63. (fnl/oth) there’s just too much that time cannot erase.
title. there’s just too much that time cannot erase.
fandom. friday night lights/one tree hill.
pairings/characters. brooke davis. jason street. (jason/brooke; lucas/brooke, lucas/peyton).
warnings. au; future fic. post-fnl. post-oth; mentions of 3x01.
disclaimer. not mine.
words. 304.
rating. pg.
for. choco_cherries. (week 21. prompt: free-for-all.)
summary. he doesn’t forget his promises. brooke notices the small difference between jason street and lucas scott.
notes. i am suffering a love/hate relationship with this. (unbeta’d.) feedback is ♥.
© here.
He doesn’t forget his promises.
Jason Street doesn’t make promises like ‘you’re the one for me Brooke Davis’ on beaches lit with fire and half naked bodies. He doesn’t make promises he can’t keep.
Brooke knows she can latch onto his promises of bacon and eggs in the morning on Tuesdays and pasta on Thursday nights. Jason makes small promises, like ones that don’t matter if he forgets or rainchecks on; he doesn’t promise them the Noah and Allie fairytale. She doesn’t write him 82 letters and he doesn’t build her a house (even though Lucas never did that, building her a house - he’s doing that for Peyton).
She doesn’t throw all her eggs into one basket. This isn’t Titanic and she doesn’t put all her faith in the lifeboats, trusting their whereabouts and the honour of the men. (She knows Jason would push others into the lifeboats and sacrifice himself.)
So when Jason Street tells Brooke Davis he’ll meet her for lunch at the store, she believes him. Her heart doesn’t thump and she doesn’t break out into a sweat when he’s ten minutes late; her mind doesn’t linger on Peyton’s nails being embedded into his skin. (P. Sawyer doesn’t have a hold on him; apparently he prefers fashion labels to music ones.)
Sometimes the obstacles get in the way. (He’s Jason Street and he can get over them. He’s done it before.)
Ten minutes pass - she’s counting, knees knocking together because sometimes (and she means sometimes, like on a drunken thought) she confuses Jason with Lucas - so she re-counts the money in the register, checks her messages and kicks her shoes off for the fifth time.
When she looks up, he’s over the threshold; coffee in lap and smile stretched across his face.
Jason Street doesn’t break his promises.
fandom. friday night lights/one tree hill.
pairings/characters. brooke davis. jason street. (jason/brooke; lucas/brooke, lucas/peyton).
warnings. au; future fic. post-fnl. post-oth; mentions of 3x01.
disclaimer. not mine.
words. 304.
rating. pg.
for. choco_cherries. (week 21. prompt: free-for-all.)
summary. he doesn’t forget his promises. brooke notices the small difference between jason street and lucas scott.
notes. i am suffering a love/hate relationship with this. (unbeta’d.) feedback is ♥.
© here.
He doesn’t forget his promises.
Jason Street doesn’t make promises like ‘you’re the one for me Brooke Davis’ on beaches lit with fire and half naked bodies. He doesn’t make promises he can’t keep.
Brooke knows she can latch onto his promises of bacon and eggs in the morning on Tuesdays and pasta on Thursday nights. Jason makes small promises, like ones that don’t matter if he forgets or rainchecks on; he doesn’t promise them the Noah and Allie fairytale. She doesn’t write him 82 letters and he doesn’t build her a house (even though Lucas never did that, building her a house - he’s doing that for Peyton).
She doesn’t throw all her eggs into one basket. This isn’t Titanic and she doesn’t put all her faith in the lifeboats, trusting their whereabouts and the honour of the men. (She knows Jason would push others into the lifeboats and sacrifice himself.)
So when Jason Street tells Brooke Davis he’ll meet her for lunch at the store, she believes him. Her heart doesn’t thump and she doesn’t break out into a sweat when he’s ten minutes late; her mind doesn’t linger on Peyton’s nails being embedded into his skin. (P. Sawyer doesn’t have a hold on him; apparently he prefers fashion labels to music ones.)
Sometimes the obstacles get in the way. (He’s Jason Street and he can get over them. He’s done it before.)
Ten minutes pass - she’s counting, knees knocking together because sometimes (and she means sometimes, like on a drunken thought) she confuses Jason with Lucas - so she re-counts the money in the register, checks her messages and kicks her shoes off for the fifth time.
When she looks up, he’s over the threshold; coffee in lap and smile stretched across his face.
Jason Street doesn’t break his promises.