Hello! I'm glad my summary caught your attention. Anyways, I've tried to write an OTH fanfic, but I couldn't get really far with it and then this idea hit me! Warning: This is purely a BRUCAS fanfic. If you like Lucas + Peyton.. go find a Pucas fic. :) Alright, alright.. I have to get this out in the open. I have nothing against Peyton.. its just Brucas! It's meant to be:) And with that being said...

Disclaimer: I own nothing One Tree Hill related! Except Nathan... he just doesn't know it yet. :)

Does one know exactly when love is no longer present? Can one pinpoint the exact moment when love stops flowing through their veins? How does the love that once drove us, pushed us, created us, just stop? My name is Lucas Scott. I am now 23 years of age. A few years have passed since graduation. My half brother, Nathan, and my best friend, Haley, are still in love, as they always have been and always will be. Sometimes, late at night, I envy their love. When I am alone and think the world has given up on me, I envy them. It's not so much being alone physically, but emotionally. Sure, the body that once laid next to mine felt so good for a while. But the warmth of the sheets in my bed is nothing more than a routine now. Yet every night shes beside me, her blond hair worn slightly different since the day I fell in love with her. Her hot breath caresses my neck and I can no longer find it in me to stay still. I pull the sheets off of me carelessly and make my way through the empty apartment. I sit on the fire escape of the broken down building. Slipping my legs through the rails, I let my feet dangle and place my cheek against the cold metal. It's night time and I am alone. Silently, I am begging for the love that once carried me, consumed me, to return so I can once again feel something for Peyton. But each day, each minute, each second, I'm longing for her blond hair to become a dark brown. Her solid green eyes to become a soft hazel. I've always loved Peyton. Since the first day I laid eyes on her. But now that I have her, all I want is someone else. My Cheery. My Brookie. My Brooke.
I am too wrapped up in my thoughts to hear the door creak open.

"Lucas? Luke? You OK?" She asks tiredly.
I turn my head to look at her. Her blond hair messy and her eyes still full of sleep. She wears a thing night gown that barely falls to her knees. The see-through fabric leaves nothing to imagine.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just getting some air."
She looks at me with a hint of question in her eye but lets out a smile instead.

"Alright, try to get some sleep. We're going out for Jamie's birthday tomorrow."

Jaime. Just one of the many people that Peyton has claimed as "friends" since we moved to L.A. for her internship. I had nothing going for me in Tree Hill, so one day I packed up and left. I think the move has made it that much harder for me. From what I know, Brooke remained in Tree Hill for a while but then found her way to New York. Her clothing line sky rocketed and now she was a household name among the rich and famous. I always knew she was going to be something big. Even if she didn't, I always knew she had what it takes. The sun is slowly making its way above the bend. I peek my head inside to look at the time. If I fall asleep now and if I'm lucky, I could probably get maybe two or three hours of sleep before I am awaken by some memory of Brooke and have to resist the urge to take a cold shower. I find my way inside and plop down on the couch, feeling the remaining fire inside me for Peyton start to die at the thought of Brookes name. My eyelids finally start to droop and in minutes I'm asleep. At first the dream starts out normal as it always does. I either find myself at a party or in the hallways at school, memories that took place years ago, fresh and vivid in my mind. This time I'm at the beach a rush of wind blows and I'm suddenly back in North Carolina. I look around and there is no one there but me. I sit alone on a beach blanket, the soft sand settling under me and then I see her. Her back is turned to me, but I know those soft brown locks anywhere. I continue to stare at her as she finally turns around. She glares into the distance and then finally focuses on me. She lets out a smile and I watch her dimples form on her cheeks. She backs away from the shore and walks towards me. I watch the way her body moves. Her hips, covered by a dark red bikini, sway seductively from side to side. I feel my knees begin to shake as she closes in. She stands in front of me now and through her soft distinctive voice she says, "Hi Boyfriend."

Brooke drops to her knees and wraps her arms around my neck. I pull her in close and lay my hand on her bare back. I release her slightly so she can make herself more comfortable, once shes settled I tighten my grip once again.

"So, Boyfriend... What are we going to do tonight?" She asks as she looks up at me.
I let out a small laugh. Oh, I've got a few things in mind but saying them out loud would make me feel like a creep.

"What did you have in mind?"

She raises an eyebrow, "Well... I was thinking maybe I could cook you dinner.. and then later we can have... dessert?" She tilts her head and places her lips on mine.

"Mmmm.. Sounds good... Sounds really good."
She maneuvers herself and straddles my hips as I continue to kiss her deeply. I place my hand on her bare thigh. She lets out a small gasp as I trace small circles with my thumbs. I leave a trail of kisses down her neck as she whispers, "Lucas...Lucas... Luke."

Her voice becomes one not of her own. It is recognizable but not the one I want to hear.

A pillow is thrown at me and I jolt up.
"Luke... You gotta take a shower.. we're going to be late." Peyton says.

I glance at the clock and force myself up and take a long cold shower.

We walk through the doors of this bar/restaurant type of place as Peyton fumbles with her earrings. We find the group of friends and sit down. It feels like hours have passed as I gaze off into space.
"Hey, Luke. Why don't you make yourself useful and grab us some drinks?" One friend with a whiny voice says.

Whatever gets me away from this table.
I put on a smile on and say sure as I back my chair away. I'm at the bar and back in a flash. The girls finish their drinks and I'm sent for more. After several trips I just stay at the bar for as long as I could. The place was over flowing with unfamiliar faces. The slight smell of sweat makes me nauseous. I decide its best I return to the table and start to make my way. I crash my body into this woman. Her head direct down to her purse, fumbling with her belongings. Instinctively, I apologize. Her face is down to the floor as she mumbles an, "It's OK," and bends down to pick up her stuff. I bend down to help her and as one of my knees touch the ground I reach down for her lipstick. Coral Red. The same type Brooke used to use. I brush the coincidence away from my mind as she yells a loud "Thanks" through the blaring music and grabs it from my hand. I look down at her as she begins to look up. Our eyes meet, I don't even have to look at her face. Just the shade of brown in her eye and the hint of mystery tells me all I need. I finally take in each and every inch of her beautiful face. Making sure not to miss any part of it. Her mouth is slightly parted as she takes in sharp breaths.

"Lucas?" Her weary voice asks.

I try to calm my voice as my palms begin to sweat. I clear my throat and allow this unrecognizable sound escapes.
"Brooke?"

Ahhhhh. And here is the end. :) Sorry its so short. If you liked it, please tell me:)