Title: Remember to Breathe
Chapter: 1- Breathe in for Luck
Author: rebelballerina22
Summary: Brooke/Lucas. Set right after "With Arms Outstretched". Lucas gives it a try with Brooke, but not everything can be perfect.
Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own anything remotely related to One Tree Hill. Or anything else, for that matter. The title for this fic is from a Dashboard song, and the chapter title are lyrics from their song "Hands Down" which played in the Pilot episode. Please review, and easy with the flames, I'm sensitive.
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Lucas stands there in the middle of the room between the two girls with sweat beginning to glisten on his brow. He continues to look back and forth trying to analyze the situation in his head.
"I hold both of their hearts in my hands," Lucas thinks to himself, "If I choose one, then I crush the other. But maybe one is worth giving up if it les me have a chance to love the other..."
His thoughts drift back to the present when Peyton begins to speak.
"Look, I clearly walked in on something. Wrong place at the wrong time, I guess, so I'm just gonna go. Since obviously I'm the one that crashed."
Peyton runs out the door, tears beginning to form in her ice blue eyes. She leaves before she lets them fall astray for all to see.
"Peyton, wait!" Lucas exclaims as he runs outside to catch her.
Brooke just stands there, hurt. Pain haunts her large hazel eyes. She runs off to the other room to retrieve her things.
Meanwhile, outside...
"Peyton, will you just hear me out?" Lucas asks.
"No, I can't. Lucas, I just poured my heart out to you, and I guess now you don't feel the same way seeing as how you were about to sleep with Brooke! God, I'm so embarrassed."
"You are just making all sorts of assumptions. I thought you knew me better than that," Lucas says disappointedly, "But I guess not."
"Yeah, I guess not," Peyton echoes, "Lucas, just forget I ever came here tonight."
With that said, Peyton climbs into her convertible and speeds off leaving Lucas standing there in the driveway.
Moments later, Brooke comes running out, and the next thing Lucas knows is that she's about to leave too.
"Woah! Brooke, hold on!" Lucas says running up and grabbing her arm to stop her.
"Lucas, I'm sick of this. I'm tired of playing second fiddle, and I can't do it anymore," Brooke says, the light breeze blowing her chocolate locks away from her face.
"What are you talking about?" Lucas asks, confused.
"C'mon Lucas, you know exactly what I mean. If I had been the one running away, you would never have gone after me, would you?" Brooke asks, a lone tear escaping and rolling down her cheek.
"God, Brooke, how can you say that?" Lucas asks stepping closer to her, "Of course I would have. Because you, Brooke Davis, you have shown me a side of you that no one else has seen before. You've given me a taste of who you are, and I'm dying to find out more about this sweet, funny, intelligent girl right in front of me."
"You forgot 'sexy'," Brooke reminds him.
Lucas lets out a small laugh and steps as close as possible to Brooke. He wipes away her tears, his hand lingering on her cheek for a moment.
Brooke's hand comes up and rests on top of his, trapping it to her skin.
Their eyes lock, and for a moment the two forget about the biting cold. They stand there just gazing into each other's eyes; Lucas' bright blues and Brooke's warm brown ones. And for a moment it's just... peace.
After awhile, Lucas is the first to break the silence.
"Do you want to come back in? I could make us some hot cocoa and we could finish playing Madden 2003."
"The hot cocoa sounds good, but video games again? I'm thinking of something better we can do," Brooke says playfully, while pulling on Lucas' arm leading him back inside, "Plus, ya know, it's no fun winning the whole time. I mean, geez, Scott, you've got no game!"
"Oh, I've got game alright," Lucas says in a low, husky whisper.
"Prove it," Brooke says her voice matching his tone.
Lucas picks Brooke up, throws her over his shoulder.
"Lucas! Put me down!" Brooke screams with delight.
"No way!" Lucas says and runs to the living room, where he plops her down on the couch, proceeding to tickle her.
"Lucas!" Brooke exclaims, laughing.
"Who's got game now, huh?" Lucas asks not letting up.
They continue to laugh as Lucas tickles Brooke.
"What the hell's going on here?" Keith asks walking into the room.
"Um... we were just..." Lucas stutters.
"About to get some hot cocoa. Want some?" Brooke says, saving Lucas from a long explanation.
"No thanks," Keith answers, "It's getting late, so I'm gonna hit the hay. See you in the morning, Luke. Night, Brooke."
"Night," the two say simultaneously.
Brooke follows Lucas into the kitchen, where he starts to make their drinks. Brooke sits herself on the counter, watching as his hands move with grace and intensity.
"Are you just gonna sit there, or are you gonna help me?" Lucas asks, smirking at her.
"I'd love to help, really, but me in the kitchen? Please, the last time I tried to cook was in 2nd grade with my Easy Bake Oven. Let's just say I added a little too much cake mix. I was never the same after that," Brooke says with mock seriousness.
Lucas laughs at the thought of Brooke in 2nd grade with an Easy Bake Oven.
"It's not funny! See this?" Brooke says pulling back the left sleeve of her sweatshirt exposing an inch long scar on the inside of her wrist. "This is from when I tried to make chocolate chip cookies. My parents were out of town again and Peyton wanted to cheer me up by having a sleep over and we were baking cookies. So, I said that I'd get them out of the oven and I burned my arm on the cookie pan. It hurt like hell and left a nasty scar, but we were home alone at my house so we couldn't get help. I was bawling and screaming and then Peyton said, 'It's ok, Brooke. I'm here for you.' We've been best friends ever since."
The two both grow quiet at the mention of their absent friend.
Silent tears start to fall down Brooke's cheeks. Lucas notices and walks over, putting his arms around her.
"Brooke," he starts.
"No, Lucas, please don't. I mean, what's gonna happen to our friendship. Peyton ... she's like family. She's all I've got," says Brooke as more tears start to spill out over her flushed cheeks.
"You have me," Lucas says quietly.
Brooke looks into his eyes and smiles.
"Thanks," she says reaching for his hand.
"No prob," Lucas says squeezing her hand for reassurance.
"So, do you have any battle scars?" Brooke asks wiping away her tears with the back of her hand, lightening the mood.
"Actually, I do,"Lucas says rolling back his sleeve of his shirt, where there's a long scar on his forearm. "It was my first summer working at the garage. I didn't exactly know how to work the lift so..."
"Ouch," Brooke says running her fingers over the fading scar.
"Ya know, call me crazy, but I think there's something sexy about scars."
"Sexy?" Lucas asks giving her a weird look.
"Yeah! I'm serious! I mean, they all have a story behind them, and they're so..."
"Intriguing?" Lucas supplies.
'Exactly," Brooke says, smiling.
Lucas opens his mouth to say something, when the microwave goes off. With a look of disappointment, he goes over to it and takes out their mugs. He hands one over to Brooke and places it in he tiny hands.
She takes a first sip. Ok, make that gulp. After a few seconds, realization kicks in and Brooke screams, nearly jumping off the counter. She slams her mug down, spilling some hot cocoa.
"Hot, hot!" Brooke exclaims, jumping down from the counter and running to the sink where she turns on the tap and sticks her mouth underneath, letting the cold water run into it.
"Well, duh, Brooke. That's why it's called HOT cocoa," Lucas says laughing a little at Brooke's expense.
Brooke turns off the faucet and turns off the faucet and turns to face him, angrily, "So not funny, Scott."
"Oh, come on, it can't be that bad. Come here, let me see."
Brooke comes closer until she's standing right in front of Lucas. She sticks out her tongue for him to inspect the damage.
"Cute," Lucas says, laughing, "Let me make it all better."
Lucas closes the distance between their lips.
Chapter: 1- Breathe in for Luck
Author: rebelballerina22
Summary: Brooke/Lucas. Set right after "With Arms Outstretched". Lucas gives it a try with Brooke, but not everything can be perfect.
Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own anything remotely related to One Tree Hill. Or anything else, for that matter. The title for this fic is from a Dashboard song, and the chapter title are lyrics from their song "Hands Down" which played in the Pilot episode. Please review, and easy with the flames, I'm sensitive.
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Lucas stands there in the middle of the room between the two girls with sweat beginning to glisten on his brow. He continues to look back and forth trying to analyze the situation in his head.
"I hold both of their hearts in my hands," Lucas thinks to himself, "If I choose one, then I crush the other. But maybe one is worth giving up if it les me have a chance to love the other..."
His thoughts drift back to the present when Peyton begins to speak.
"Look, I clearly walked in on something. Wrong place at the wrong time, I guess, so I'm just gonna go. Since obviously I'm the one that crashed."
Peyton runs out the door, tears beginning to form in her ice blue eyes. She leaves before she lets them fall astray for all to see.
"Peyton, wait!" Lucas exclaims as he runs outside to catch her.
Brooke just stands there, hurt. Pain haunts her large hazel eyes. She runs off to the other room to retrieve her things.
Meanwhile, outside...
"Peyton, will you just hear me out?" Lucas asks.
"No, I can't. Lucas, I just poured my heart out to you, and I guess now you don't feel the same way seeing as how you were about to sleep with Brooke! God, I'm so embarrassed."
"You are just making all sorts of assumptions. I thought you knew me better than that," Lucas says disappointedly, "But I guess not."
"Yeah, I guess not," Peyton echoes, "Lucas, just forget I ever came here tonight."
With that said, Peyton climbs into her convertible and speeds off leaving Lucas standing there in the driveway.
Moments later, Brooke comes running out, and the next thing Lucas knows is that she's about to leave too.
"Woah! Brooke, hold on!" Lucas says running up and grabbing her arm to stop her.
"Lucas, I'm sick of this. I'm tired of playing second fiddle, and I can't do it anymore," Brooke says, the light breeze blowing her chocolate locks away from her face.
"What are you talking about?" Lucas asks, confused.
"C'mon Lucas, you know exactly what I mean. If I had been the one running away, you would never have gone after me, would you?" Brooke asks, a lone tear escaping and rolling down her cheek.
"God, Brooke, how can you say that?" Lucas asks stepping closer to her, "Of course I would have. Because you, Brooke Davis, you have shown me a side of you that no one else has seen before. You've given me a taste of who you are, and I'm dying to find out more about this sweet, funny, intelligent girl right in front of me."
"You forgot 'sexy'," Brooke reminds him.
Lucas lets out a small laugh and steps as close as possible to Brooke. He wipes away her tears, his hand lingering on her cheek for a moment.
Brooke's hand comes up and rests on top of his, trapping it to her skin.
Their eyes lock, and for a moment the two forget about the biting cold. They stand there just gazing into each other's eyes; Lucas' bright blues and Brooke's warm brown ones. And for a moment it's just... peace.
After awhile, Lucas is the first to break the silence.
"Do you want to come back in? I could make us some hot cocoa and we could finish playing Madden 2003."
"The hot cocoa sounds good, but video games again? I'm thinking of something better we can do," Brooke says playfully, while pulling on Lucas' arm leading him back inside, "Plus, ya know, it's no fun winning the whole time. I mean, geez, Scott, you've got no game!"
"Oh, I've got game alright," Lucas says in a low, husky whisper.
"Prove it," Brooke says her voice matching his tone.
Lucas picks Brooke up, throws her over his shoulder.
"Lucas! Put me down!" Brooke screams with delight.
"No way!" Lucas says and runs to the living room, where he plops her down on the couch, proceeding to tickle her.
"Lucas!" Brooke exclaims, laughing.
"Who's got game now, huh?" Lucas asks not letting up.
They continue to laugh as Lucas tickles Brooke.
"What the hell's going on here?" Keith asks walking into the room.
"Um... we were just..." Lucas stutters.
"About to get some hot cocoa. Want some?" Brooke says, saving Lucas from a long explanation.
"No thanks," Keith answers, "It's getting late, so I'm gonna hit the hay. See you in the morning, Luke. Night, Brooke."
"Night," the two say simultaneously.
Brooke follows Lucas into the kitchen, where he starts to make their drinks. Brooke sits herself on the counter, watching as his hands move with grace and intensity.
"Are you just gonna sit there, or are you gonna help me?" Lucas asks, smirking at her.
"I'd love to help, really, but me in the kitchen? Please, the last time I tried to cook was in 2nd grade with my Easy Bake Oven. Let's just say I added a little too much cake mix. I was never the same after that," Brooke says with mock seriousness.
Lucas laughs at the thought of Brooke in 2nd grade with an Easy Bake Oven.
"It's not funny! See this?" Brooke says pulling back the left sleeve of her sweatshirt exposing an inch long scar on the inside of her wrist. "This is from when I tried to make chocolate chip cookies. My parents were out of town again and Peyton wanted to cheer me up by having a sleep over and we were baking cookies. So, I said that I'd get them out of the oven and I burned my arm on the cookie pan. It hurt like hell and left a nasty scar, but we were home alone at my house so we couldn't get help. I was bawling and screaming and then Peyton said, 'It's ok, Brooke. I'm here for you.' We've been best friends ever since."
The two both grow quiet at the mention of their absent friend.
Silent tears start to fall down Brooke's cheeks. Lucas notices and walks over, putting his arms around her.
"Brooke," he starts.
"No, Lucas, please don't. I mean, what's gonna happen to our friendship. Peyton ... she's like family. She's all I've got," says Brooke as more tears start to spill out over her flushed cheeks.
"You have me," Lucas says quietly.
Brooke looks into his eyes and smiles.
"Thanks," she says reaching for his hand.
"No prob," Lucas says squeezing her hand for reassurance.
"So, do you have any battle scars?" Brooke asks wiping away her tears with the back of her hand, lightening the mood.
"Actually, I do,"Lucas says rolling back his sleeve of his shirt, where there's a long scar on his forearm. "It was my first summer working at the garage. I didn't exactly know how to work the lift so..."
"Ouch," Brooke says running her fingers over the fading scar.
"Ya know, call me crazy, but I think there's something sexy about scars."
"Sexy?" Lucas asks giving her a weird look.
"Yeah! I'm serious! I mean, they all have a story behind them, and they're so..."
"Intriguing?" Lucas supplies.
'Exactly," Brooke says, smiling.
Lucas opens his mouth to say something, when the microwave goes off. With a look of disappointment, he goes over to it and takes out their mugs. He hands one over to Brooke and places it in he tiny hands.
She takes a first sip. Ok, make that gulp. After a few seconds, realization kicks in and Brooke screams, nearly jumping off the counter. She slams her mug down, spilling some hot cocoa.
"Hot, hot!" Brooke exclaims, jumping down from the counter and running to the sink where she turns on the tap and sticks her mouth underneath, letting the cold water run into it.
"Well, duh, Brooke. That's why it's called HOT cocoa," Lucas says laughing a little at Brooke's expense.
Brooke turns off the faucet and turns off the faucet and turns to face him, angrily, "So not funny, Scott."
"Oh, come on, it can't be that bad. Come here, let me see."
Brooke comes closer until she's standing right in front of Lucas. She sticks out her tongue for him to inspect the damage.
"Cute," Lucas says, laughing, "Let me make it all better."
Lucas closes the distance between their lips.
