One Shots: Book One

Brooke and Christian (9/11/01)

Brooke's Pov

I woke up September 11, 2001 the sky was blue with very few clouds. I smiled looking out of my apartment over New York City. I glanced at the clock, 7:30. I walked over to my fiancé, Christian, who was still asleep. "Chrissy-Poo! Wake up!" I yelled shaking him. He slowly woke up. "come on you have that interveiw in the north tower at 8:30!" I screamed like a 5 year old that finally got the toy she wanted. He glanced at the time "ughhhhhhhh!!!!! fineeeeeeeeeeee!" he yelled walking into the bathroom.

8:00am

I hugged Christian and kissed his cheek before he waved and walked out of the door. I smiled at myself knowing he would get that job and we could finally afford to get married. I walked over to the couch and say down watching the news. I started dozing off. I entered a deep deep sleep.

8:46am

I woke up to a large crash. I ran to the nearest window and looked out and in the distance I saw the North tower in flames with a large hole in the side. Tears escaped my eyes. "no he's late he missed his interview." I whispered "no he's fine he's fine it's not that bad." I sat down on the couch and turned up the tv. "this just in the north twin tower was just hit by a plane. The building is being evacuated now. No word on any deaths or injuries at this point." I sighed and kept whispering "he's alive he's alive." then the phone rang. I ran over and picked it up. "hello?" I said quickly. "Brooke?" Christian said. "Christian! Are you Ok?!" I half screamed. "I'm fine right now... I'm trapped on the 96th floor." he said. I felt tears slip down my face. "they'll find you." I cried. "I'm not going to live... I love you." he sniffled. "they will Chris! I love you too! But don't think negative think positive." I cried again. "I'm gonna try to get to the stairs I'll call you back. Love you. Bye" he said before hanging up. I let out a sigh of relief and thought thank god... He's alive... I sat down on the couch watching the news. They kept showing the building... It was burning and the smoke was consuming the sky. I felt tears in my eyes again. It was unbelievable it was like a nightmare.

9:03am

I was watching the tower born when literarly out of nowhere another plane came and hit the south tower. My jaw dropped. I went and dialed Christian's number and called him. "ring ring ring!" I yelled at the phone. It went automatically to his voice mail. I dropped the phone and started balling. I ran out of the apartment grabbing my phone and keys then locking the door. I started running toward the towers.

9:50am

After a good fifty minutes or so of running I finally made it. He wasn't out there he was still inside. I ran up to a police officer. "my fiancé is trapped on the 96th floor has anyone got up there yet?" I asked crying. He looked me in the eyes and sighed "not yet" I felt more tears fall "ok thank you.." I said before walking away. I walked over to a hot dog stand and bought a bottle of water. I opened it and took a sip. I looked at the tower then there was a crash and the south tower started falling. Debree went everywhere it looked as if it had snowed I ran as fast as I could. I ran along with everyone else.

10:25am

They had let us go back to the towers and I still waited for them to come out with Christian. I silently hoped as I stood looking up. I sighed as I let the tears coming on again... I heard someone scream and when I looked over the north tower was halfway to the ground. I ran again. He was gone. He was dead... I lost my love and best friend. I went into a nervous break down.

September 11, 2011 9:00am

I walked down by the new fountain they had just built on ground zero. I walked down to the B's I found it. I found his name. Christian Jacob Beadles. I grabbed a paper out of my bag and a pencial. I made a rub of his name. I folded it neatly and placed it in my purse. I took a rose and shoved it in the top of the C and bottom of the S. The roses where purple an blue. His favorite colors. I let a few tears fall from my face. And left a note over top of it hoping that he would come back down to read it. I kissed my two fingers and places them on his name and whispered "I love you Chrissy-Poo." before walking away.

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Sad right!? I loved writing this one but I always love writing one shots. And I still have one more request but I wrote this one... Just cuz... Idk... So bye now!!!