When they were dating, she always found herself turning to him for comfort. When the blues started calling, she ran to him. When ever her light seemed to fade she ran to him. When ever the real world just got a little too much to bear, she went to him. Of course these moments were few and far in-between for many reasons. She didn't need saving and it seemed that when she did, a curly blonde friend of hers was in his arms.
She didn't know who she was fooling, they weren't together anymore. The promises they made during the course of their relationship didn't apply to them anymore. He sure as hell wasn't going to hold them to her and she wasn't going to do that to him. He had moved on, found himself someone else but at that moment she was alone. She just needed a friend and with Peyton spending the weekend with her dad, Naley being busy with all their drama, Rachel was gone, and Mouth was MIA.
So, somehow she wound up on his doorstep in a pair of pajama pants and a tank top, goose bumps forming on her arms. She was so scared of sleeping alone in Rachel's big house after everything that had just happened with Derek; that was why Peyton had gone with her dad. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw him lunging towards her. So, she left the house with nothing but her keys, the thought of a jacket escaping her mind completely.
She realized now, as she was standing on her porch how stupid that had been. It had started raining about half way there and the wind was blowing tiny raindrops closer and closer to her. She didn't even bother knocking, she was far too scared to wait for him to get his lazy ass up and open the door for her.
The room was dark and it appeared unchanged. She wondered if the bottom drawer still held some of her clothes, or if they had been pushed to the back of his closet to make room for Peyton's. She knew that she had left at least two outfits over here and she had never gotten them back. She shook her head of these thoughts, quietly slipping out of her flip flops. He was in the middle which meant that she could easily slip in on either side. She'd never been able to sleep on the left side though, being so close to the door gave her some sort of comfort. Like if her feelings for him ever got too much to bear, she could leave.
She set her keys down on the bedside table before pulling back the blankets and trying to get into the bed without causing too much movement. She realized just how ludicrous it was to slip into bed with her ex boyfriend while he was sleeping. He was going to find her crazy. Brooke shrugged that thought off though. He knew how crazy she was, he had dated her after all.
She stayed close to the edge, trying to fall to sleep with out waking the slumbering blonde. "Brooke?" Obviously, she had failed.
She rolled over and looked into the sleepy blue eyes she loved. "Hey." She whispered softly. "I couldn't sleep. I kept seeing Derek and-" She didn't need to say more, his nod giving her permission to stop. He knew it was hard on Brooke, going through that horrible night with Peyton.
"I understand." He scooted over giving her more room on the bed. "You're always welcome here Brooke." In his head, he questioned if he should tell her this. He had told this to Peyton when he and Brooke were dating so why shouldn't he be able to tell Brooke the same thing? He knows he shouldn't, that he had caused the problems between the three with his indecisiveness and as Haley often told him, his 'hero complex'.
"I'll just stay until the night is through. With everyone busy or gone I just got kinda lonely and you're the closest thing I have to a friend right now."
He chuckled slightly and she looked up at him. "Doesn't that make me feel special?" Brooke blushed slightly although Lucas didn't notice, the room too dark for him to pinpoint any specific features. "What about Haley?"
Brooke shrugged. "She's tutormom. She's got her own stuff going on. Plus it's been hard for her after the accident. I don't need to pile all my crap on her."
"I'm always here for you Brooke. Even though it may not seem like it..." He trailed off when he noticed Brooke grew uncomfortably silent. He thought he'd said something wrong and immediately began wondering what was going on inside the brunette's head.
"When I ws little, Peyton and I would always talk about what we wanted in the future. Our dreams were always so elaborate ya know? We'd both be living these big fancy lives but I always noticed that Peyton's was so much more... realistic than mine. In hers she was an artist. She did all these great things. Me, I just married rich." He listened to her words, not really sure where they had came from and why she was disclosing this information.
"Around the time Anna died, my dad had moved out and my parents had already started seeing divorce lawyers. I realized then that marrying rich did nothing. My fairy tale ended then. Ever since, I always just wished for a dream that would last. Whether it be in fashion or whether I worked a regular 9 to 5 job. I could have a family or I could be alone, I just want some security. Even now, that seems like too much. With everyone coming and going and college coming up, it seems like I'll never get that. Now I just want someone to lean on."
They're both quiet for a while, the glowing red numbers passing by slowly on the clock next to Lucas' bed. "People are around that care about you Brooke."
She shook her head. "Not like before. I can't talk to Peyton like before, or Haley for that matter. Rachel's gone and there are some girl problems Mouth just doesn't get."