A/N-It's me again. I know I probably shouldn't start another story but I think I can manage it. This idea had been floating in my head for a couple weeks now. This is another Brooke and Sam story but hopefully you will like the idea.

I'm walking to the bus stop with my iPod in my hands and the ear buds in my ears. I'm listening to Avril Lavigne's Keep Holding On. Honestly, it's not the music I am used to but all I am trying to do is get the thoughts out of my head.

"You hit the jackpot with my daughter"

When Victoria told that to me I knew that. I'm not a complete idiot. Part of me always knew that. I guess mostly because I read that book, An Unkindness of Ravens. It's funny how you can learn about a person without actually meeting them. I knew that I judged Brooke right away. I probably shouldn't have.

"My home is your home now Sam and it's going to be that way as long as you want it to be"

I was scared before she said those words. For the first time ever I actually cooked someone breakfast. I'm not really into all that sentimental crap but I actually liked doing that for Brooke. I thought it was funny that Brooke thought I was in trouble, any other time then that she would have been right. When I heard that message I knew that I was going back to the pound. It surprised me that Brooke didn't care what the message said. She wanted me. I've never felt wanted before.

"I want to adopt you"

5 words that could've literally changed my life, of course I was dealing with the fact that my birth mother was somewhat a part of my life. When Brooke asked me I told her yes. I really did want it to happen but a part of me thinks that she just asked me because she was scared that she was going to lose me. She was happy but I was conflicted. Part of me wanted it to happen but the other part of wanted to get to know my real mom.

"You'll always be a Davis to me"

Those words made me cry. The idea of being a Davis and not a Walker was perfect. I was still confused. When Brooke walked into the room that night I knew what was going to happen. All she was doing was the best for me. Even though the situation sucked, she was right. I couldn't stay with Brooke if I was confused. That night I left and I knew my world would change forever.

"I love you"

I have always had a hard time hearing those words and an even harder time saying those words. When I was standing by the front door saying my goodbyes Brooke said those words and I said them back. I think it might have shocked Brooke that I said them because I never utter those words. I have too many issues with love. I did love her, hell I still do but I never said it before then and I wish I had.

This damn song that I am listening to is not helping me at all. It reminds me of Brooke.

"You're not alone, together we stand, I'll be by your side, you know I'll take your hand"

"So far away, I wish you were here, before it's too late this could all disappear, before the doors close and it comes to an end with you by my side I will fight and defend"

I put the iPod in my pocket and look at my phone. Apparently I have like 10 new text messages. All of them are from Brooke. I guess she knows what happened. My birth mother Rebecca well she committed suicide, god only knows why but being me I couldn't handle it. Normally, I probably would go see Brooke but we have been distant lately. We sort of lost touch only give each other a few phone calls every now and then. So, here I am at the bus stop waiting for the bus to do what I do best. Run.

The bus arrived a little bit ago and I am looking out the window to the sign that says Now Leaving Tree Hill. I pull out my phone and text Brooke because knowing her she is probably freaking out. I send her the text… I'm fine don't worry. I'm not your problem. Quit texting.

I am pretty sure those words will piss her off but I couldn't think of anything else to text.

Charlotte North Carolina here I come.

A/N-This whole chapter is in Sam's POV. If you like it and want me to continue please tell me. All I need is one to say yes and I will work on the next chapter.