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For the next few hours Brock and I just drove around town seeing things. Brock wanted to see what had all changed since he was gone and since I had no other plans I agreed. It was surprisingly fun driving around. We talked about random things, listened to music with Brock occasionally singing along and almost breaking my eardrums. It was nice.

Neither of us had realized the time until both of our stomachs were growling loudly in the car. I had forgotten I hadn't eaten today and it was already 3 o'clock in the afternoon. Sharing a look at one another we both said the same thing..."Pizza".

Thirty minutes later we were back at my house, two large pizza's sitting on the dining room table, and I was grabbing drinks for us. Back in high school Brock and I use to have Saturday night pizza. We use to do Friday's but Brock almost always had a game on that day so we moved it to Saturday's. We would order two different kinds of pizza's, soda ready for drinking and a dvd ready to put in the VCR. It was a regular thing for us.

"Do you want a beer or anything?" I called over my shoulder to Brock who was opening the boxes.

"A beer would be great." Grabbing the last one in the fridge and a glass of water for myself I headed for the table. Brock had already grabbed napkins and plates for us. Seeing the two hot pizza's sitting there my stomach growled.

Not even caring that Brock was next to me I reached for my own pizza, pepperoni with pineapple, and grabbed two slices.


"Still don't understand the pineapple." Brock commented grabbing his own slices, sausage and peppers.

"Why not? Pineapple is amazing." I said around a mouthful. We use to always have this debate about whether pineapple belonged on a pizza. I always said yes while he didn't. I didn't understand those that thought it didn't fit. Their loss and my gain.

"Gross." He scrunched up his nose at me.

"Don't even start. You play with a dozen of gross men, this is nothing." High school boys were disgusting, imagine what grown pro-baseball players were like.

"They aren't that gross." He started to defended them but I sent him a look. We both knew that was a lie. "You aren't drinking?" Brock changed the subject, nodding his head at my glass of water.

"I'm not much of a drinker." Once in a while I'd buy a bottle of wine or a pack of beer but most often than not they sat there for ages going bad.

"Same old Hals." He smiled and taking a sip of his beer.

"It worked out that I'm not much of a drinker. I never had any here for Lucas to steal."

"Was he good growing up?" He asked.

"He was. I mean I know he would drink a bit when he went to a party or out with his friends but I made sure he called me if he ever needed a ride. I didn't want him to miss out on his teenage years. Lucas always came home before curfew or he called me. He did his homework, sometimes had to force him to sit down and do it. Got good grades."

"Ever get in any trouble?"

"Eh once or twice."

"Did you go all Haley Gardner on him?"

"What does that mean?"


"When you get upset you get this tone and stance that is severely scary. I can just see you doing that to the poor kid."


"No I didn't go all Haley Gardner on him. Hearing his side of the story in the principles office I knew he wasn't in the wrong. He had to do one day in detention of breaking the kids nose but that was it." Brock whistled when I said that, a proud look on his face.

"I am glad he didn't make it too hard for you." He said after a few minutes. Lucas really was the best brother you could ask for.

We sat there eating in silence. I watched Brock as he ate, unwanted questions starting to surface again. I had been forcing them down ever since I saw Brock again and it was only a matter of time before I would voice them.

I didn't want to ruin this moment though. We were getting along, talking, enjoying each others presence. Bringing up it all up would burst the little bubble we were in right now. But a part of me needed to know why it ended, why we ended.

For 6 years I have wondered why and blamed myself. And now seeing him again, bringing all these feelings back, was making me question everything again. Knowing I would never see him again helped but now he was here. He was sitting right across from me after spending the entire day together.

The worst part was he was acting as if none of it happened. That he hadn't broken my heart into tiny little pieces. He acted all jealous earlier thinking I had a boyfriend, something he had no right to be jealous over. He was acting like he cared when he was the full reason we broke up.

The longer I sat the more the need to ask why came up. It was on the tip of my tongue waiting to be asked. My mouth opened to say the words but instead something else came out.

"You know I came out there." Brock's head snapped up. "To L.A."

"You did? When?"

"About a year and a half after you left. My mom bought me a plane ticket, shoved it in my hand and forced me out the door."

"I didn't know you came out there." He sounded surprised and a little hurt.

"I wanted it to be a surprise." I really should have had a drink before saying this. "We hadn't talk much. You were always busy with baseball or classes, so I thought I'd surprise you and maybe work some things out."

Brock had set his pizza aside and was looking at me with a weird look on his face. I couldn't bring myself to look at him as I continued on speaking. I never told anyone what really happened when I went to L.A. I told my mom that we decided to split up, that long distance was too hard. I didn't want her to know the truth and pity me and hate Brock for what he did; so I lied.

"I go there just in time to see one of your home games. I think it was one of the last ones to see if you made it to the championship. You were kicking ass." I smiled sadly back at the memory, tears starting to prick my eyes. "I watched as you strikes every batter out. You were so much better than before which I couldn't believe it. When the game ended I was heading to come say hi and surprise you when I saw you with another girl." I swallowed thickly at the memory.

I had though we would see each other and things would fall right back into place. That the last year or so would be just a small bump in the road. Instead I saw him kiss another girl. I should had known when he hadn't called me in the past month or so but I was foolish to believe he was busy with school work and baseball. Turned out he was busier than I thought.

After seeing him kissing some other girl I grabbed my things and left. I had no where to go so I found a random taxi and went back to the airport. I spent the entire night at the airport in a corner just staring at the wall. I was so numb only a few tears fell. The poor desk lady felt so bad for me she managed to get me on a plane back on around 6 o'clock in the morning.

All of it was just so heartbreaking and humiliating. My poor mom spent what little money we had to send me to L.A to visit my boyfriend only for me to see him kissing some other girl. He hadn't even pushed her away. The four years we had together just gone in an instant.

"Hold on. What?"

"I saw you kiss her so I left." I dared a glance up at him to find him staring at me like I had grown three heads. 

"I never kissed a girl."


"Brock I saw you. You didn't even push her away!" Now that I finally said it I could feel all the pent up anger I had push aside come rushing forward. "You didn't even call me either!"


"Haley, that girl came up and kissed me, not the other way around. And I did try to call you but you never answered. If you would have answered I would have told you about it."

"You can't deny something I saw Brock."

"If you would have come to visit you would have seen how crazy I was about you! I told everyone about you."

"Come to visit?" My eyes narrowed at him. "You were the one busy all the damn time."

"The street goes both ways Haley. Every time I called you never answered. When we would FaceTime you would fall asleep instantly. And you never even tried to come to see me in like two years!" Brock was now glaring at me, his hands gripping the table.

"Do you think I wanted this life? Do you think I didn't want to go LA and go to college with you? Because I did Brock. I wanted to go so fucking badly but I couldn't. My mom was dying and I had to stay back to help her and Lucas.

"We were drowning, Brock. We had absolutely no money. Mom's bills were so fucking huge that no matter how many jobs I had I couldn't stay ahead. If I did earn any extra money it went to making sure my mother and brother ate. I wouldn't eat Brock because we didn't have enough money. So I am sorry I didn't waste it all to come visit you!" I pushed back off the table, my chair sliding across the floor.

Angry tears slid down my face and my hands gripped the table so hard my knuckles turned white.

"You should have told me! You should have asked me to stay. I would have in a heartbeat." Now he was standing up looking at me with hard eyes.

"And what, have you hate me? Make you stay here and give up your chance to become someone or wreck your dreams? It has always been your dream to play baseball Brock. How could I take that from you? I couldn't do that to you and I would not have been able to live with myself if I had done that."

"I don't care. I would have stayed!"

"And I would have let you. So instead I let you go." Tears blurred my vision. I hastily wiped them away. "I let you go so you could do something with your life Brock."

"You don't even get it Haley!" He lowered his voice and bowed his head. When he looked back up at me I saw his blue eyes were glossy. "All I ever wanted was you Haley. From the moment I accidentally elbowed you in the face I knew you were the one for me. Being hundreds of miles away from you killed me. I literally had a bag packed by my door, ready for me to just come home to be with you. I saw what you were going through even though you tried to hide it. You don't know how fucking hard it was to stay in L.A when I knew you needed me here!

"Yes school and baseball got in the way. I was a damn idiot for not trying hard enough but if I had known you were there at night..." Brock shook his head, clenching his jaw. "Haley, you didn't stay long enough to see me push that girl away and tell her I had a girlfriend. You didn't even bother to stay long enough to see that I only wanted you.

"I tried calling Haley. I tried so many times and I even wrote you letters but you never once replied." His words shocked me. I got new letters or messages from him during that time. "When I called my parents they told me to give you time because you were busy with your mom. So I did but I still wrote and tried to call. The next time I tried to come home my mom said you were happy with someone else."

"What?" I croaked. I tried to wrap my head around everything but it was too much. "You moved on first." I heard myself say.

"I never moved on. Can't you see that Haley." My legs were suddenly glued to the ground as Brock moved towards me. "Can't you see that I am still fucking crazy about you? No matter how hard I tried I couldn't get my mind off of you. And now being here..."

"No, no you can't." I started to say. I wasn't expecting to hear these things. I didn't know he had tried to call me. I had spent the last 6 years thinking he had given up on us. That he had let the relationship die. Now here he is saying he is still crazy about me. I just...I had no words. It wall all too much.


"Brock-" My words got cut off by him grabbing my face and slamming his lips against mine.