A/N: This is my first fanfic. The couples are: Brucas, Naley, Leyton I guess .

Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN OTH. If I did Lucas would make up his mind on who he wants to be with Brooke, Nathan would be right here feeding me grapes, Mouth would be teaching me how to dance. Brooke would be my ultimate shopping buddy, Haley would teach me how to sing, Rachel would my partner in crime, Peyton would be with Jake, and thats...its.. xD

Oh yeah. The title and plot belongs to Linda Howard. The new version belongs to moi and me. I hope you enjoy it!!!

My name is Brooke Davis, and I'm trying my very hardest to get married, but it seems that the Fates don't want that to happen. Stupid bitches...

I sat at the dining room table and stared at the calander, checking open dates against the multitude of schedules spread across the table: my schedule, Lucas' schedule, Haley's and Nathan's schedule, my parent's schedule, Karen's schedule...and etc..etc..etc. All I know is that the amount of schedules wouldn't end anytime soon. There was no good open dates for everyone until the day AFTER Christmas, which was not going to happen I can tell you that much. If I were to have my anniversaries the day after Christmas they would suck. Why? Because Lucas would have already have given me all the good stuff he could think of. So...NO WAY. I will not sabotage myself to that.

"You're huffing and puffing," Lucas observed without looking up from the report he was reading.

I assumed it was some sort of police report since my Lucas is a cop, a lieutenany at that. But I decided not to ask, since I would just go and read them when he went to the bathroom or something like that, where he would be back in a short amount of time, but long enough for me to at least gaze at the reports. You would be amazed what some people would do, people you never expected in a million years think would get up to such hijinks; my eyes have been opened since I began dating Lucas again. There are alot of good benefits to dating a cop, especially one thats pretty high up on the rank.

"You'd be huffing and puffing, too, if you were trying to deal with all these schedules instead of sitting over there reading over some stupid piece of paper"

"I'm working", he retorted, confiriming that he was indeed reading some police report.

I hoped it was something juicy, and that he'll leave it unattended while he went somewhere...else. "And you wouldn't have any problems with schedules if you do what I suggested" Luke continued.

Wanna know what his suggestion is? His suggestion was to get married at some tacky wedding chapel and without flowers, friends, the colors: pink and white, around me. So..I can deal with the wedding chapel, but having tried to pack for a special event before, I've learned a hard lesson: you always forget something! I do not want to spend my wedding day rushing around trying to find a replacement for something I forgotten.

"Or we can get married at the courtyard here"

I love Lucas Eugene Scott. I really do.. but he doesn't have a romantic bone in his body, but neither do I, so I guess its okay, but I wanted pictures to show our children. I want them to say "Aw..mother you looked delightful". Maybe they wouldn't say that..but something close to it. I can't wait until I have children. Me, Brooke Davis (soon to be Scott) is just 21 years old, but already my best friend Haley James Scott has a young boy named James Daniel Scott who is just cute as can be and he's only two months old. The sooner I get married, the sooner I can have my own mini James.

"I'm beginning to think me and you will never get married," I said with a frown, as I tossed my neon pink pen on the table.

Without moving from his sprawled, relaxing position, Lucas gave me a look. The You-got-to-be-kidding-me look. "If its too much for you, I'll handle the details," he said. He had a slight laughter in his tone, meaning he loved to see me in my weak moment. He wanted to marry me, I know it because he wouldn't have bent down on one knee and proposed to me so sweetly that I started to cry. And believe me when I say I am not a crier. Lucas then game me a smirk. "You'll be Brooke Scott before the week is out".

"Since its Tuesday already, thats----" I had to stop myself then and there as I replayed what he said over and over in my head. My brown eyes looked down at my piece of paper that had the bright pink writing that belonged to me on it. I then looked back up at him in horror. "I can't marry you".

Lucas Eugene Scott, police lieutenant, former New York basketball star, alpha male, the man who had one day kissed my former best friend Peyton behind my back, all-around tough laid-back guy, and the man I adored, bent down and banged his head against the table. "Why me?" he muttered. Bang. "Why?". Bang. Why do I have to pay?".

You would think that he would have asked me why I couldn't marry him, but he had to be a smart ass, just like his father..but I won't get into that about Dan. Actually, I think he was just trying to out drama me. You should know that I live in Tree Hill, North Carolina. Its the only Tree Hill in the United States, so we usually say 'there is only One Tree Hill, that has all the drama that little city has'. Its true as well, but like I said...won't go into it.

I crossed my arms under my breast and glared at him as I gave a cute pout. It isn't my fault that I'm so sexy when I pout. Lucas might have been a tough guy on the outside, but he was still a male..and males adore women that are sexy, so of course he stopped in the middle of banging his head on the table and stared at me in the face, a lust fall gaze in his deep blue eyes. The pool of blues went to my face to my face and down to stare at my legs before he looked back up at my face and licked his lips slowly. It seemed he got back connected when he glared at me.

"You did that on purpose," he accused in false anger.

"I'm sexy," I pointed out. I love saying that because both me and him know its true, which is what attracted most sleeze balls to my court in hight school.

Lucas sat up from the table and stared at me in the eyes, before crossing his own arms onto his chest. "Okay..so..why can't you marry me? But before you answer, I want you to know that I do plan on marrying you Brooke Davis, even if I have to kidnap you and haul your little ass to Las Vegas".

"Las Vegas?" I sputtered. "Ew..no! Britney put Las Vegas at the top of the tacky list when she got married there".

Lucas put his hand on his mouth and closed his eyes to keep himself from laughing. After a few seconds, he got himself together and cleared his throat. "You're right, besides Britney Spears is pretty tacky herself".

I had to frown on that. Just because I said Britney put the tacky into a Las Vegas wedding, didn't mean that he could say that she, herself was tacky. I quickly stood up ignoring the sheet of paper that fell onto the floor and glared at my rival at the moment. "Britney is my idol! And you have no right to talk about her, just because you like people with the names like The Darkness...and..and..Fall out Boys!". Okay..so she loved Fall Out Boys as well, but that didn't mean he had to talk about Britney, did it? I was so pissed right now, I didn't even care. "So if you don't like my taste of music maybe you should go back and be with that backstabbing bitch Peyton!". Oops...that came out by accident.

Lucas didn't do what I would expect him to do and get angry but instead he laughed, which damanged my already big ego at the moment. How could he laugh at me? I was suppose to be pissed at him. I quickly walked over to tell him what exactly what was on my mind but before I could get what I wanted to say out, he kissed me. A soft..sweet..sexy kiss, a most breath taking one at that. I kiss him back before pushing him off of me and frowning as he saw me weak once more. "I still can't marry you".

Now Lucas was slightly pissed at my drama I was creating. He stood in front of me, his level eye browns drawn together in a V over his nose. He's six feet, so when he stands over me..its quite scary. "In the animal kingdom, the male marks his territory by pissing on them I just want to marry you. Take. Your. Pick.".

My hair stood on the ends, since I had no idea what to say to that..well yeah I do. "Don't you dare piss on me" I shrieked in rage. With that said we both laughed out loud, at the silly argument. Luke was the first one to stop laughing, he just stared at me with his eyes the lust back in his eyes. This time I was the first one to make the first move. I kissed him with passion as I wrapped my arms around his neck pulling him closer to me. In a matter of seconds, we were both in my bedroom and our clothes were scattered on the floor.

"I love you, " he said before making his way inside me gently, before I moaned his name softly in his ear as I remember all the times, we've done this in high school. I dug my nails into his shoulders and tightened my legs on his hips trying to hold him still even though my heartbeat was beating it seems a million times a minute. My eyes were closed as he went deeper making me and him moan each other's names in extreme pleasure.

Thirty Minutes later, we were both happy, exhausted, and sweaty. Lucas looked into my face and smiled before reaching out to smooth a strand of my hair out of my face and then sitting up in the bed to stare at a wall. "We're getting married, Brooke. Both of us: me and you, know that. I want to get married within the month, I want you by my side so moments like this come everyday and not just when I decide to spend the night at your apartment".

I had no clue what to say and just nodded before I wrapped the sheets around me as I just stared at the back of his back. I felt a smirk come onto my face as I licked my dry lips slowly. "How about a bet?".

A/N: Well..did you love it?

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