Author's Notes: To those who read this story while Karen beautifully wrote it, hello. I am Julianna, and I am new on writing OTH stories. However, when Karen told me she was going to stop writing this, I begged her not to. So she gave it to me. I hope you enjoy this new phase.
Disclaimer: Nothing is mine. The characters belong to Mark and CW; the plot belongs to Karen; the song belongs to LMNT. I'm just a writer.
The Reuniting Song
Prologue: Open Your Eyes to Love
She stood in front of one of the ladies' restroom's mirrors. Her forehead was wrinkled, her lips parted, teeth biting in concentration as she focused in reapplying her waterproof mascara in her long dark eyelashes. She had previously washed her face to get her flawless white skin rid of her makeup, smeared after long minutes of working out as the cheerleader captain, and was now carefully reapplying it. It didn't matter that it would go away later. She was known by her perfect looks. She had to keep up her reputation.
Brooke Penelope Davis let out a deep sigh as she repeated to herself that her reputation was everything she had left. Every one with two ears and a working brain would know that she wasn't the tough-hearted, thick-skinned, unreachable bitch she had taught everyone to be. Ever since word of Brooke being cheated at by her boyfriend with her best friend got spread around the school, every person on Tree Hill High looked at her with some sort of mocking pity shining inside their eyes.
However, even if she had promised herself that she would ignore the blond-haired, blue-eyed boy every day for the rest of her school life, Brooke was down right engulfed with worry for said boy, who had been lying on the basketball court's floor, clutching his arm, and now howled in pain inside the boys' restroom. His arm had been hit while in the game, and she knew his injury, caused by a car crash occurred earlier that year, wasn't fully healed yet.
It tore at her heart to see him in such pain. His eyes sparkled with unshed tears, pain clouding the usually bright turquoise pools. Brooke had to fight the urge to run to him when he fell to the floor holding his arm, her nails digging into her palms, so deeply that blood bubbled to the surface.
Two of her cheerleading subordinates walked in as she reflected. One of them, a tall, dark-eyed strawberry-blonde, shot a mischievous glance to her companion, a smaller brunette with hazel-green eyes, and smirked with malice. "Hey, Brooke", the blonde squealed conversationally, as the brunette shook her head negatively at her friend, "can you lend me your lip gloss?"
Brooke lifted a finely sculpted eyebrow at the blonde, looking blankly at her. The entire school knew that she and Stephanie Tyler weren't fond of each other, mostly because Brooke had the cheerleading squad captaincy, position that Stephanie had her eyes on ever since she had joined the squad. However, Sierra Burns had chosen Brooke to the place (it wasn't a surprise, Brooke being the best cheerleader in the squad), and Stephanie ever since despised her captain.
"No", the captain shot back icily. "You can get your own, it's not that expensive, Tyler. Unless, of course, you shop at the Wal-Mart or is interested on my lip gloss to do some voodoo on me". She said in her saccharine sweet voice, smirking triumphantly when she heard a soft giggle coming from Stephanie's current sidekick.
"So, Brooke", the dark-haired, green-eyed girl standing by Stephanie's side (her name was Emily, but Brooke couldn't recall her last name even if her life depended on it) said friendly, trying to make small talk on the silence that followed Brooke's verbal victory over Stephanie. "You must be pretty upset", she said, her big eyes glimmering with sympathy.
"Or pretty relieved", Stephanie shot back as she strut casually towards a mirror, fixing her ponytail.
Brooke solemnly ignored Stephanie and turned to fix her eyes on Emily. "What the hell are you talking about small person?" She asked, her voice holding a note of edgy coldness. She gave a sideglance to the mirror and noticed Stephanie smirking pleased. The nerve of that bitch! She would so pay later!
However, Emily didn't look jerk-y like her friend. She looked confused and honestly surprised.
"Of course she doesn't know, Em. How could she know? I mean, Luke ditched her to be with Peyton. Another bad choice of his, might I say. He would be so much better with me". It was clear Stephanie was trying and get Brooke furious, but the school's queen's breakdown could wait. She would die before she gave the bitch the pleasure of knowing her words had just dug the knife of Lucas's betrayal a little deeper into her heart. Right now she had to find out what supposedly made her so upset.
"Emily, what are you talking about?" she said calmly, smirking inwardly as the girl's eyes widening hearing her name.
"Oh, honey…I'm so sorry. I shouldn't be the one to tell you this, but…" Emily started speaking quietly, but quieted as she heard a victorious chuckle coming from Stephanie. She held up a hand. "Hold on a sec, will ya?" She said and then turned to the blonde. "Okay, Steph, out".
Stephanie looked at her in wide-eyed disbelief. "What?"
"You heard me, Steph. Move your ass out of the door. Go!"
"There's no way in hell that I'll do that!" Stephanie shrieked, outraged.
"Oh yeah, you will. Now move or I'll physically shove you out", Emily said and rolled her eyes when Stephanie refused to do as she asked. "Well, I warned you", she said before she shoved Stephanie brutally out of the room. She then slammed the door into the blonde's stunned face. "Sometimes I really hate her", she confessed somewhat sheepishly to Brooke.
Brooke chuckled and mock-applauded Emily. "Bravo, sweetie", she said with a smirk and a wink. "Now spill. Why should I be upset?"
Emily bit her lower lip, looking troubled and hesitant. "Brooke, I really don't think I should be the one to tell you this", she said.
"Oh, but I do. You let the cat out of the proverbial sack".
"Bag", Emily corrected discreetly.
Brooke rolled her eyes. "Whatever. You started it, you'll finish it. Now".
Emily sighed. "Don't say I didn't warn you", she said, and then added, "Lucas Scott is leaving town. For good, he says".
Emily regretted saying anything as soon as the words left her lips. Brooke blanched like she had seen a ghost, and gasped like someone had punched her on the gut. The messenger hurriedly wrapped an arm around her waist, keeping her upright. "Don't you faint on me, Davis", she hissed as she helped her to a stall.
Brooke felt like someone had pulled the floor from under her feet. She stared blankly at Emily, and then fell silently on the nearest bench, as tears quickly pooled in her eyelids. Emily silently grabbed a stack of paper tissue and handed them to Brooke, who dabbed at her eyes, desperately trying to keep them dry and her tears at bay.
"I'm sorry, sweetie", Emily whispered. But Brooke didn't hear her. Her mind was spinning with this new piece of bomb-info Emily had dropped at her.
Lucas was leaving? When? Why? It surely hurt like hell to see him every single day at school, but at least she still could see him and she could still scare away the tramps that wanted to make the moves on her man. She still could check him out in the mornings and long for his kisses in the afternoons and hate him for devastating her at nights.
But, if he left…
Then it would end, all of it.
And that was worse than anything.
She hurriedly got up. "Come on, we gotta go".
The rest of the basketball game passed blurrily. However, the cheerleaders knew something was wrong with their commandant. Brooke was snappish, yelling at her commanded for every tiny thing. She was on edge, knowing Haley was watching her like a hawk (more like a concerned mama hawk, Haley being the motherly type of girl), and Emily was regretting having told her about Lucas's departure.
However, even as everyone watched Brooke, Brooke herself was watching Lucas. He looked miserable, and she couldn't help but feel a sudden, desperate urge to take him in her arms, comfort him and then beg him to stay in Tree Hill with her. Beg him not to leave, beg him to love her, because everyone knew him and Peyton weren't a good match.
But… could Brooke do it? Would Brooke do it, if it proved to be of need? Could she open her heart once again to the boy who had hurt her so badly? Was her heart strong enough to let Lucas all the way back into?
Brooke had these questions flying trough her mind and didn't have the answers to them. However, she did knew she had to talk to him for the last time, before he went packing to God knew where.
The Ravens lost the playoffs. And Dan, of course, being the son of a bitch he was, would prove once again what a lousy parent he was and lash out on Lucas and Nathan, more Lucas than Nathan, after all Nathan was and would always be daddy's little boy.
Like almost everyone in Tree Hill, Brooke hated the man with a passion she devoted only to shopping, partying, cheerleading and, of course, Lucas. Not only Dan had turned his back to Lucas and Karen, but he also was an asshole to Nathan, who thankfully had found Haley to put him back on track. Dan was probably the lousiest father in town, even worse than Brooke's own father, and Brooke couldn't help but be thankful he hadn't helped raising Lucas.
As she reflected on this, Brooke walked calmly to his truck. She rested her hip against the door, pretending to be checking her reflection on the dusty window. However, she was actually waiting for Lucas to show up. After doing much thinking (in between the snaps at the cheerleaders) she had decided to talk to him in private, away from any nosy person that could eavesdrop on them. It was now or never. Either she got him back, or she would lose him for good.
Brooke suddenly heard some approaching voices on the background and looked up to notice Lucas getting closer to the car, with Keith helping him stay up, Karen carrying his bag, Nathan close behind and Haley snuggled to Nathan's side.
The two adults exchanged a glance as they recognized her. Keith looked questioningly at Karen, and then Haley got in the silent conversation, addressing Brooke. "Just the girl we needed!" She said, a little too cheerfully.
Brooke looked her carefully. "What's up, tutor-girl?"
"Well, you know, Brooke, Lucas took some strong painkillers and he can't drive. Keith can't drive because he had more than a beer and he's quite drunk. Nathan can't drive because he's taking me home. And Karen can't drive because she has to drive Keith home. And Lucas can't wait, he has to get home right now".
"Haley, you're babbling", Karen cut softly, silently admiring the girl's quick mind. "What Haley's trying to ask, honey, is if you could drive the truck home and then I'll give you a lift home".
Brooke's eyes wandered to her former flame. Lucas was standing stiffly by Keith's side, staring confusedly and sleepily at the conversation. The brunette beauty hesitated only for a second before nodding slowly, holding out her hand to collect the keys that jingled softly as Keith slid them to her open palm.
Lucas focused his cloudy blue eyes at her. He was honestly terrified to drive home with Brooke. Would they end up screaming at each other? He wasn't in shape for a yelling match right now. And his mood wasn't the best for it, either.
As his drugged eyes met hers, Brooke read him easily. He was clearly hesitant and fearful of staying so close to her – something unsurprising considering their recent history. "Relax", she said calmly as Nathan, Haley, Keith and Karen walked away and she unlocked the red truck. "I won't bite you, Luke", she added as she slid behind the driving wheel.
Running his fingers in his tousled locks, Lucas sighed as he watched her cautiously, opening the passenger door with a flick of his wrist. "Well, I don't know, you might. It's all you do these days", he then bit his lower lip and sighed as he slid into the passenger seat. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it".
"Yes you did, otherwise you wouldn't have said it. All I wanted was a ride home and a talk. Can we still do that, Luke? We're not children anymore", she argued quietly.
Luke gave a side glance at her, still cautious. "Promise me there won't be any yelling involved? I mean it, Brooke. I'm too tired to have a scream match with you. I just wanna go home and sleep this goddamned pain off".
"Pinky swear", Brooke replied as she slid the key into the hole and started the engine. Luke laid back, his eyes closed, as he recalled all the good moments he had shared with the brunette by his side inside that same truck they were right then.
The ride to Lucas's house began wrapped in a silence thick with tension, until the quietness became too much for antsy, anxious Brooke to bear and she held out her hand to the stereo, turning it on. A slow soft pop song began to play, and Brooke's eyes lit up. Lucas, who was watching her discretely, had to bit his lip in order to prevent a smile from curling his lips. He knew she adored that song and wordlessly turned up the volume.
We've been searching the world to find true love
Looking in all the wrong places
When all of this time you've been blind to love
It's planted like a nose on your faces
It's here, it's now
Open your eyes and see it
Right here, right now
Open your eyes to love
As they heard, the lyrics started hitting a little too close to home for Brooke and Lucas's taste, and she was the first to give in to the pressure. She pulled the truck over, two blocks before Lucas's house, and started sobbing desperately. She hid her face in her hands, hot thick tears falling unstoppably down her pale ivory cheeks.
Lucas startled as she pulled over the car and turned to her, his concern growing as he noticed she was crying. Ignoring all his common sense, which was screaming for him to not do it, he pulled her tiny body to his, settling her comfortably in his lap and wrapping tightly his arms around her slim waist. Her face found instinctively the hollow on his shoulder, and she sobbed against him, her tears wetting his jersey.
"Make it stop, Luke, please make it stop!" She begged desperately in between her sobs, and Lucas started feeling his own eyes getting wet with tears. He was lost, confused, and yet, at same time, his body started reacting to Brooke's proximity, his senses getting lost in the feeling of her.
"Make what stop, Cheery?" He asked softly, gently massaging her tense shoulders. She was lighter than he remembered, and he grew more worried, wondering if she was eating at all, or if she had just quit eating all together.
"Make it stop hurting. Make me stop missing you. Make my body stop screaming for your touch. Make my mind stop flashing memories of the times we were together. MAKE ME STOP LOVING YOU!" She screamed, tears still running down her cheeks. "God help me, Luke, I still love you. I love you, Luke. I love you so much it hurts. It kills me not to be with you. I don't eat, I don't sleep, I don't think. I want so much to be with you again that I don't care that you cheated on me and that you don't love me. And I can't stand it!"
She had started babbling, but Lucas tuned it out, too stunned by her confession to listen to whatever she was saying now. She still loved him. Even after he had backstabbed her with her best friend (current former best friend), she still wanted to be with him. And, God help him too, he still wanted her. Only after he had lost her he had come to realize it was her whom he really loved, not Peyton.
Peyton wasn't the one for him. Sure he loved her and cared for her, and she loved him and cared for him, but something was missing in their equation. A spark, a fire… Chemistry he only had with this beautiful strong young woman he held now, crying against his chest like a lost little child.
As his heart swelled with the notion that they still had a chance, they only had to work on it, he started to softly caress her perfumed hair, reveling on the feeling of her so intimately close to him. "I love you", he blurted, cutting her off mid-babble.
Brooke stopped talking, frozen in shock. She leaned back a little, her eyes narrowed in surprise. "What… What did you just say?" She stuttered, not sure she had heard him right. Her heart was beating rapidly against her ribcage, her eyes red, swollen and puffy from crying, some locks of cinnamon brown hair sticking to her face where they met wet patches of her ivory skin.
For Luke, she had never looked more beautiful than she did now.
His hand slid from her hair to her cheek, his blue eyes sparkling as his fingers cradled her cheek like she was a fine fragile porcelain doll. "I love you. I love you, Brooke Davis".
Her hazel eyes met and held his, as she studied the turquoise blue pools she loved so much to get lost in. And, for the first time in many weeks, her fears of not being good enough to be someone's girlfriend were put to rest. Lucas's face was open, earnest, and she knew he was telling her the truth. He loved her, and only her.
A long, graceful finger came to rest under her chin, and he lifted her face slowly, his eyes never leaving hers. As his face slowly leaned closer to hers, her eyes shut down involuntarily, and she shivered as she felt his warm, minty breath over her lips.
Their lips met on the most exhilarating kiss they had ever shared, full of the passion and spark that was uniquely them. A rush of electricity ran down their bodies, and without thinking Brooke wrapped her arms around his head, bringing him even closer, as his lips ravished hers, and she ravished him back, getting used once again to his taste, his kiss and the feeling of him so tightly pressed against her.
Kissing Brooke after weeks – months that felt like years – of not doing so was heaven for Lucas. He had never realized how rightly she fit against his body, between his arms, over his mouth. But now he had her, after having lost her, but had a chance to have her all over again, and he would make sure that he wouldn't screw it up this time. He was going to claim Brooke Davis all over again, and he wasn't going to go down without a fight.
It had been too long since they last had shared such an intimate caress, and, both having been denied such a pleasure, they were both desperate to make up for every second they had lost. Soon they were kissing frantically, their hands going up and down each other's bodies, and they were so tightly pressed against each other, it was difficult to tell where Brooke ended and Lucas began.
Brooke and Lucas only broke apart when their need to breathe was too great for them to ignore it. Both were panting, and Brooke's hair was mussed while her lips were swollen from his frantic kisses. "Luke-" she began, but he cut her off.
"I love you", he said simply. "And I was a damned fool to let you go, Brooke. I know cheating on you is inexcusable, but we all make mistakes and that was mine. I was silly and dumb and stupid and I know I shouldn't even be thinking of asking you to give me a second chance, but please come back to me, Brooke. I want to prove to you that I love you and only you. I need you in my life".
Once more tears bubbled up on Brooke's eyes, but she smiled in between them, her million watt smile making him fall in love with her all over again. "I love you", she said, launching herself into his arms. "I love you so much!"
You've been down on yourself thinking something was wrong
Wondering why love has never found you
Don't you know it's been right here all along?
If only you look around you
It's here, it's now
Open your eyes and see it
Right here, right now
Open your eyes to love
Brooke and Lucas spent the night together. Not making love, for it was too soon for that, but just catching up. They talked, shared quiet laughs (for Karen didn't know her son had a guest for the night) and cuddled, Lucas's arms wrapped firmly around Brooke's thin waist. Right now, Brooke was lying fully clothed on top of Lucas's body, caressing his chest, while Lucas lazily drew patterns on the soft skin of her lower back, breathing in the light scent of honey and vanilla that came from her hair and creamy skin.
"This is nice", Brooke purred, her voice almost a reverent whisper, and felt a deep rumble resonating from under her.
Lucas kissed her hair lovingly. "It is", he replied with a smile. And then added, "I missed this, you know? Just having you in my arms. I mean, the sex was always great, but the afterwards… It was even better. It made me feel closer to the goddess that is Brooke Davis".
Brooke giggled and kissed his Adam's apple. "So did I", she whispered.
Lucas had opened his mouth to tell her he loved her for the numberless time that evening when an angry pounding at his door broke the night's joyful peace. The newly-reunited lovers looked at each other, Brooke curious, Lucas exasperated. "Who do you think it is?" She whispered, looking over her shoulder at the door.
"Hopefully not Haley", he whispered rolling his eyes. "GO AWAY!" He yelled, and then brought Brooke closer. "Let's keep quiet and maybe whoever it is will get a clue and leave us. Tonight it's only us".
"Oh I like the way you think", she bit back a giggle and kissed him.
Lucas kissed her back, but fell back with an angry groan when the pounding came again, harder and louder. However, it came now followed of a female screech. "LUCAS, OPEN UP! IT'S ME!"
As they both recognized the voice, the blond felt his girlfriend stiffening immediately over him, and started massaging her back to get her to relax once again. "Since I don't want mom to wake up, I think we should get a rain check on the alone time to answer the unexpected guest", he whispered, his eyes looking reassuringly into hers. Then a malicious sparkle lit up his eyes. "Come on, let's open it and flaunt our not so new love".
Relaxing under his skilled hands, Brooke let out a small giggle while a twin devious sparkle rose into her own eyes. "I so love the way you think".
He grinned at her. "I know you do, babe".
Her hand was hurting thanks to her furious pounding on the wooden door when the tall curly-haired blonde heard it squeak open. She stormed in, her pretty face clouded by a dark scowl, as she glared at the taller boy who looked ready to sleep. She had just found out – through a furious-looking Stephanie Tyler, a.k.a. bitch princess – that Lucas was going to skip town, and had run to his house to find out when he planned to let her know that.
So, when the door was squeaked open, the blonde bolted in, ready to yell him a piece of her mind, but the sight of his companion made her freeze in her spot.
The petite brunette had an arm casually wrapped around his waist, while an arm of his rested lazily over her shoulders. They stood there, glowing in their all-exclusive glory, and, with a brief, embarrassed glance at the obviously smitten couple, Peyton Elizabeth Sawyer knew that Brooke Penelope Davis, a.k.a. bitch queen, and Lucas Eugene Scott were, once again and more than ever, a couple.
Peyton's attentive eyes (eyes used to catch every little detail to picture them at her sketches) drank in the way they were clinging to each other, their body language and the definite proof of their togetherness: Brooke was once again wearing Lucas's beloved gray hoodie, carrying it around proudly with the attitude of a queen.
The curly blonde was shocked to say the least with this new development. Since the last installment of their relationship had been Brooke's angry declaration of rather dating devil himself than having a go at it with Lucas once again, she was surprised to say the least to say the head cheerleader at the blond Scott brother's room.
Brooke then fixed stone-cold eyes at her former best friend, her attitude openly hostile. "It's pretty late to knock at a boy's bedroom's door, even for your standards, Sawyer", she spat disdainfully.
Lucas's fingers found a patch of exposed skin and squeezed it lightly, warningly. "Behave, baby", he told her in a tone that was half-warning, half-joking. She then turned glaring eyes at him and did not back down. She was still mad at Peyton to go at it with her boyfriend and there was no way in hell for Lucas to convince her to give the 3B (blonde backstabbing bitch) a second shot at their friendship.
Trying to ignore the sharp pain Brooke's cold words caused her, Peyton didn't answer her, instead turning to Lucas. "I've heard you're going skip town in the morning", she said, with a cool voice. However, with the knowledge of ten years of close friendship, Brooke noticed the barely concealed hint of pain in Peyton's tone. She then turned eyes to Lucas, carefully watching his body language.
For the first time since she had first laid claim on Lucas as her boyfriend, Brooke felt totally sure of his feelings for her and for the blonde standing in front of her. His eyes were relaxed and happy, his shoulders at ease and his features open and earnest. Long gone was the sparkle of amazed fascination Lucas's eyes held whenever they were turned towards Peyton, replaced now with a shine of happiness, briefly clouded by regret as he heard her words.
"You heard it right. And damn, can't anyone in this town keep a secret a secret?" He said playfully to her girlfriend, and she giggled in a low voice. Peyton was breathlessly blown away by the love shining openly inside of his eyes when they met Brooke's hazel ones. "Unfortunately, yes, I am leaving Tree Hill. Keith needs me. He's the father Dan never found in his heart to be for me, and he needs me right now. But I'm coming back".
"Damn right you are", Brooke growled playfully. "Otherwise I'll hunt you down and kick your ass".
Lucas chuckled and Peyton rolled her eyes at such a display of affection. She then turned to Brooke. "And what are you doing here, Brooke?" She asked with hesitant voice.
However, before Brooke could answer, Lucas did it for her. "I don't think this is your business", he said evenly. "Whatever my girlfriend and I do when we're together matters only to my girlfriend and me".
Brooke turned with a smirk. "You heard the boyfriend".
Peyton looked completely and utterly shocked – and the wide-eyed look in her face seemed so hilariously funny to Brooke that the beautiful brunette broke into a fit of giggles. Lucas let out a brief chuckle as well, and then turned to his curly blonde ex. "Is there anything else?"
Peyton was too surprised and perplexed with the turn of events, and with the depth of the closeness between the beautifully stunning couple, to notice she had been just brushed off. Brooke lifted her hand and caressed Lucas's warm cheek, and he leaned into her touch.
An older smooth female voice broke into the silence of the male room. "What's going on here?" Karen Roe opened the door and walked into the room, her lips curling in a smile. "Brooke!"
Brooke turned to her boyfriend's mother with a smile. "Hey, Karen", she slid her hand off from his face and went to hug Karen.
Still smiling, Karen hugged close the girl she had come to love as her own daughter. "Hey, sweetie", she said, kissing her cheek, and stepped away, as Brooke went back to the arms of the blond boy she loved so deeply. "So, what are you doing here? If you're keeping Luke company, that's very nice of you".
Brooke let out a tiny giggle. "You wanna break the news to her and shall I?" She asked her boyfriend with a glimmer of excitement inside her eyes, and he smiled.
"Go ahead, pretty girl, I know you're dying to do it".
Brooke rolled her eyes. "Oh you know me so well", she giggled once more. "See, Karen, I'm gonna be a frequent visitor to this room during the summer, if that's fine with you".
"It sure is, honey". Karen asked lifting an eyebrow gracefully. "But can I ask why is that?"
Lucas and Brooke flashed each other a loving meaningful grin, and he squeezed her hand, turning to his mother. "Mom…"
Karen however interrupted him by raising a silencing hand. "No need. It's written all over you, guys. I'm so happy for you two. But treat her right this time, Luke. She deserves it".
"Don't worry, mom. I intend to do it, for the rest of my life", he smiled at her, an arm wrapped firmly around Brooke's thin waist.
Peyton noticed her presence had slipped out everyone's minds, and quietly left the room.
Since there was only a few hours left before Lucas went away with Keith to Charleston, Karen, Lucas and Brooke decided to raid the kitchen and put some breakfast together. The two teenagers and the adult spent what was left of the night laughing, talking and eating, and Brooke remembered how she loved those moments, when she got to be pampered by Lucas's mother, whom she loved more than her own mother.
And soon the night that had started so badly came to a bittersweet end. Brooke wrapped her arms around Lucas's waist, her heart breaking with the thought of him leaving to Charleston. Karen noticed her son needed some alone time with his girlfriend and quietly left the two teenagers to their own devices.
Lucas held Brooke close, his forehead resting lightly against her, his fingers massaging a bare patch of skin. He quietly sang off key.
Love has been right by your side, so close that you couldn't see
If love could speak, it would shout to the skies
I've always been here, I'll always be here
I'm here, I'm now
Open your eyes and see me
Right here, right now
Open your eyes to love
Open your mind to love
Open your heart to love
Brooke smiled as Lucas sang, her eyes slowly filling with joyfully bittersweet tears. "Oh dear God, we're so cheesy", she said as she shook her head lightly.
"We are", he agreed. "But it's a good cheesy, right?" He asked with a grin.
"Definitely the best cheesy", she shot back with a smile, and snuggled deeply into his arms. "I am so going to miss you", she whispered, her voice thick with the tears she was fighting so desperately hard to keep at bay.
He felt her pain as well, felt her sadness and tears prickling behind his own eyes. He had just found his way back to her, just to lose her all over again thanks to his own stupidity. He didn't want to go, he wanted to stay and spend the summer with the love of his life, but his uncle needed him. "I love you, pretty girl".
"Love you, Luke".
T.B.C