Guys, just let me explain first how these chapters go. Every chapter is a oneshot. So this story is like a couple of oneshots bunched together, based on different songs. EVERY CHAPTER IS A DIFFERENT SETTING. Every chapter is NOT connected with the other.

But, all of them will surely and are 100 BRUCAS! Some chapters may have a happy ending, some my not.

Anyways, here's the first.

23 of the Jimmy Eat World.

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"I now present to you, Graduates of Tree Hill High 2007- 2008"

All of the seniors threw their graduation caps in the air. I stood up to find Haley.

"Hales! We did it!"

"I know! Congratulations, Luke!"

"I can't believe it!"

"Me too! Listen, I have to go find Nathan. Hang on.'

I was left in the middle of the platform. I looked around and saw happy faces. Everyone was hugging each other and crying with tears of joy. Suddenly, I felt my world came to a stop.

Here we are- two friends at the middle of the stage staring awkwardly at each other, her hazel eyes with my blue ones. I certainly cannot deny the electricity when I felt her eyes on me. We just stared at each other's eyes, as if reading what's in each other's minds.

"She still looks beautiful as I will ever remember." I thought.

Finally, she flashed her dimpled smile and went up to hug me. I felt my lips crease into a smile as I feel her arms entangle around my neck. I breathed in her strawberry- scented perfume that I gave her last Christmas. It took me time to realize that we were hugging each other for quite a while now- not that I didn't like it. I just didn't think that we'll get to be this close to each other again after that. My thoughts were disrupted when I heard her sexy, raspy voice in m ear.

"Congratulations, Broody. Our dreams have finally come true."

"I know. Congrats, Cheery. We made it! I'm so proud of you."

We pulled away and just stared at each other with smiles on our faces. We didn't even realize that we were holding hands, until Bevin came in and ruined our moment.

"Anyways, Lucas, I have to get going. Bevin's calling me. I guess I'll just see you around." She started to let go but was unable to do so. Her back was turned against me now, but she felt the need to face me again. I guess it has occurred to her already that I wasn't letting go of her other hand.

"Lucas…"

"It's you, Brooke." I said, hoping she would get what I mean.

Then she had a look on her face- a look which, I don't know, was confused or surprised with what I have just said. Finally, she managed to let go of her hand as she was being pulled away by Bevin. Nevertheless, her eyes remained locked with mine. That was the last sight of her.

I felt for sure last night
That once we said goodbye
No one else will know these lonely dreams
No one else will know that part of me

Two years later, here I am in an apartment in New York, living in with my girlfriend since Senior Year, Peyton Sawyer. Don't get me wrong, I love Peyton. She's an amazing girl- with a heart of gold. But she is not "it" for me. I have known that since highschool. But Brooke is and she will always be "it."

Wondering why I'm still with Peyton? Ever since Brooke left with no goodbyes, I was hoping that loving Peyton would make it easier for me to forget Brooke. And I'm still hoping it would. But, no matter how hard I try to believe, I know I'll never forget everything about Brooke. The moment I forget about her would probably be the end of the world. But as long as the world madly spins on, I'll always never forget any inch of her- not when everything around me reminds me of her. Not when my memories are only of her. Not when my brain keeps comparing Peyton with her, though I know Brooke is way better. Not when my body only feels happiness with her. Not when my heart aches for her, and refuses to let anyone in but her.

I'm still driving away
And I'm sorry every day
I won't always love these selfish things
I won't always live...
Not stopping...

It's nearly midnight here in New York. I'm at our apartment's balcony, overlooking the whole city. I took out a piece of paper. I punched in some numbers and dialed them. I put my phone on my ear, hoping she would answer it. A few rings have passed and still nothing. After a few more, a raspy- voiced woman answered the phone.

"Hello?" she said.

I said nothing.

It was my turn to decide
I knew this was our time
No one else will have me like you do
No one else will have me, only you

"Lucas."

"Brooke."

"Lucas, is this you?"

"Yes. How are you?"

"I miss you- every single time. You have no idea."

"I think I do, 'cause I still miss you and love you, Brooke. So why run away? I was ready. I was ready to break up with Peyton and face all the consequences just to be with you,' I said, my voice croaking as tears started to fall.

"I have to, Lucas. It's for me. I have to get a fresh start, away from all the drama back there. Someone has to break the triangle, and it's me."

"I'm willing to fight for us, Brooke!"

"I know! But I've got dreams, Lucas! But I just want you to know how sorry I am. But I do not regret this. The only thing I regret is leaving you behind."

"So now that you've got your dreams, how is your life? Are you happy?"

"I'm not, ok? If that's what you want to hear. I'm incomplete. I thought I was happy. The fame, the fortune, the popularity…none of them can ever compensate for the love I have longed for. For you," she sobbed.

"I still love you," I said, closing my eyes. I can't stand hearing my Pretty Girl cry.

"I know. You know what, tell me something happy. Amuse me, Lucas Scott."

"I dreamt about you."

"Oh really? Did you make sure you took a cold shower after? Just kidding. What was it about?"

"Our family. A nice house, 3 kids- 2 girls and 1 boy."

"That's nice.' She said, somewhat sadly.

"I want it to happen, though."

"I know. Me too."

We fell into silence.

"Live with me.' I said.

"What?"

"Live with me. Leave Los Angeles, I'll leave New York. We could be together anywhere you want."

"Are you hearing yourself, Lucas? You know we can't."

"Why not?"

"This is my life now, Lucas! And that is yours! It's not that easy!"

"Is that all you're holding back for?"

"You know we can't, as much as we want to. I can't leave Chase as much as you can't leave Peyton."

We were silent again.

You'll sit alone forever
If you wait for the right time
What are you hoping for?
I'm here I'm now I'm ready
Holding on tight
Don't give away the end
The one thing that stays mine

"You can't be alone forever, you know?"

"I have Chase, you have Peyton."

"You know what I mean."

"I do. But we just can't find the right time."

"There's always the right time, Brooke. But if you're not willing to fight, then when will it be the right time?"

I hung up.

Amazing still it seems
I'll be 23
I won't always love what I'll never have
I won't always live in my regrets

February 4. It's exactly a month since that fateful midnight conversation. And this day, it is exactly a month before her birthday. I grabbed my coat and headed for a walk. I passed a couple of newsstands. The headlines are not new to me since the news is already out. I had just broken off the engagement with Peyton last week.

She has probably heard the news already, since it's all over the entertainment shows. I stopped by a television outside and it said, "Famous Novelist Called It Quits With Music Producer." Clearly, they were talking about me and Peyton. Finally, I had the guts to admit to her that I was using her to prevent myself from missing Brooke, and that our relationship is not working. She said she was hurt but she understood because she kind of figured out even from the start.

Bow this is a step I have done. I'm working on my way to get my Pretty Girl back. It's either now or never. I still remember the time when I first broke to her the news.

"Brooke?"

"Yes. Lucas, hurry up. I'm busy."

"I broke it off with Peyton today."

"Oh…I'm sorry."

"I'm not. I did it for us."

"Lucas, can I call you back. Now's not the right time."

"Then when will it be?' I asked, but she hung up.

You'll sit alone forever
If you wait for the right time
What are you hoping for?

March 4. It's her birthday. I was lying on my bed, watching the television when I stumbled upon the "E! News". There was my Pretty Girl…with Chase. The news said, "Looks like multi- millionaire Chase Adams has just got engaged with famous designer, Brooke Davis. Congratulations to the lovely couple!" I didn't bother listening to the rest of the details when I heard the word "engaged." Engaged. To be married. The end of us.

I went outside of my hotel and breathed in the atmosphere of Los Angeles. Here was I, willing to fight for my girl, who just got engaged to my arch- nemesis. What's a guy to do?

I walked around the streets of L.A, thinking, or brooding, as Brooke would like to put it. I found myself outside of the Hillside Villas, where she is currently living in. At least Brooke was now living in her dreamhouse, which she promised to live into 6 years ago when we were watching "The Hills." I remembered her smile at that time- the genuine smile that was so different from the fake and plastered one she puts up for the television.

I went inside, not completely knowing why. All I know is, I'm following what my heart dictates me to do.

I'm here I'm now I'm ready
Holding on tight
Don't give away the end
The one thing that stays mine

I knocked on the door, and was greeted by a cheery Brooke Davis. Suddenly, her smile faded.

"Lucas, what are you doing here?"

"I did my decision. Now it's your turn. This is our time, Brooke. I'm here. I'm ready."

"Lucas, it's so unfair for you to do that. I just got engaged."

"To someone you do not genuinely love. I made my decision, Brooke. I am sure that no one else can have me completely…only you. What's yours?"

She was silent. The world seemed to stop, except for the tears from both our eyes.

"That's what I thought," I said, preparing to leave. But I stopped and looked back at her. She hasn't moved an inch.

"You know what, you really are 'it' for me. And it's still you who I want to be standing next to when all my dreams come true. I love you and I'm willing to fight hell for you. I came here, hoping you'd take a chance. I was hoping that you'll not give away the end, 'cause I thought we'll be spending it together. But then again, I'll guess I'll be living my life in regret of you. If you're wishing for true love, then when will you have the right time, Brooke?"

You'll sit alone forever
If you wait for the right time
What are you hoping for?
I'm here I'm now I'm ready
Holding on tight

I was at the porch, when I heard her running and calling me. I turned around and there she was.

"I'm going to take on all the chances now. You will be my end. I'm going to fight for us. You'll not be living in regret because you have me. I'm doing all of these because I love you and this is my decision, and I'm sticking with it. And now, Lucas Scott, now is the right time."

She jumped on me and kissed me. It was the kiss that was waiting so long to happen. The kiss which is full of love and passion, which were suppressed for so many years. She put her hands around my neck. I held her so tight so as not to drop her, but also afraid she might slip from me. We both pulled away, desperately gasping for breath. We looked at each other and had mega- watt smiles on our faces. She jumped off of me and stood on her feet, but kept close as possible.

I hugged her the way I did in our Graduation. I closed my eyes and let myself get lost in the feeling of her. Then, her raspy voice filled my ears again.

"Just so you know, Broody, you're 'it' for me, too"

"I know. And I love you. And by the way, happy 23rd birthday, Pretty Girl."

I, Lucas Scott, at 23 years old, am ready to settle down with Brooke Davis. I promise to always be there for her, love her, cherish her, and be the Lucas Scott she has always known and loved. If problems arise, I promise to stick with her and respect any decision she may make. Hereby, I am swearing of my undying love for Ms. Brooke Davis (hopefully Scott someday!) and my promise to not screw my chances with her and I will never, ever dream of letting her go.

Signed and sealed with love this 4th of March, 2013

Don't give away the end
The one thing that stays mine...

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AN: So how did I do with the first oneshot? Liked it?

And if you guys want me to make a oneshot of your favorite song or any song, just tell me, and I'll TRY to make them for you.

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--cheery