Disclaimer: I don't own any of the OTH characters. Fortunately for Sophia Bush she own Chad Michael Murray. Congrats! I was rooting for you the whole time
A/N: This is a Brucus story, taking place after The Search For Something More. (The one where Peyton gets drugged up, Brooke being the smart one calls for Lucas's help, he beats the crap out of the guy and in the night Lucas and Brooke get close.) They aren't together yet, but they will eventually.
Summary: Brooke POV.
Story
"That worked out well, huh?" She questioned herself as she walked down the hall and into the kitchen, where the air smelled of sugar and flour. A she entered she saw a medium built man, with snow-white hair. It was Bernard, her usual Chuffer cooking her favorite, chocolate chip pancakes with hot, melted chocolate syrup.
"Long night?" He asked without turning to look at her.
"Just the usual." She said hopping unto the stool.
"Well, in that case it was probably eventful, not to mention tiring, not to worry, there's nothing that one batch of my pancakes can't cure," the old man said with a crooked smile.
She nodded, and began poking absentmindedly at the pancakes as if they were filled with laxatives.
"Ah well, this must be serious if your not even tempted."
She moved her mouth around in an attempt to talk but all she could do was sigh heavily.
"Your not going to leave the old man hanging are ya?"
She couldn't help but let out a slight chuckle. Bernard always tries his best to sound hip, but it kind of sounds ridiculous coming from a 69 year old British man. Brooke knew it was just a trick to make her laugh and as usual he succeeded.
He tilted his head and gave her a narrow look out of his left eye.
She just gave in.
"It nothing, just...it just seems like I never get what I want."
"Now that's not true, look around, look at this house, Tigger your far better off than most people."
"And what do I have to show for it? Do you think I want all this? I would gladly trade this all for a chance at happiness."
"You should be grateful, your parents-"
"Before you read me the riot act, let me save you the trouble." She got up and headed for the stairs.
"Your parent called."
"Where are they now?" She said still continuing her steady pace up the long stairs.
"New Zealand."
"And the miles just keep on coming."
"They send their love...they said they missed you."
"Sure."
"They said they'll be home soon."
"Joy." She said in the most sarcastic possible manner.
She entered her very spacious room and plopped down on her king size bed. She looked at the picture of her and her mom and dad when she was younger.
"Those were the days huh?"
She turned and faced the ceiling.
"And they say I have it all...who are they joking?"
A/N: I know it's short but I just wanted you to get the feel of Brooke situation, I promise I'll turn up the heat soon enough.