Haley's Pov...

When my alarm went off the next morning at 8 o'clock I was out of bed in seconds. Knowing I was going to see Brock soon had me suddenly excited. I don't know where it came from but I woke with a smile on my face.

Brock's face had stuck in my head all night as I tossed and turned. When I did eventually fall asleep all I dreamt about was him. Who knew that after being with him for only a few hours would make me feel this way again.

I knew I shouldn't get my hopes up or anything but I was excited to spend today with him. Show him around town, learn more about his life after all this time. At least when he left this time it would be on a good note, not like last time.

So with the thought of spending the day with an 'old friend', I jumped in the shower. I had two hours until he would show up so I spent my time washing my hair, picking out a cute outfit, and doing my hair.


A part of me wanted to look good for Brock. Almost in a 'this is what you missed out on' type of thing. It took me a good fifteen minutes to finally choose something. I didn't want to come off as trying to hard but I also didn't want him to think I didn't care either. It was annoyingly frustrating.

I ended up picking out a pair of cute blue skinny jeans, with holes in the knees. And a paired it with a simple black tank top, with an oversized black and white long sleeve jacket thing. It looked cute enough and I knew if I changed again I would just hate that too. 

I spent more time in the bathroom than I normally did. I curled my blonde hair in soft waves, and I actually spent time adding more than mascara to my eyes. It felt weird getting so dressed when I haven't in forever. I think the last time I did was on one of my last dates about 5 months ago.

By time I had finished with my makeup and come downstairs it was already 10:30. The moment my foot hit the bottom step I heard voices, making me pause. It took me a minute to remember my brother was here. I had gotten use to the empty house the past few months.

Coming into the kitchen I smiled at the sight of Lucas and Megan moving around the kitchen. I had missed having someone around instead of just silence. Leaning against the door frame I watched my brother dance around the kitchen like a goofball while Megan laughed.

When Lucas caught sight of me he instantly stopped. His cheeks turned a soft pink in embarrassment.


"Lucas I've lived with you for 18 years. I've seen everything." I waved him off, coming into the kitchen to grab a cup of coffee.

"Why are you so dressed up?" He switched the topic, looking me up and down.

"I'm going out."

"With?" I heard the change in tone as he asked. He was turning into his brother mode. It was very cute and sweet and not at all threatening.


"Brock." I shrugged like it wasn't a big deal, and that I wasn't a ball of nerves.


"Haley." The way he said my name knew he was about to say something I didn't want to hear. "Do you think that is a good idea?"

"I am just going to show him the field before he leaves."

"Did you forget what he did to you?"

"No. But I don't need to keep dragging up the past. It happened and now we are two different people, doing their own thing." Sitting off to the side Megan looked between us curious at our conversation.


"I know you still have-" I knew what he was going to say and I interrupted him.


"I don't. Not anymore, things have changed. I can be civil to him while he is here. He leaves in a few days anymore." I wanted to believe my own words but I didn't. I would never fully be over Brock. Yes he hurt me beyond repair but it was in the past and I can't be mad at that; not anymore.

"Haley-" Sending him a look he shut his mouth. "Okay fine. But if he tries anything he has me to answer to." I held back the smile that wanted to break free at his words. Lucas may be almost the same height as Brock but Brock's more muscular. It was sweet of him to want to stick up for me though.


"I'll let you know if he does." I patted his shoulder. Megan and I shared a grin at the way Lucas's chest puffed out a bit more.

It was sweet of him to want to protect me but I didn't need protection, especially against Brock. I knew how things were between us. I wasn't going to let myself go through all of that heartbreak again. It nearly broke me the last time.

The only reason I got over that breakup was because I had to look after my family. I didn't have time to cry over a bucket of ice cream with sappy movies. At the end of the day my mom was still sick, we had tons of bills to pay, my brother needed to be looked after. It was on my shoulders to do it.


So after a day or so crying over the loss of Brock, I picked myself up and threw myself into work and my family. Having to work two jobs, try to go to school, and do things around the house, it was easy to forget about it all.

It was only at night time that I let the thoughts and feelings of it all come crashing down. I spent a lot of nights crying myself to sleep. It was only when I was alone did I let myself really break down. I couldn't in front of my mom and brother. I couldn't let them see me like that.

Maybe that is why to this day I am still bitter about it all. I never full got over it. I didn't go out like other girls to get over him. I didn't date a ton of guys until the feelings went away. I never got any closure.

A loud knock on the door jerked me out of my depressing thoughts. I found myself pushing past Lucas to get to the door. Pausing right before the door I ran my hands down my outfit. I was surprisingly nervous.

Taking a deep breath I opened the door. Immediately I had a flash back to 6 years ago, of opening the door and seeing Brock standing there.

Brock stood there holding a small bouquet of flowers with a nervous look on his face. His brown hair was styled in the popular quiff style. The stubble on his face was more prominent and I found that I actually liked it on him. Suited him.

My eyes traveled down his body. A blue long sleeve shirt clung to his muscular arms, somehow making them look bigger. And of course his classic blue jeans hung on his hips. Brock really did look great. Whatever he has done the past few years is definitely working for him.

"Hey." I breathed, my eyes locking with his blue eyes. His blue shirt made them even bluer. They looked like the sea and you could easily get lost in them.

"Hey. These are for you." He held out the beautiful pink lilies; my favorite.


"You remembered." I pressed my nose into the flowers. I couldn't remember a time I had received flowers. Brock rubbed the back of his neck with a soft smile. "Thank you." I moved off to the side to let him in.

"Let me go go put these in some water." Shutting the door behind him I made my way back to the kitchen, Brock behind me. Glancing over my shoulder I noticed he was looking around almost as if he was trying to find something or someone.

Coming into the kitchen Lucas and Megan sat at the bar both pretending they weren't just eavesdropping. Ignoring their looks I went over to the little closet we had by the kitchen to grab a vase. I was surprised I remembered where we put them.

Behind me I heard Lucas and Megan greeting Brock. It was kind of odd having him back here for the first time in years. It felt like high school all over again. The house was pretty much the same anyways.

"So...is this a date?" I almost dropped the vase I was holding as Lucas spoke. He knew full well this was not a date.

"Lucas." I warned, sending him a glare over my shoulder.

"Just wondering."

"No you aren't." I hissed. "Ready to go?" I turned to Brock, silently willing him to say yes quickly.

"Uh yeah."

"We'll be back in a few you guys." Coming around the counter I sent a look to Lucas telling him to behave. Smiling at Megan I lead Brock out of the kitchen before my brother could say anything else.

"Where are we going?" Brock asked as soon as the front door shut behind us.


"It's a surprise." With my bag and keys in hand I headed for my car. 

"You're driving?" The skeptical tone of his voice made me pause.


"Hey I am a great driver."

"I beg to differ. Remember the cone incident?"

"That was like 7 years ago when I first got my license." I may or may not have ran into a huge section of orange cones when I first got my license and of course Brock was in the car, and has never let me live it down.

"Still I'm not sure I want to die today."


"You really should have thought of that before agreeing to meet me today." With a smirk I opened the drivers side door and got in. I watched as Brock stood there almost debating if I was telling the truth or not and if he wanted to risk getting in the car. In the end he came around and slid into the passenger seat.

"Just don't kill me." Scoffing at him, I started the car and backed out of the driveway.