A/N: WOW! I uploaded this story about eighteen hours ago; no, not even that, and there is already seven reviews! Not only that, I can't even begin to count how many people have favourited and/or put this story, and even me, as an author on their alert list. I feel so special :D
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Sam really hoped that he would show. He sounded really unsure on the phone, so she was really nervous as she rounded the corner at a quick pace, for her, with her hands in her pocket, trying to get to the café as soon as possible.
She remembered last night when Brooke had told her what had happened. She was sad, and worried too, and she could tell Brooke was positive it was the end. She wasn't so sure, however. It wasn't like him to just give up without a fight. Hell, she'd heard him say, "I'll fight for you," a million times over! If he was just using this movie cancellation just as a way out, it looked like a grown man would be getting his ass kicked by a teenager today.
But Sam really doubted that would happen. She didn't mean her not being able to kick Julian's ass; she could see her being able to take him down. But she didn't see him just leaving like that; he must have something up his sleeve. But why would he put Brooke through all that pain that Sam knew she had went through? She'd have to punch him at least once for that one.
She really hoped for Brooke's sake that Julian wasn't going to be like that. Sam had gone to bed a little bit after Brooke, and she had stayed up all night. It wasn't the sobbing coming from the room of the woman that had taken on the role of her mom in the past few months, but she was really just thinking. It seemed she always had to be the problem solver around here. She had to talk to him, to find out what his deal was, and tell him what her brain had conjured up during the night.
She peered in the window of the café to see if he was there. If he wasn't, she was just going to walk right past and go and spend some valuable time with Jack. She wasn't going to wait around at a booth for Julian to come. She had told him 6:15am, and if he wasn't there, then so be it.
But he was there, sitting at what seemed to be the only booth he ever sat in, coffee in hand, tapping at the cup with his fingers, with an expression both thoughtful and sad on his face. Sam took a deep breath and reached for the door, pushing it open with the lightest force, completely worried about what would happen next.
The bells above the door signified her entrance. It seemed, like it always did, that everyone in the café turned to look toward the door as she walked in. Well, almost everyone. Julian was looking down into his coffee, spinning his metal spoon round and round in the cup, as if he saw something inside it that wasn't there. Sam breathed in, and out, again, and this time a number of wonderful aromas coming from the kitchen made their appearance. She was hungry. If it was any other time, if she was there for any other reason, she would've practically ran right to one of the seats by the counter and order some delicious food. The idea of getting food made her mouth nearly water, but she shook her head. There was something she had to do first.
She slowly made her way to the corner of the café; the last booth; the one Julian was in.
She slid into the seat across from him, and didn't talk. She was about to say something when a waitress came by and asked her if she would like anything. She was both relieved and annoyed. She ordered, and as the waitress left, she tried again, starting off more hostel than she had planned.
"What the hell is wrong with you? Do you even know what Brooke is going through? I thought you would 'fight for her'? What happened to that?" Sam's hands met with the table with a force, and she practically yelled the last word, but was still really keeping her voice at a very low volume. She breathed deeply a few times, trying to calm herself down. She leaned back into the seat and crossed her arms, putting a grimace on her face as she looked up to stare Julian in the face for the first time.
Her expression soon became a weak shadow of his. She couldn't help but feel bad for him. The look on his face … well there were really no words for it. No one should ever look that sad, that, that dejected. No, that wasn't the word. He looked like he had just lost his world, and Sam hoped, really hoped, that this was the case.
She didn't mean it the way it would seem to most people though, she just meant that she hoped that Brooke really did mean the world to him, was his world. And she wanted to help him get his world back.
After she had actually looked at his face, and that he obviously noticed that she did, and saw the pain he was trying really hard to hide from the world, he looked down again, staring into his empty coffee cup, and Sam heard him mumble only a few words in a broken voice, that was probably just a weak echo of the sobs that wanted to break free of his chest. His words sounded like they were just to himself, and she didn't know for sure, maybe they were. "She's a runner, and I don't think she wants to be caught."
His words caught her off guard; they weren't what she was expecting. She didn't know exactly what he meant either. Was he talking in his cryptic little way that he usually did with Brooke? Saying something that could be said so simply, but changing the words to make it seem insightful? Sam didn't know, but she wanted to. Very softly, trying to make her voice as different from before, she said, "What? What do you mean, Julian? She's a runner?"
She heard him sigh, and he slowly looked up at her and she could see that his eyes were red, and very puffy. "Look, it's … just, never mind. It's over now, anyway." He said the words, but even Sam could tell that as he said them he truly didn't believe them. "Why did you call me down here, Samson?"
Sam felt her lips pull up a bit at the corners. Using his nickname for her, as much as she hated it, it was a good sign. Sam took in a deep breath, wanting to get out her idea as quick as possible. She wasn't sure if he would hear it all, but hopefully he did. "Julian, Brooke told me what happened last night, which you probably already guessed. Sure, at first I was pissed at you, probably the thought of strangling you came into my mind for a second or two, but I thought that this wasn't like you. You wouldn't just give up. You wouldn't use the movie cancellation as an excuse. Brooke told me you accused her of hiding behind me. I'll admit, that is true, but it seems to me that you're doing the exact same thing with the cancellation. I think they call that a hypocrite. I was up all night, not because of Brooke crying all night, which I heard from across the room, but I was trying to figure out what you were and are planning –"
Julian cut her off there, interrupting her, his voice sounding a little bit clearer, but still hoarse, and not as morose, but more anxious. "Brooke was crying all night?"
Sam rolled her eyes. "Well, duh. What do you think? You'd leave and she'd call up Peyton and Haley to have a 'Julian's leaving, woo hoo' party? You know her better than that."
He shook his head. "No, I didn't think she'd be happy. But I didn't think she'd care that much. She definitely hasn't shown it in the past few days. I was trying, Sam, really hard, you know that, but I just think she doesn't want me to try."
"Julian, for a mathlete turned movie producer, you sure are dense sometimes. She may not love you, not yet, but that doesn't mean she doesn't care. You know that. She's just scared, and you know that too. So I shouldn't have to repeat her words back to you. Now I can tell you have some idea brewing in your mind, and if you don't tell me, I'm going to set mine into action, whether you like it or not."
For the first time, Julian's face showed an emotion not related to sadness; well other than anxiety. He sent Sam a glare from across the table; he hated her sarcastic stubbornness, and her dry humour, but when he thought about it, that was like hating himself. The two were so alike, so he might as well just tell her because since they had so much in common, and they both knew Brooke so well, Sam could give him some advice. "Fine. I'll tell you. But only because you're so damn annoying." As he said this, the grimace soon left his face, an anticipation-like emotion taking its place. "When I first went to the house last night, my original plan, hell, I didn't have a plan. I was hoping she would ask me to stay, but she obviously didn't. So I just decided that that would be it. As I was about to walk out the door and I turned around and I saw her face, and then I left, I was fighting with all my strength the overwhelming feeling that grew stronger by the second, that was yelling at me to go back. I went back to the hotel and just lay on the bed staring at the ceiling, thinking of what to do. I decided that I have to see her again, to give us another chance. I'm going to ask her to come with me, Sam." Sam's face fell at this, wondering what would happen with her. Julian must've noticed this too, as he quickly made his works okay. "You too, Samson, obviously. But, as I was saying, I don't want to live without her. I want to be a family. I love her too much to lose her for any amount of time. If only one night was horrible for the both of us, I can't imagine what the future would be like. But I am glad you asked me here, Sam. I want to ask you if it's okay, if you wouldn't mind. I know you have your own life here, and I don't want you to give it up if you don't want to, so –"
Sam scoffed, which took Julian off guard. "Julian, Brooke's been there for me, she helped me more than I can imagine, more than I ever thought she would. You've been useful too … I guess." Sam smiled, and she thought she saw a hint of a smirk on his face. "But obviously it's okay! You know I'm interested in the film business, and I can come back and see everyone every once in a while. And there's schools in LA, and that way I don't have to deal with Principal Buttkiss anymore. So … are you going to ask her to marry you?"
Julian blinked, shocked. He leaned back into his seat, as if the words were a knife, and Sam was holding the blade right to his face. "What? No! I told you her reaction when I told her I loved her, and even though she knows she can't do anything about me saying it anymore, it still freaked the hell out of her. It's what put us in a crossroads and let us to this hopefully temporary separation." He sighed. "I'd only ask her that if she were to ever tell me she loved me." Sam saw something in his eye, a gleam?
"You already have a ring, don't you?" Sam questioned, raising one of her eyebrows.
This made Julian laugh, which surprised them both. "Maybe," he chuckled, smiling. "Okay, yeah. But that's just because I think she does love me, or is on the right track. Well that's only if she'll go with me to LA."
Sam just sat there smiling at him, lost in a million thoughts of what the future could be; she saw Brooke, and Julian, on top of the apartment building they lived in. They were taking in the view as Sam ran up the stairs with a little boy on her tail. It wasn't Jamie, Sam could only guess it would be Brooke and Julian's future child; just Sam's luck, she'd get a little brother. Well if he was like Jamie, then he was okay. The two of them ran up, the little boy, whom Sam imagined was called Keith. Jamie had picked the name, since he had asked if he could. Sam ran behind them jumping and grabbing both Brooke's and Julian's shoulder, going in between them, and putting her arms around them. Keith ran and hugged Brooke's leg, and she picked him up, and the four of them group hugged. Sam laughed internally. Oh god, group hugs. I bet those are Julian's fault, she thought, rolling her eyes.
"Um, Sam? What are you staring at?" She didn't answer, she was just still smiling like an idiot. "Sam? Sam? Samson?" He was now waving his hand in front of her face, wondering where her mind had taken her.
Sam shook her head, coming back to reality. Hmph. She liked her own little perfect world. Brooke was happy, Julian was happy, and so was she. It seemed awesome. "You know what, Julian?"
"No, I don't Sam. Why don't you tell me what?"
You deserve her, you know. She deserves you too. You guys deserve each other, and a happy ending, you both really deserve that."
A/N: So that's chapter two for you guys! New episode was so heart-breaking. Julian coming back and to be with Brooke would be the only thing that would mend my broken Brulian heart right now. Sadly, that's apparently not supposed to happen for a while. And now we have a hiatus! Grr! But yeah, first half of this was rushed written before the new episode, and the rest was written now and it's 1:30am now. I seem to write and publish in the morning? And guys, I probably won't keep posting daily, though the next scene should be pretty easy. I personally think this isn't the greatest, but it is infact longer. The next one should be super long though, but because of that it probably won't be on late in the week. Review, please! Green button below, a few words, your opinions, ways for me to improve; it'd mean alot! Thank you guys!