'Forever scares a lot of us, you know?'
Brooke Davis can still hear the exact phrase that Chase Adams uttered to her on that day. She remembered sharing a longing glance with him, and right at that very moment, she wondered if they could ever be something more again. The spark was still there, she felt. It seems like he felt it too, by the way he subtly complimented those eyes of hers. She remembered wanting to ask him if 'forever' scared him, too. In a way, she felt like he was trying to prove something to her, he was trying to convey that he was a 'forever' kind of guy. Whatever it was, the moment just didn't feel right, and she didn't want to just mess everything up because she was upset, and possibly a little bit horny.
Lots have happened since then. Baby Angie returned to her rightful family, Lucas and Peyton have finally sorted out their complicated web of issues, and have gotten back together, now recently engaged. Nathan and Haley, along with their son Jamie, are fast in becoming the all star family that they once were. Brooke is still Brooke, single,lonely and unattached. Sure, she has had a few handsome dates, some lasting for a few weeks, no more. She has grown accustomed to feeling lonely, and it was working just fine, because of the distraction that C&B provides.
Somehow, on an extremely random Wednesday night, whilst her friends were in/out doing couple-ly things, she drove her convertible around town, and ended up at Tric. It was times like these when she misses New York the most; Tric was, and still is, the hippest bar in Tree Hill. The blue post didn't count anymore, she's outgrown that shabby little bar, and the memories that it brings.
Of course, she looked her best that night. Her hair now slightly longer, and perhaps more wavy, make up was minimal and flawless. Her outfit is a gift from Calvin Klein, a slinky black mini dress, revealing more skin than it should. She held her suede clutch tightly as men passed her desperate stares around the bar. She finally settled at the spot where she feels most comfortable; the bar.
Brooke subconsciously thought back to Chase's damn sentence again. She sighed, being on this particular stool brought back flooding memories of Owen. Owen wasn't neccisarily the most handsome guy she has ever dated, but he was masculine, and rugged, and strong and sexy, not to mention kind and compassionate. Brooke cursed herself as she threw back her third tequila that night. Owen called her selfish, remember? It's been months, stop thinking about Owen! Her head was starting to ache, so she signalled for a bottle of corona to steady herself. The bartender wasn't cute, and was female. Brooke sighed, maybe this wasn't a good night afterall.
She placed some money on the counter and gave the bartender a smile. God, her head was dizzy. That damn song suddenly started to play, Brooke loved this song. She bravely made her way onto the floor, ignoring looks given to her by the males, and the looks of envy from their female counterparts. She started swaying from hip to hip, hand running through her hair, she looked hot and she knew it.
She suddenly felt a brush of a hand on her back, this was nothing new, and maybe she needed it tonight. Brooke turned her head around, prepared to give whoever it was a dazzling, dimpled, Brooke Davis smile.
Fuck.
Owen??
Was she that wasted? She shook her head, while all the other people started to make their way past her. Owen was there, standing right in front of her. He was slightly tanned, and clean cut, as the facial hair was all gone. He was sporting a white t shirt and a pair of worn, black jeans. Brooke couldn't believe it.
Owen stared at her. The Brooke that he knew didn't look this broken, beautiful, yes, but not broken.
The music was pumping louder, and their bodies moved closer to the other, before Owen had time to react, Brooke has crashed her lips onto his.