Phoebe's POV:

I had just gotten back from helping Gavin shop for his trip. I hadn't realized how much I was going to miss him. He kept trying to convince me to go with him, but my life is in Seattle. Or was in Seattle. Once summer ended, I was off to New York for school. Regarding school, I was excited to start over.

Darcy was pacing in her room when I walked in. Batman barked and ran to greet me. I bent down to cradle him in my arms.

"Where've you been?" Darcy pounced on me.

"Shopping with Gav. Why, what's up?" I sat down on her bed with Batman.

"Blaine wanted me to give you this."

"What is it?"

She handed me an envelope, "I don't know, I didn't open it."

I took the letter from her.

Dear Phoebe,

I know I'm the last person you want to hear from right now but I can't get over you leaving. Is it wrong for me to ask for another chance? I'll be the best boyfriend on the face of the earth, someone worthy of you. You know everything about me, more than most people.

When I took the job, I didn't know how deeply I would fall in love with you. If I knew that you would become the love of my life, I wouldn't put you through this. I was stuck in between telling you the truth and following your father's wishes. None of that matters anymore.

I love you so much. I can't sleep, I can't eat, I can't be happy. I'm not myself anymore. This must be just as hard for you as it is for me, maybe even harder. Drinking is the only thing I can do to not think of you. You don't know how many times I've drunk myself into oblivion. I didn't think it was possible to miss someone as much as I miss you. I miss hugging you, laughing with you, kissing you, holding you, and just being with you in general.

It never was about the money, please know that. I did love you, I still love you. We can't be over, please Phoebe. I need to see you, please give me the chance to see you. You won't answer my calls, texts, or emails. I understand that you hate me but I love you, doesn't that mean anything? I know that you're with Gavin but you guys aren't meant to be together like me and you are. We can get through this, just give me a chance.

If you're willing to speak with me, call me anytime, day or night. Come over, all I do is stay home. I'll be at Owen Beach on Friday from six in the morning until midnight. Remember when we went there together? We had such a great time. If you don't come, I won't try and contact you again. I'll just have to accept that you don't want to be with me anymore. But please consider coming, I'll explain everything and anything you want to know.

Please, I love you Phoebe,
Blaine

Darcy was sitting quietly next to me; I knew she read along with me. I was done crying, I don't think I could've cried even if I wanted to. What Blaine wrote was beautiful and heartwarming. All these months of wondering if he still loved me seemed pointless now. It was clear he still loved me. But I didn't want to love him anymore; I wanted to love someone else. Anyone else.

I handed Darcy the letter, "Tell him you gave it to me."

"Are you going to see him?"

Shaking my head, I walked away from her, "I can't Darce. It's not going to solve anything."

"Don't you think you at least owe it to him to see him one last time?"

"I don't owe him anything! He's the one who lied to me, remember? And why do you care so much? You don't even like him!" I snapped.

Darcy frowned, "It's not that I don't like him, he made you happy. The two of you have been miserable without each other."

"Didn't know I was such a downer."

She stood up and walked towards me, "I didn't mean it like that. It's just, I've seen him and he's so miserable. Charlie says that he stays holed up in his room all day. Whenever I go over, he always asks about you. Meanwhile you're over here parading around with Gavin. You need to tell Blaine that it really is over."

"I am not parading Gavin around! We're just friends," I became defensive, "Who sometimes kiss and sleep together."

"I'm all for casual relationships but not when it means someone is getting hurt."

Ever since Gavin told her that he loved her, she thought that she was a relationship guru.

"I have to go finish packing. I'll be back before dinner," I told her.

Sneaking into my old house was easy, sneaking back out was the hard part. My father was walking inside when I was trying to get back to Darcy's. We froze when we saw each other.

"Oh," my father straightened up, "I didn't know you were here."

"Just finishing packing my stuff."

"How're you?"

"Fine," I walked down the last step, "How 'bout you?"

My father looked uncomfortable, "I've been busy. Your mother misses you, I miss you."

Well maybe you should have thought about the consequences of your actions before doing them.

"I should get going; Darcy is waiting for me to eat dinner."

"You could always eat here," my father offered, "Your mother should be home soon. We can have a family dinner. I could call her and she'd be here in less than twenty minutes."

"Like I said, Darcy is waiting for me to eat dinner."

"Bring her here."

I turned away from him; this conversation was not going well.

"Phoebe, please don't take my mistakes out on your mother. We both love you and want you to come back," my father said, "Even if it's just for tonight."

"I can't."

"Don't you think that you owe it to your mother?" he tried to guilt trip me.

"Don't you think that you owed it to me to be honest about Blaine?" I couldn't help but snap.

My father closed his mouth.

"Yeah, that's what I thought," I pushed passed him.

On the way back to Darcy's I thought about what Gavin said about growing up so soon, we had our whole lives to be adults and only a short time to be kids. I thought about Blaine's letter and how much I missed him, how I needed him. With that being said, I pulled over.

"I think we need to get back together," I said.

The End.

Look for the second part of the story, Operation: Get Phoebe Grey Back

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