said, smiling. She sighed, shifting her duffel bag on her shoulder as she tightened her grip on the cane at her side. "Things are going to be okay, Brooke. You know?" When the brunette arched an inquisitive eyebrow at her, she shrugged. "With you, here. Everything with Edward and Forks…and us. It'll all be okay."

Brooke smiled, crossing her arms over her chest. "Yeah, they will," she said softly. She glanced over her friend's shoulder at the decreasing line of passengers, and nodded. "You'd better get going." At her friend's delayed nod, she bit her lip when she felt the tears reemerging. "I love you, P. Sawyer." She smiled, reaching out and pulling the blonde into another hug. "Talk to him," she whispered softly. "I mean it, Peyton. He's always loved you…now help him see that."

Peyton shut her eyes as her friend spoke softly, laughing. "Good God, I've got to meet this Edward guy," she said, pulling back and swiping at a stray tear. "He's broken the twisted Brooke-Lucas-Peyton triangle in a matter of months." Brooke laughed, nodding. She sighed, tilting her head. "We're going to be okay."

Brooke smiled, nodding again. "Yeah," she said quietly. "Yeah, we are."

They shared a smile before a voice over the PA announced the last boarding call to Charlotte, North Carolina. Peyton sighed, slinging her carry-on bag over her shoulder as she tightened her grip on the cane. She lifted her hand in a farewell wave, taking a few small steps backwards.

Brooke returned the wave, her free hand sliding into the back pocket of her jeans, and watched as the blonde turned and made her way to the gate, handing her ticket to the attendant.

With one last look over her shoulder--a nod and a wave--Peyton Sawyer disappeared into the terminal.

Brooke let out a small sigh, shifting on her feet slightly in the busy airport. She turned on her heel and strode to the large, streak less window that overlooked the runway. She had no idea which plane Peyton was on. And she didn't know why she hadn't headed back out into the rainy environment outside the airport. But she stood at that window and waited until every plane had departed and disappeared into the sky.

Then she finally let herself cry.

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"I'm fine," Brooke said for the fourth time in the last half hour.

She across the kitchen at Edward as he leaned his elbows against the kitchen counter, his pale, flawless face peering over at her with an intensity that made her heart thunder.

He'd asked if she was alright from the moment she'd gotten home to find him waiting at her door, and even though she'd pushed that she was fine, she'd let him envelop her in his strong arms and lull her into a strange sense of calm.

And she was fine, she told herself. She and Peyton had mended their broken friendship--had it ever really been broken? Maybe cracked a bit, but broken? She supposed it didn't matter now. Her best friend knew that she wasn't planning on going back to Tree Hill. She knew that she'd closed the book on that part of her life--at least the place. The people….no, the people she would never be able to close the door on. But the girl she was in that small, basketball-loving town was now a chapter that she felt she could put squarely behind her.

She looked over at Edward again, and sighed.

Now if she could just get him to believe that.

"Edward, really. I'm fine." She turned away from the sink, dropping her unwashed plate of spaghetti leftovers into the soapy water, and spread her arms out at her sides. "See? No bruises or cuts from crazy, cat-fight encounters. Peyton and I just talked things though--which, by the way, you encouraged, if I remember correctly."

His eyebrow merely arched slightly at her teasing tone, his face still impassive as he looked at her.

She sighed. "Okay, so maybe I'm a little wound up, but if you had half in inkling of the kind of history that exists between me and Peyton…" She swiped at her bangs, shrugging. "I just expected the whole thing to happen over the phone. You know, that's easier. You don't have to deal with the faces and the tears and the…everything that goes along with talking face-to-face. So maybe it was a just a bit more taxing than what I was expecting, but I am okay. Peyton and I both expressed the feelings that we'd kind of been holding back with, and now we're right as rain." She frowned. "Whatever that means."

Edward's lips twitched up into a smile.

"So…you can stop doing the whole 'hovering, overprotective boyfriend' thing. Because Brooke Davis is good. Brooke Davis is better than good. She is guiltless."

Still, Edward remained silent.

"What? What's with the whole silence thing? Is it part of the whole vampire thing? Like, 'I'll keep quiet because even though I'm convinced you're telling the truth, really you're lying?' Because, newsflash--I am telling the truth. Seriously."

Edward simply stood there, his face betraying just how much amusement he was experiencing at her tirade, and she glared at him, crossing her arms over her chest as she took two slow steps towards him.

"Fine," she said, smirking. "Fine, you're a big, bad ass vampire, being all silent and brooding and creepy. Just like in the movies. But…you know what they don't show happening in those movies, Mr. Cullen?"

She stopped next to him, looking up into his pale face and seeing his brow furrow in confusion, and she smiled, enjoying the fact that he couldn't read her mind. She reached to the stove next to her, grabbing the handles on the large cooking pot that sat on the long-cooled burner. With a grin, she tossed the now lukewarm water at Edward, shutting her eyes as a few droplets back-splashed onto her.

Silence followed, and she opened her eyes, chuckling softly as she replaced the pot on the burner.

Edward stood in the same position, his elbows on the counter behind him. His bronze hair was now matted to his head, water droplets glistening from the ends and trailing down his sculpted face. Stray bits of limp noodles adorned his shoulders and even his hair. His gray t-shirt was now damp along the torso, clinging to his muscled chest slightly.

Brooke took a step back, raising a hand to her mouth the smother the giggles that she just couldn't stop now.

His topaz eyes were wide with shock as he stared at her, which only made her laugh harder.

Suddenly, his face broke into a grin, and before she could blink she found herself hoisted over his shoulder. She shrieked, laughing, and kicked her feet when he started a path down the hall.

"Edward! Put me down, you freak!"

He laughed, shaking his head, and continued down the hallway, her half-hearted slaps to his back and shoulders going unheeded as he pushed open her bedroom door and headed towards the bathroom. Carefully, he swung her into the bathtub and turned on the shower head in one quick movement, aiming the flow of water directly at her. She shrieked, her hands reaching up to wrap around his around the handle, and he couldn't help but laugh at the look on her face.

"No," Brooke laughed, bracing her feet against the slippery ceramic of the bathtub as she fought a losing battle against the vampire for control over the shower head. She swiped at the mess of damp hair that now hung around her face, and she stepped closer to him the small tub. She kicked her eyebrow when a thought occurred to her, and she stared at him, smiling. She could see his eyes narrow in suspicion, and she stepped closer, pressing her body against his gently. She let her fingers trail along the bones of his wrist, and heard his sharp intake of breath. Feeling his grip weaken, she grinned and turned the nozzle in his direction, laughing with the spray of water him in directly in the face.

"Say uncle!" she cried, tearing the "weapon" from his hands and turning the spray up to a higher frequency. She watched as a wide smile spread across his face, the realization that his plan had backfired in every way possible, and she grinned.

He shook his head, his hair matted to his forehead. "Uncle," he said, holding up his hands.

Brooke took a step towards him, the nozzle still leveled at his face, amazed at how he could speak and look at her despite the flow of water. "Say 'Brooke is queen,'" she said, kicking her eyebrow at him again.

He laughed. "Brooke is queen," he repeated, finding himself taking a small step towards her in the enclosed space.

Brooke felt her breathing catch as she looked up into his face, and she fought to keep her hands steady as she took a step closer to him, her head tilting up to stare into his eyes. She let the nozzle drop slightly so it splashed against the wall next to them, and she felt his cold hands tracing their way up her arms, leaving a trial of goosebumps as they went. She shuddered, watching the water drip off his perfect face even as she felt it fall off her own. She leaned her face up towards his. "Tell me you love me," she whispered, searching the entirety of his face for a reaction.

She watched as his eyes seemed to soften, even as they appeared so much more conflicted than she'd ever seen them before. She froze, suddenly afraid. Had she just spoiled everything? She hadn't meant to say that, not really. She'd known for awhile now that, beyond a doubt, she was madly in love with Edward Cullen. It was just a fact that she'd accepted. And, of course, she'd hoped that the feeling was mutual. But the way he was looking at her, as if she'd just asked him to commit some horrible, terrible act…

He tilted his head down, pressing his forehead against hers as he looked into her eyes. "I love you," he said softly, tracing her cheek with the back of his hand as he spoke.

Brooke blinked, taken aback slightly, and looked up at him, feeling the shower head slip from her grasp and fall the floor with a resonating thump. She stood up on her the tips of her toes, crushing her lips to his without warning, and she felt his arms wrap tightly around her waist to keep her from slipping on the damp floor. She clung to him, their wet body and clothes forgotten as she repeated the words he'd just spoken in her head.

I love you. I love you.

Gasping for breath, she broke the kiss, pressing her forehead against his again. She smiled, feeling his fingers tracing pattern on her back. "I love you, too," she whispered.

She felt him nod, and then his lips met hers again, more gentle and subdued--a kiss of love and adoration.

The kind of kiss she'd waited 18 years to get.

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One word: FLUFF!!

So yeah…that scene was one of my favorites from Remember Me, and after I saw it, I just knew that I had to Bredward it as much as I could. So…hopefully, for those of you who have seen it, I did it justice. And for those of you who haven't…well….now you've got a Brooke/Edward moment to cherish!

Let me know what you lovely reviewers think! I promise to not wait so long before the next update…especially since the happy little bubble our two lovebirds are in at the moment may not last all that long….

Dun-dun-dun!!

Let me know what you guys thought! Until next time, my dears!