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Brooke and Dean have been friends forever, but what if their feelings towards each other change.

Dean looked at his watch, then he scanned the room for his best friend. She was nowhere to be found, like always Brooke Davis was late. He lowered his gaze and went back to reading the newspaper, he wasn't really in the mood, but this was his job.

Suddenly he heard Brooke's smoky voice next to his ear: "Hello Dean "

He smiled and turned towards her, his hazel green eyes locked with hers, she leaned forward and kissed his cheek.

"How are you, Mrs. Davis?" he said, as he watched her take a seat next to him. Dean and Brooke had known each other for many years. Whenever Brooke needed help or comfort she would call Dean, after her parents left her all alone in Tree Hill the boys would stay with her from time to time making sure she was fine. Brooke missed both of them all the time, but she couldn't admit that not even to herself.

"I´m really happy you called. I missed you" she said, then she reached forward and took his hand: "Its been almost four month"

Dean squeezed her hand lightly, he promised her once that he would take care of her, that was 13 years ago, they were only kids, Dean almost twelve, Brooke and Sam had just turned six. Now the girl had turned into a women with long dark hair falling over slim shoulders. She was wearing blue jeans and Dean couldn't help but notice how well they fit her perfectly formed butt. No matter how long they have been friends, they always flirted and teased. It was in both of their natures, Dean wanting her all the time and Brooke playing him in every possible way. But right now she wasn't having fun, her face showed the pain that his absence caused her.

"Has it really been that long tigger ?" he asked.

"Yes it has, but now you are here so lets order some drinks" she replied, punching his shoulder friendly.

The barkeeper poured them both some whiskey. This didn't require talking, so they sat there in silence, each lost in their thoughts.

Brooke spoke first, she pushed a string of hair back before looking at Dean: "Have you spoken to your brother lately?"

Dean glanced at her from the side: "There is absolutely nothing I have to say to him." His eyes turned darker and he clenched his teeth together. The Anger, that was buried for so long, tried to get a hold of him, tried to rip him into pieces.

"I don't wanna talk about it." he added. Brooke watched him as he emptied his glass, she didn't want to drop it, but they haven't seen each other in month and a fight would just ruin everything. Brooke pulled a piece of paper from her jeans pocket and lay it on the counter before Dean.

"This is Sam´s number - just in case you want to call him"

Dean thought about ripping it into pieces, but he didn't want to make Brooke sad, so he took the note and shoved it into his bag.

Brooke smiled, her fingers caressed the rough skin of his hand. "Good boy" she laughed.

" Yeah, yeah." Dean joined her laughter.

Suddenly the mood changed, Brooke's hand was still stroking Dean's, his eyes found hers, they stopped giggling. Brooke bit her lower lip, se felt something she had never felt before. Her heart picked up speed, as her second hand touched his unshaven cheek. Dean wanted her so baldy in hat moment it almost hurt, he took her face into his hands and pulled her near. Slowly and very tender he kissed her lips. The kiss lasted only seconds, but Brooke could feel his chapped lips and his hot breath, she could smell the liquor and the leather. Just as she realized who his was the kiss ended. Dean tried to look for something in her eyes, anything that would tell him this didn't end anything. He could still feel his lips upon hers, as she jumped up and ran outside. He followed but when he reached her she shook his hand of. "Let go of me. Why did you that? You are just going to leave again"

"I'm sorry. It just sort of happened."

"Wrong answer" Brooke barked and jumped into her car.

"Brooke wait."

"Dean why don't you do what you do best - Fuck off."

Dean stumbled back, watching her leave, he didn't know what hit him. Ten minutes ago he was having fun with his best friend and now he was standing alone in the cold.

"Fuck." Dean cursed, he went straight to his Impala and cuddled up in the back seat. The next morning when he woke up and decided to leave Tree Hill, he didn't know that Brooke Davis was standing at her bedroom window waiting for that black car of his´.