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Description: Brooke and Lucas' first love turns difficult when Lucas turns up at Brooke's home town after breaking up with her in fear of never seeing her again. Will bitter feelings and other people keep them apart? Brucas!

She didn't think she could forgive him. Abandonment is a hard thing to forgive, especially from the person you least expect to let you down.

Brooke had never really fought for anything in her life; she either didn't need to or didn't want to. Nothing had ever been special enough or important enough to evoke the need in Brooke to do so.

She used to try to fight for her parent's attention, their love but found it useless after her 8th birthday when they once again passed her up for a week at the spa.

"Blow the candles out Brookie!" Nathan; one of her friends yelled.

"Don't be so loud Nate!" She screamed in his ear giggling.

There were only four people celebrating her birthday that year; their maid, the pool guy, Brooke and Nathan. Peyton had yet to meet Brooke, which would happen the following year so it was left to Brooke's friend Nathan to make a fuss of her.

Nathan's dad was a golfing buddy of Brooke's father and they were forced to spend time together at various social events. They eventually became friends after pulling a practical joke on Tim, Nathan's best friend. The three were the foundation of the popular which expanded when Brooke became best friends with Peyton. The group continued to grow during high school leaving a group of popular people which had no problem looking down their noses at people that weren't like them.

Brooke remembered that she stopped caring that her parents had forgotten her birthday again that year. She was tired of fighting to get them to notice her for her good qualities, so she began acting out in hope of gaining their attention and nine years later here she was; cheery, an excessive drinker and very sexually active.

They still didn't notice her.

They had only been together for three months, three months that Brooke had spent in California before Senior Year. Brooke was popular and well liked but known for her less than prim behaviour. She supposedly enjoyed lots of casual sex and short relationships. But if you knew her, you would know she didn't enjoy her life and the way she lived.

It was a distraction. One great, big, stupid distraction from her life. The life she hated.

Lucas made her life something she loved, even if it was only for three months. She didn't need the old distraction, she had a new one; him.

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She met him for the first time at the beach; she nearly drowned. It was two in the morning and she was going to swim despite the fact that she knew it was stupid, but she didn't care and her parents wouldn't care if she drowned. The only people it would affect were Peyton; her best friend, Nathan, her 'popular group', her cheer squad and her parents credit cards.

After forcing Brooke to spend her summer with them in California, they decided to leave her at their beach house while going on a cruise around the Caribbean; an apparent perk of her father's new job.

Brooke figured it would be fun to swim later at night as she ran to the shore, unknowingly watched by a brooding blonde boy from his nearby beach house; Lucas.

His eyes watched her in adoration as the free spirit jumped into the ocean that was dimly lit by local lights around the houses. His attention left the girl briefly as he received a text from his father; he was soon to be moving to Tree Hill; so Lucas could gain a relationship with his father.

It wasn't by choice, his mother Karen and stepfather Keith passed away in a car crash a year ago, Lucas also was in the car but managed to escape death with only a small scar on his stomach. Lucas had taken a long time to get over his loss and had been living temporarily in a home with his godparents and their son Jake; his best friend, but the courts stepped in and forced Dan to look after Lucas until the age of 18.

The text informed Lucas that he would not be moving to Tree Hill for a few months as Dan was yet to inform his wife Deb and their son; his half brother Nathan about his existence. He knew he had a brother but he didn't know anything about him. That didn't matter, they would be living in the confines of the same house soon enough, Lucas couldn't help but resent the boy he was related to slightly. He and his parents struggled to get by while they were living the life of luxury and Nathan had his father's attention constantly, every day. Something Lucas craved.

He didn't care that they didn't know about him, he didn't care about much anymore; when he lost his parents he lost everything. He shut down; he ignored his friends, blew off school and gave up on his true talents basketball and writing and replaced them all with something that made him forget everything bad in his life. He lost his status, his parents, his friends and practically his life in a single year.

The text was cold, and their only meeting at the courthouse where Lucas was forced to live with Dan was frosty.

"Dan Scott." He introduced himself to the son he had forgotten for 17 years with a simple handshake and a steely look in the eyes.

"Lucas."

"I will be arranging for you to stay at the beach house my family owns in California for the next few months." It was interesting that Dan chose the term MY family, not OUR family. That was a hint of Dan's little acceptance of Lucas as his son.

"Why can't I stay with you?" Lucas asked confused.

"Nathan doesn't know about you yet, and with the basketball season coming up, I wouldn't like to distract him. He is a marvellous player. And considering my political stance in Tree Hill; I'm the mayor, having an illegitimate child would cause a scandal so I while have to get my people to work on a suitable idea to ease you in." He said, barely paying attention to his son.

"Fine, whatever." Lucas replied, unimpressed by his father's reasoning.

"I must go; I have a meeting with some people." Did that mean Lucas was not as significant as these clearly more important people? "Goodbye, I shall talk to you soon." He said quickly before turning and walking out of the courthouse.

That was three weeks ago, and the text was the first communication they had shared directly. Dan had hired some people to pack his stuff and move it into the beach house and Lucas was picked up by a taxi and taken his temporary home. A simple note was left on the table, written by one of Dan's minions.

The fridge is fully stocked and we have hired a maid to refill it and clean the house every week until you move back to the house before your Senior Year in Tree Hill starts.

Lucas was already aware that he was second best to Nathan, he was unimportant and more than anything a nuisance.

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He looked back to the shore and scanned it for the pretty brunette he had seen moments earlier. What was someone doing at two in the morning in the sea, anyway?

He couldn't see her. He couldn't see her at all. Nothing.

All he saw from the calm, rhythmic waves was a small patch of splashing that ceased after around ten seconds. That had to be her.

He jumped over his first floor balcony and raced in only boxers and a white wife beater to the site of her disappearance. He swam a short distance to the struggling swimmer and pulled her to the shore.

He laid her down on the sand and waited for a response. He continued to wait until she slowly opened her eyes and allowed him to see her hazel orbs that were quickly followed by a batch of coughing and spluttering.

She smirked at him, dimples showing in the soft light. "Stupid decision, huh?" She whispered quietly in shame.

"You could say that." He laughed softly as he laid beside her, a small space separating them. He stuck his arm across his soaking chest and offered his hand and his name. "Lucas Roe."

"Brooke Davis." She laughed. "Thanks for saving my life, I guess?"

"You'll have to pay me back sometime."

"Maybe, I will." She smiled again as she clambered to her feet. "Maybe I won't." She finished as she began strutting up the beach, regaining her dignity in a fashion only Brooke Davis could.

"I think this could be the beginning of a beautiful friendship, Brooke Davis." Lucas yelled as she entered a house only two away from his own.

She didn't reply she just climbed into her bed after changing into dry clothes and smiled as she rethought the events that had taken place with the sexy blue-eyed boy that lived two doors away. The boy whose six-pack clearly showed though the soaked white wife beater. God, she was going to have fun that summer.

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And she did, they went on their first date the next evening after he knocked on her door with the shoes that she had left him with the previous night. Completely planned, of course. He had promised a night to remember and he delivered.

Roses were left upon her doorstep and laid in a trail to the edge of the beach where he had saved her. He waited there next to a small bonfire with a blanket and a box of Chinese take-out; her favourite.

The silences were comfortable, the conversations casual but meaningful, the looks innocent but full of promise.

The next three months flew by, sugary kisses were exchanged, and heated touches were swapped. Passionate, loving feelings were formed and they were going to be impossible to break.

They didn't expect to feel like this, it was just supposed to be a summer fling. Something meaningless and fun.

Neither had ever felt feelings like these before. Brooke had yet to experience love in any form except from her friends. She was the slut she had no one exceptional like Lucas. Lucas had only gained love from his mother and Keith and of course his best friend's daughter Jenny. Jake asked Lucas to be her godfather which he dutifully accepted. He was the popular jock who drifted from his partying crowd after his parent's death. He had no one special like Brooke.

He made her feel like a princess, she felt special with him. The night before he was to leave, she invited him back to her empty house, after she left various hints that she was ready to travel to the next step. It been three months and she was more than ready to share something more with the boy, she was sure she had fallen in love with.

He was different to every other guy before him. He was tender; he took time to appreciate her body and when he kissed her, her heart jumped. It wasn't uncomfortable, it was special, it was amazing, and he was the best she had ever had. She wasn't running from the room as soon as they had finished. They stayed in each other's arms all night trying to shut out the fact that the next morning his father's minions would be picking him up and as she was spending another three days at the beach.

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Lucas hadn't told her that he was moving to Tree Hill; it was of no relevance, he didn't know she lived there, he assumed she lived in the giant beach house in California, she had never mentioned anywhere else. She wouldn't know a small town like Tree Hill.

Neither of them talked about home, in fear of ruining what they had, of destroying the perfect world they had spent three months building together.

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Lucas had gone out to get coffee that morning leaving a small, loving note by Brooke's bedside informing her of his whereabouts. When he came back, he face was hardened, his features creased, his words sharp.

He had to acknowledge the fact that this would be the end of their life that they had spent three months building. He placed the coffee next to her bed as she awoke and pulled herself up to kiss him. He didn't return it.

"What's wrong?"

"Brooke…" He didn't know what to say. This wasn't fair; he didn't want to do this but he remembered he had to. He had no choice. No matter how much he cared about the girl sitting teary eyed in front of him, he wasn't enough, she deserved better. This had to be the end, no matter how much it broke their hearts.

He had resigned himself to the fact that this relationship would be little more to her than a distant memory when she returned to her life, her friends, her lifestyle. That he could never measure up to who she could have and soon would want. He was a loser; a loner (well now anyway) and she was a princess, no matter how much she wanted her to be his princess, she couldn't be. She was going to be with someone rich, someone with parents, someone popular, and someone that could offer her everything she wanted.

"Brooke, this isn't going to work. We're not going to work. No matter how much I want to be with you, I can't." He couldn't look at her as she watched her face contort with pain. He gathered his jeans from the floor and allowed Brooke to keep his grey hoodie that she was wearing.

He made his way to the door, sure that tears were going to slip from his eyes and his brain was going to betray him and tell her that they could make it work, but he couldn't, he wasn't allowed. And anyway she was too good for him. She was perfect.

"So that's it. You sleep with me and you walk away!"

"I love you Pretty Girl, but you deserve better." His eyes betrayed him as he turned to look at her with an equally tear filled face.

"That's a cheap excuse." She said, scrubbing at the tears covering her face. "I thought I loved you, but I hate you!" She cried, sure that the mass of emotions in the room were suffocating her.

"Brooke…" He pleaded; he couldn't have her hate him, as it would kill him. He loved her and he needed her to understand. She deserved more and he had to let her go no matter how much he wanted to keep her.

"No! Don't try and use fancy words or long speeches to get yourself out of this! I hate you! Do you hear me I hate you! You made me love you and you don't even care!" She screamed as she swung her hoodie covered arms around.

"Brooke." He attempted again as he tried to get close to her. She swung at him and slapped him as the noise from the impact echoed around the room.

"Get out!" She cried weakly.

"Take this and get out!" She screamed louder, thrusting his hoodie that she had just removed from her body towards him.

"People that are meant to be together will find their way in the end right?" He whispered as she pulled the sheet tightly around herself watching Lucas brokenly exit her room, exit her house and as far as she was concerned her life.

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She didn't understand why. He loved her, she loved him, and his only reason for leaving her was he was not good enough. But he was, he was more than enough. She didn't know Lucas' real reason for breaking both hearts.

Lucas had just left Brooke's room after writing her a note stating his want of coffee when he was called via name by two large muscular men in suits; Lucas was no match for them as they bundled him into their van.

He was drove a short distance; no more than two minutes constantly yelling and banging the back of the van. His pleas weren't replied. Lucas slid against the side of the van sure that this was his comeuppance for his behaviour between his parent's death and meeting Brooke. He believed his loss would be his life nothing that could cause him more pain than that.

He was in a difficult place, something he couldn't have expected. The day before the crash he became Jenny's godfather and the next day his parent's were gone.

Four days after that he had his parent's funeral, a popular turnout, but then again his parent's were adored in California.

Two days after that he was back on the party circuit, harder than ever. He forgot his mother's wise words of not drinking and Keith's shrewd knowledge that drunken one night stands were a bad idea.

Three days later, he was doing cannabis with the extreme 'popular' kids. He had always been well-liked but never into the party scene.

Eight days after that he was on the hard drugs constantly borrowing from loan sharks to pay for his habit considering he couldn't get his parent's fortune until he was 18. The drugs made him forget, that was all he wanted.

Sixty Three days later he realised he had hit rock bottom when his best friend Jake who stood by him through everything refused to let Lucas see Jenny.

The next day he checked into rehab.

Lucas was completely clean and had been for 240 days. He was now allowed to see Jenny and he only went to meetings once a week. He knew his habit was stupid; he had a five grand bill from a loan shark to prove it.

He had paid the loan off a while ago using the money he had collected for the 17 years previous. But he believed that the wanted something else and this was their way of forcing him to do so.

But it wasn't.

He arrived at a smart office and was told that if he did not walk in sensibly he would do so with force. So Lucas calmly walked in where he was pushed into an office and told to sit in the chair opposite the desk. The chair opposite was empty and there was a sign on the desk stating who it belonged to.

Mr. Charles Davis

Davis was a familiar name to Lucas. The girl he adored owned it.

The busy office reassured Lucas; he would not lose his life or any other limb. However he was confused to his captor and their need of him.

A reasonably good looking smart man entered the office and sat opposite Lucas who remained statue like.

Mr Davis shuffled a few papers on his desk and moving them to the side before leaning forward and staring Lucas straight in the eye.

Charles brought his arm across the desk and initiated a hand shake. "Charles Davis, I believe you are sleeping with my daughter."

Lucas stuck his hand out uncomfortably. "Lucas Scott, I believe you asked for me to be stuffed in a van and brought here."

Charles smirked; any other circumstance and he would have loved this boy. He was sarcastic but not rude. He was polite but not a suck-up. Shame he had his past though.

Charles grabbed a pen from his suit pocket and brought his check book from the side of the table. "How much for you to leave my daughter alone."

Lucas was visibly shocked. "Excuse me?"

"How much to disappear." Charles did not falter.

"I love your daughter sir. I'm not going to disappear."

"Well you either accept the cash and leave better off or I tell her about your past and she leaves you."

"What do you mean past?" Lucas tried to play it cool.

"Your drug abuse, your criminal record, all of it. My daughter will not go near you if she finds out. And if you don't disappear then I will inform her."

"How'd you know about that?"

"I have people in high places."

Charles wasn't a bad man, he just wanted the best for his daughter and he firmly believed that this boy was not worthy.

"I don't want your money, I want Brooke." Lucas pressed, he wasn't going to lose her but he was sure that if she knew that would be running from him as quick as she could. No one wants a recovering drug abuser, especially a girl who could have anyone.

"You can't have her. So take this and tell her it's over. It will safe her hurt in the long term." He pushed as he thrust the check with many numbers into Lucas' hand.

Lucas paused to look at the check and ripped it up. "Your daughter is worth more than this." Lucas stated as he walked to the door.

"Lucas you will go to her now and tell her you are done. Otherwise I will be informing her. She deserves better than you. She could have anyone, do anything and you can't give her that. I don't want you to give her that and when she finds out she won't want you to give her that. So leave." Charles was playing with Lucas' emotions and his insecurities about Brooke but he didn't have a choice.

Lucas banged his head against the door in frustration, he turned to look at Brooke's father. "She loves me and I love her."

Charles cast an icy look and with a stern voice he stated. "You will end it."

Those words filled Lucas on his walk to the coffee shop and back to Brooke's house.

As he walked into her bedroom and saw her delicately sprawled across the bed, he knew he wasn't good enough for the girl he loved.

He had to do as Charles Davis had said and finish the relationship and he did.

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She watched as his collectors arrived at the house the next morning.

She watched as he placed his case in the back of the car.

She watched as he watched her.

She watched as flashes of pain and regret in his face mirrored her own.

She watched as he got in the car

She watched as he drove away.

She watched the boy she loved leave her.

She watched as he abandoned her.

Abandonment is a hard thing to forgive, especially from the person you least expect to let you down.

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So this is my new story!

I have good feelings about this.

So what happens next?

Will it be Good or Bad?

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Amy

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