It was days like this that Lucas couldn't believe how lucky he was.

He and Brooke were at the beach, and she was walking into the water and he was following her, and Lucas could say that this day had been one of the most amazing, most absolutely just flawless days of his life.

God, Brooke Davis was beautiful. From the dark, flowing hair on her head to the painted, dark red nails on her feet, she was the epitome of gorgeous.

Not to mention the gorgeousness of her personality.

She was confident, but not cocky. She was snarky, but rarely rude.

Brooke Davis radiated amazingness. She was the reason adjectives existed.

Brooke Davis, in Lucas's mind, was the closest thing this world had to perfect.

Lucas had doubted a lot whether or not he had made the right choice in choosing Brooke over Peyton.

In this moment, he had never been more sure that he had made the right decision.