Summary: He loved her, when he asked her to marry him. He loved her, when they stood at the alter and said "I Do". He loved her, when he found her sitting on the steps outside the reception and told her that he still was in love with her. He loved her, when she broke his heart and said she'd never loved him. He would always love her.

A/N: So no I shouldn't be writing another story but at the moment Life As We Know It is on hiatus for the main fact that I can't think. As for my none OTH stories. I'm working on them. In fact several of them have almost complete chapters. Always Love has like three more paragraphs before having another chapter. And I don't have much longer for NTL.

This story is a little different for two reasons. A) It's a different approach to Brooke in my stories and B) I'm not sure if Brucas will be endgame. FYI, the song doesn't go in order and it's called Six Underground by Sneaker Pimps. Enjoy and review.

Chapter 1

Six Underground

Take me down

6 underground

The ground beneath your feet

Laid out lowNothing to go

Nowhere a way to meet.

I've got a head full of drought

Down here, so far off

Losing out, round here

She brushed past without a second glance and gave her friend a quick hug and peck on the cheek before leaving the party.

"Congratulations." she mumbled and escaped outside her dark, blue dress rustling as she retreated to the cold, dark world.

He shouldn't have followed but it was practically inevitable. She needed him or maybe he needed her, either way they needed each other because he felt as if he had just made the worst decision a person could make. She called after him asking where he was going, her voice rang through his ears as he mumbled an excuse about having to call his mother.

He spotted her immediately, her blue dress was shimmering in the moonlight, like she did. Her dark tresses pulled back in some sort of messy bun she had complained about between kisses earlier that night. She looked up and nodded when he sat down.

"Brooke-" he started to saw only to be cut off by her slow, drugging kiss. He placed his hand on the back of her neck and felt it ended to quickly when she pulled away. She gave him a fake smile and ran her fingers through his hair.

"I don't love you anymore, Lucas. Go back to your new wife." she said finally and stood up to leave. He felt tears prick his eyes as she ran down the steps and away from him.

He looked up to see Peyton walking towards him, her face etched with confusion and worry. He looked at the heavy, white dress. It hung loose where it would have hugged her tightly. Her blonde hair was pulled back with a large white flower clip. Her lips a shocking red that made her face whitewashed. She wasn't the woman he truly wanted but she was the woman he had chosen. So he took her hand and let her lead him back to their wedding reception.

Brooke watched from the sidelines as the girl who was supposed to be her best friend took the boy she loved away from her. It was ironic, she had been that girl once. Taking him away from someone who loved him, yet there she was watching from the sidelines. They were perfect, she mused. They would always be perfect. They would have perfect children and she would still be there watching from the sidelines as the bitter, old "Aunt Brooke".

Calm me down

Bring it round

Too way high off your street

I can see like nothing else

In me you're better than I wanna be.

Peyton kissed him passionately and pushed the black tuxedo jacket off his shoulders. He stayed still momentarily as her lips trailed down his cheeks, his neck, his shoulder. Little marks of red lipstick lay were her kisses were. He finally gave in and kissed her back, she giggled against his mouth and unbuttoned his shirt with nimble fingers.

He reached behind her and unzipped the expensive gown, she stepped out and he for the second time that night wished it was Brooke who's body he was exploring. He carefully set her down on the bed and kissed both her cheeks before giving her what she wanted. They were married, right? So why did it feel like such a chore to make love to Peyton-his wife. Their love should have made him overjoyed yet he felt sick.

Peyton ran her fingers down his chest, she loved it when he slept. He looked perfect, they were perfect. She smiled their night had been amazing. It was if whatever had been separating them, causing them to drift apart had broke.

They were back to being happy. They were Peyton and Lucas, their epic love story was forever. She sat up and traced a heart on his cheek and smiled, she touched her swollen lips and tousled hair. She ran her finger over her wedding band and then his own. They were married.

Overground, watch this space

I'm open to falling from grace.

A reek of alcohol. Sound of snoring. Warmth of a body laying clumsily over her own. Brooke had made this mistake one time to many. She rolled out from under her "friends" arm and slipped out of the bed letting the sheet fall over him. Her eyes were hazy and tired from the amount of alcohol consumed the night before. She crouched down and searched for the dress she had wore the night before. A hand snaked out and pulled her closer to the bed.

"Hey, leaving so soon? Didn't even catch your name last night." a husky voice whispered. She smirked and pulled her clothes back on, before turning to face him. She leaned over and kissed him before standing up to leave.

"By the way. My name's Brooke." she called over her shoulder and walked out leaving him to attempt to remember how she got in his bed. Brooke let the fake, sexy smile droop from her face and headed out to face the harsh, mean world. She scowled at her reflection, her hair was a disaster, her dress was wrinkled and her makeup was blotchy. Her life was at it's worse and for some distinct reason she didn't see it getting better.

Talk me down, safe and sound, too

Strung up to sleep

Wear me out

Scream and shout

Swear my time's never cheap

She had never walked naked in front of him like she was. She had always thought it was bad taste to drink alcohol in the morning. She had never acted the way she was at that very moment. For some people it would've excited them, it would've made them grab her and throw her on the bed to make love to all morning and night.

But for Lucas Scott it only made him more aware of how she laughed to loudly when she was drunk and walking in heels didn't come as easily for her and how she slouched to kiss him and always wore too much perfume. He didn't notice that when he looked away she would stare at him to see if he liked it. He didn't notice how she took extra sips just to show him she was fun.

He had loved the girl she had been before, the moody, sarcastic girl. She was a shell of her now. In her place was an insecure, designer wearing, replica. Lucas complimented her on her beauty and her wit. But deep down they both knew it was a lie.

I fake my life like I've lived;

Too much

I take whatever you're given;

Not enough