Author's Note: New story! I'm so excited about this one because it's about my love, Brucas. I started this story about 3 months ago, and have my hardest to write it to the best of my potential, so I sincerely hope that you guys enjoy it.

Oh, and this is actually a rewrite, but it has practically no similarities to the original version except for its plotline.

No particular background info, all you need to know is that it's completely AU.

A huge thanks to my Britt bee, who is a wonderful beta and has the ability to turn my crap chapters into something that's actually readable. And also for listening to me vent about this story 24/7 on MSN. Plus, for just being her J

Also, thanks to hoot ( hannie ) who offered me advice about the randomest sentences in this story lol.

So, I hope you guys enjoy this. Happy reading!

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Disclaimer: This is only going to be said one. I do not own One Tree Hill or any of it's characters. I also do not own the movie on which the story is based, KANK.

Summary: Two broken relationships. Two lonely hearts. In the middle two lives meet and things will never be the same again...eventually BL.

Prologue

"There is no such thing as an accident; it is fate misnamed."

Sweat dripped across Lucas Roe's forehead as he bent his knees and jumped forward to shoot a 3-pointer, his heart pounding in his chest. The ball traveled through the air in slow motion, as time seemed to come to a standstill with two seconds left on the clock. Lucas sank to his knees after the ball left his hands, feeling the entire weight of the world on his shoulders.

The future of an entire basketball team rested in this one shot; make it or break it.

As for Lucas, it was his chance. He had lived for this basket ever since his hands could grasp a ball. Years of hardcore training, intense workouts, and endless practices, his future resided in this one shot. One shot to decide the rest of his life; a shot made of dreams, hopes, and desires.

As a new comer to the LA Lakers, it was his chance to prove himself, to prove that he was as good as any of the other occupants on the court, who were now awaiting the outcome of this fateful basket.

Thousands of eyes followed the ball as the audience held it's breath in anticipation. The entire stadium was frozen in silence as the ball bounced on the rim of the basket, not one person daring to blink an eye.

Swish. The ball circled the rim one last time before it fell through and cheers were heard throughout the crowd, millions of viewers already celebrating. Champagne flowed, and news reporters rushed to get an interview with the new and upcoming star.

Lucas laughed in exhilaration as his teammates surrounded him. His name was chanted throughout the crowd as spectators whispered about the new basketball star. The smile couldn't be wiped off the young man's face as he took in the glory. He closed his eyes, relishing the moment, hoping it would last forever.

Victory was his.

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"He's a legend, ladies and gentlemen…"

"One game, and Roe has the whole country talking…"

Lucas shook his head smiling as he ran into the locker room, finally relieved to be away from the swarm of reporters. He could get used to the newfound fame, though; the way people he didn't even know coming up to him and congratulating him, or hundreds of news reporters rushing to get an interview.

This was definitely the life.

"Great game, Lucas!" someone yelled from inside the locker room.

He grinned, giving the guy a nod. "Thanks, man." He grimaced as his cell phone rang, surprised at the sudden vibration. He dug into his pocket to reach for the device, glancing at the caller-ID.

Sighing, Lucas brought the phone up to his ear. "Hey baby."

"Lucas! I got the job!"

"What?" Lucas scrunched his eyebrows, putting his hand over his other ear, trying to make out the voice through all the locker room noise.

"I got the job!"

"Wow, that's amazing, you got the job," he said sarcastically, a tone his wife was sure to miss.

"What's all that noise? I can barely hear you."

"Oh nothing, it's not a big deal, just celebrating a small game we won."

"Oh my gosh! The game, of course. I'm so sorry, I forgot completely."

"Peyton, as long as you don't forget that I'm your husband, I'll be fine."

"Shut up, Lucas." She rolled her eyes. "But congratulations baby, how was it?"

"It was fantastic, Peyt. My last shot, all the tension and excitement. God, you should've been here."

"Yeah, I know." Peyton bit her lip. "But I had an interview and you know how that goes."

"I know, sweetheart, I know." Lucas took a seat on the bench, and leaned back into a locker. "You know what? Why don't we decide the next game after checking with your busy schedule?"

"Lucas…" Peyton sighed on the other end.

"And if you have time," Lucas continued. "Maybe you can look at my five million dollar contract."

Peyton's eyebrows shot up. "Five million dollars?"

"What? Jealous?" Lucas smirked, running a hand through his hair.

"No, Not jealous. I'm just happy that your dream came true for you."

"Our dream, Peyton," he reminded her. "Our dream."

"Yeah, I know. But hey, listen; can you pick up your mom from the wedding? I have a new employee party to go to and then I have to pick up Jacob from day care."

"Of course," Lucas sighed. "I'll see you at home."

"Bye Lucas. Oh, and happy anniversary." She didn't give him a chance to reply as the phone clicked shut, leaving a dialtone ringing in Lucas' ear.

"Shit!" Lucas cursed. "Happy anniversary."

"Luke? You okay, man?" Skills Taylor walked up to his best friend since grade school, slapping him on the back.

"I will be if Peyton doesn't kill me."

"What? She ain't here?" Skills asked in astonishment.

The blonde shook his head, folding up his clothes and throwing them into his bag. "She had an interview. One of the highest ranked magazines, she said. A can't miss, apparently." He rolled his eyes dramatically.

Skills shook his head sympathetically, patting his friend on the shoulder. "Man, that sucks. And here I thought she'd be here, fightin' all these girls off you. "

Lucas' shoulders shrugged lazily as he grinned. "Yeah, what girls?"

Skills shook his head, laughing. "Man, don't look so mopey. We're goin' out to celebrate!"

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"Celebrate, my ass," Rachel Gettina rolled her eyes at the enthusiastic cousin that had just exited the bride's room.

Brooke laughed at her best friend, her smile disappearing seconds later. She groaned and put her head in her hands. "Rachel, I can't believe I'm doing this."

Rachel laid a sympathetic hand on her shoulder. "Sweetie, it's too late to back out now. He's a great guy and you know you love hanging out with him."

Brooke sighed. "I guess…but marriage? I love Nathan, he's my best friend, but I just don't know if I'm in love with him, ya know?"

Rachel nodded understandingly. "You know he'll make you happy though, right?"

Brooke rolled her eyes, shooting the redhead next to her a death glare. "Don't you dare start with me, Rach," she spoke, referring to the comment she had heard one too many times.

Rachel grinned. "Sorry, I had to. Everything will work out though. It all happens for a reason, remember?"

Brooke nodded, smiling softly at hearing the philosophy she lived her life by. "I guess you're right."

Rachel stood up as Brooke mimicked her action. "Girl, I'm always right, and you know it. Now it's your wedding day! Be excited, will you?"

Brooke forced a grin as Rachel bumped her hip. "I'll try."

"Okay, well I'm going to go check everything to make sure it's perfect. Don't mope yourself to death," Rachel added before hopping off and out of the room.

Brooke sighed as she flopped down on the vanity chair and caught sight of herself in the mirror.

She looked stunningly beautiful as she did every other day of her life. Her wedding dress was a gorgeous cream, embodied with diamonds and pearls. It had a beautiful empire waist, which accented her thin waistline and then floated to the ground like a ball gown. Her neck and ears were adorned with diamonds, a gift from her future father-in-law. No doubt, the young bride graced perfection with not a single flaw throughout her entire figure.

The setting would go with it. The wedding would take place in the backyard of a gorgeous hotel, overlooking the beach. Decorations were made and her favorite roses were spread throughout the entire hotel.

Yet to her there was just one thing missing; the most important thing… she wasn't smiling.

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Ring. Ring.

Nathan groaned at the sound, reaching his hand out to switch on the speakerphone. "What is it?" he asked in a groggy voice.

"Good morning, sir. The limousine is ready for the wedding," a deep voice answered from the other side.

"What wedding?"

"Your wedding, sir," came the reply.

"Shit!" Nathan sat up. "Brooke's going to kill me!"

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"Dude! What the fuck is this?" Nathan Scott rolled his eyes in exasperation as he walked into his dad's house to find him dressed in his pajamas and lazily spread out on the sofa, stuffing his face with waffles.

Dan Scott looked up at his young son, dressed in an elegant black Armani tux, with a cream shirt that went perfectly with the bride's dress.

"Dad, what are you doing?" Nathan repeated, clenching his jaw in irritation.

"Nathan." Dan sighed. "There's still plenty of time till the wedding. I'll be ready."

"Dad, are you serious? You should've been there by now. The guests have already started showing up to the hotel, and there's no one there to greet them."

Dan's mouth curved up into a grin as he got off the couch. "I promise you everything will be perfect."

"Well, what about the promise I made Brooke? Can I fulfill that, atleast?"

"Yeah, of course," Dan shrugged lazily.

"Dad, c'mon," Nathan pleaded. "Brooke deserves perfection, and we need to be there." Nathan's eyes glowed as he talked about her, the only girl that was ever able to win his heart.

The proposal was a spur of the moment thing, and they weren't even dating at the time. But he had looked over at her, and somehow knew this was the girl he wanted to share everything with. His mind was flooded with relief when she said yes, and he knew all he wanted to do in life was give her everything she ever wanted.

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Lucas parked his car and walked into the enormous hotel, taking in his surroundings. The place was gorgeous, not a thing out of place. One could tell that millions of dollars had been spent on it.

He spotted his mother, Karen Roe, and did a double take at what he saw.

His mother was giggling. That annoying giggle girls did when they talked to guys that they liked. Moving over a little to the left, his worst suspicions were confirmed. She was actually flirting with another man. He hadn't seen her even remotely show any sign of affection for any guy since his father, Keith Roe, had passed away 10 years ago.

The man looked about her age, a few inches taller with dark brown hair and a handsome face.

He snapped out of his trance, hoping he didn't look too weird standing there and watching the couple. He walked over to the pair and cleared his throat, making his presence known.

Karen was laughing as she turned around to look at him. "Oh, hey Lucas! What are you doing here? I thought Peyton was picking me up."

Lucas rolled his eyes. "Well, she had some new employee party to go to. You ready to go?" He asked.

"No sweetheart, I still have a lot to take care of. You go ahead, I'll find my own ride."

Lucas raised his eyebrows. "Are you sure? I can wait if you need me to."

"Yeah, yeah, go ahead." Karen waved him away.

The man next to her cleared his throat. "Is this your son?"

"Oh!" Karen smacked herself on the forehead. "Where are my manners? Lucas, this is Dan Scott, the groom's father, and Dan, this is my eldest son, Lucas."

"Mom, I'm your only son," Lucas pointed out, rolling his eyes. "Nice meeting you," he said to Dan, accepting the hand he held out to shake.

"Likewise," the man answered. "Go ahead and enjoy yourself, stay for the wedding. There's a beautiful view outside."

Lucas smiled and thanked him before politely excusing himself.

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Brooke picked up her dress as she walked barefoot on the outskirts of the beach. She had been given strict orders not to leave her room, but she needed to clear her thoughts, and ever since she could remember, looking out on the glistening water and getting lost in her thoughts had never failed to help her.

It wasn't that crowded yet, but people were starting to mile around, farther away from her. She carefully took a seat on a rock, careful to pick up her dress so that it wouldn't attract any sand. She carefully pulled her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them, looking out at the beautiful view in front of her.

She thought about everything, especially the fact she wanted to be hopelessly in love before she got married. One might wonder why she was even marrying Nathan, but their friendship was a gem, and she would hate to ever lose that. They enjoyed each others company and she couldn't remember a time where Nathan wasn't there with her.

He was a great guy and he loved her more than she could imagine. But somehow, the spark was missing. Yet she could never bring herself to break her best friend's heart, she simply wasn't raised to be that way.

A sudden movement stirred near her as she caught sight of a stranger taking a seat on a nearby rock. She looked at him, confused that someone else was on this side of the beach, since it was practically closed off.

She recognized him from watching the basketball game earlier; the guy that made the winning shot. He was better looking in person... taller, too.

"Lucas Roe, right?" she yelled out, figuring she looked a bit odd just staring at him.

He glanced over at the sudden voice, surprised. "Yeah, it's Lucas," he confirmed, taking sight of the beautiful women sitting across from him.

"Caught your game earlier. Good job," she congratulated him.

He raised his eyebrows. "You watch basketball?"

"Nah." She let out a small laugh. "Nathan loves it though, so I watch it with him. The habit just grew on me."

The blonde nodded, getting up so he could move closer to her. "Nathan?"

"Fiancée, soon to be husband." She flashed her ring, and gestured to her wedding dress.

"Oh, all this is for you, is it?" He referred to the decorations and the beach.

She shrugged lazily. "Yeah, I guess."

"You don't seem to fond of it. What are you doing out here anyway?"

"What's your problem?" Brooke retorted defensively, shaking her head, annoyed at the words. "I'm not allowed to sit here or something?"

"Well, my mom can't leave until you go inside, so it is kind of my problem."

"Whatever." Brooke rolled her eyes. "It really is none of your business."

"You know, it's always better to talk to strangers. Sometimes they know more than you think."

Brooke shook her head, turning to look at him. "Are you married?"

Lucas brought up his hand, and pointed to his ring finer. "Genius," he chuckled. "It's 2 years today."

"Oh." Brooke smiled sheepishly. "How did you guys meet?"

"We were best friends since grade school. Our parents always expected it so I guess it was just convenient for the both of us. Besides, what's better than spending your entire life with your best friend?"

Brooke nodded thoughtfully. "Sometimes friendship replaces love…to the extent that there's no time left for love."

"And this guy inside, is he a friend or are you in love with him?"

Brooke sighed softly, reaching up a hand to brush away the soft brunette locks, and wiggling her perfectly manicured toes into the sand "I've known Nathan since I was a little girl. After my parents died, him and his dad have become my family."

"That wasn't my question," Lucas said, facing his head to look at her.

Brooke bit her lip. "Yeah, I do, but just not in the way I thought I would."

He nodded in understanding. "Does that kind of love even exist anymore?"

"Does that mean you don't love your wife?" she countered at him.

He pondered on it for a second before answering. "We're happy. We have our own little world together and it works pretty well."

"That doesn't answer my question." Brooke chuckled, turning to face him.

Lucas rolled his eyes playfully. "This is more about you than me. Look, you have two roads to take. One leads to happiness and the other to an endless wait that may never be satisfied."

She pondered on the thought. "What if I find love after marriage?"

"You won't find it if you don't look for it, and you definitely won't find it sitting here talking to me." He chuckled. "Go inside and get married. It'll work out eventually, you have my word."

She shot him a genuine smile. "Thank you."

He nodded, glancing at his watch. "Well, I should get going." He got to his feet, shaking the sand off of his jeans. "I guess this is goodbye then."

She looked up, accepting the hand he had offered to help her stand up. "I guess so."

"Bye…" Lucas bit his lip realizing he never asked for her name.

"Brooke. Brooke Davis." She offered him a hand, which he shook.

"It was nice meeting you, Brooke. Enjoy your wedding. You deserve to," he said, waving as he walked away from her.

He started walking towards the parking lot, lost in thought, not realizing where he was going as he crossed the street to get to his car. He eyes popped open as he encountered two flashing headlights and his feet gave out under him, causing him to fall to the ground before everything went blank.

Let me know what you think.

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