Title: Feels like Tonight
Author: D Sollers
Subject: Season 5 BL fic- Minor spoilers. "I always saw us in Tree hill. We had a big house and an even bigger family and nothing else would matter because we'd be together."
Disclaimer: I own nothing to do with OTH. Thank God :-) And sadly, "Feels like Tonight," is a song off of Chris Daughtry's album. So I don't own that either.
Author's Notes: I haven't had time to write and even if I had the time, I am surely lacking the inspiration. But alas- I am bored and need something better to do with my time other than watching old reruns on the soap channel.
Anywho- if you're in the mood for some great music, listen to Daughtry's CD. Some of his songs are total BL songs. I am making a BL video to one of his songs and I will post the link as soon as it is completed.
Prologue
What might have been
New York, 2009
"Thanks for tonight Brooke," Lucas said with a smile. He stared down at the brunette beside him as they walked up the steps to his apartment and he grabbed a hold of her hand. "I've missed you... I've missed us."
The smile that was moments ago on Brooke's face disappears and she pulls away from him. With her body against his front door, she corrects him. "You're drunk Lucas... and you're still hurt about Peyton."
"I'm not drunk, I've been drinking but I. Am. Not. Drunk." He took his time with the last few words, as he placed his fingers against her lips and leaned towards her.
With her eyes cast down, she bite her lip. They both knew what was happening even before his lips crashed down on hers. As his mouth met hers, Brooke's mouth escaped a cry.
She couldn't do this, not with him.
It took everything in her to pull away from the kiss, from the boy that she had tried so desperately to stop loving even after he had chosen her best friend. Things between Lucas and her had been too hard in high school, they would never make it now.
"Bye Luke."
Lucas couldn't believe it was happening again. Seeing Brooke walk away from him, while he stood their powerless to stop it was something that he was use to. But this wasn't high school anymore.
"Brooke- wait..."
They had both had a significant amount of alcohol that night, Lucas was sure. Between the first few drinks at the bar where the bartender had believed they were celebrating their engagement, to dinner and then to the carriage ride where the driver had given them free champagne.
He wasn't sure what had gotten in to him but he had enjoyed their night together. It had been years since he had been alone with her and even longer since he had really listened to her.
She had talked all night about the changes in her life, the start of her fashion line and the success that everyone saw in her future. She had opened up about having her mother back in her life, something she wasn't sure was going to be a permanent thing.
"Lucas, what do you want from me?"
Her question was honest and he was at a loss for words. What did he want? He couldn't ask for anything because he couldn't give anything. His choices had been in high school, where he had chosen the curly haired blonde over the brunette vixen. A decision he struggled with everyday.
"Do you think about us?"
The question escaped his lips before he had time to really think about the aftermath. For a moment, he thought as if perhaps he had imagined saying it but as his eyes stared into hers, he knew it hadn't gone unheard.
"Excuse me?"
Her hands found her hips and she glared at him, angry that he would bring up such a question. He knew he was treading on deep water but he honestly didn't care. If she did, everything that he had secretly felt over the past couple of years could finally be in the open.
And if she didn't...
He could blame it on the alcohol.
"You showed up tonight," he said. "Tonight was the most important night of my life and no one showed up..."
Brooke blinked back tears as she struggled with what to say. "Your mom is in England Lucas," she reminded him. "And Haley and Nathan have little James..."
"And Peyton?"
She looked down to the ground, not wanting to comment on why Peyton hadn't showed up. The truth was, she didn't know and that bothered her. Her friendship with Peyton had become a distant memory, something they both put on the back burner after promising not to.
"It's going to be morning soon," Brooke said finally.
He nodded his head, his eyes staring up at the sky above them. It had been a long night for the both of them and the effects the alcohol had over him were beginning to wear off. "Answer me one question Brooke and I promise I'll leave you alone."
Her voice was uneasy as she whispered a small okay.
"If it wasn't for Peyton, could we have had that future?"
She bit her lip and trembled. "What future?"
"The one we talked about, the summers on the beach and the winters in the south of France? Where you would buy cookies and I would coach the little league?"
With a shake of her head, she answered him. "I always saw us in Tree hill. We had a big house and an even bigger family and nothing else would matter because we'd be together."
"Then why..."
Brooke cut him off before he could continue.
"But like you said Luke, that was without Peyton."
TBC...
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