Authors Note: This is my brand new story, Rated M for mature content and language. Enjoy.

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"Brooke, get in the fucking car NOW!" Lucas hollered over his shoulder to Brooke who was standing just a few inches behind him, the gun still in his hand facing some arrogant punk's face.

"Don't tell me what to do!" Brooke hissed back, but did as she was told anyway. If there was thing that Brooke Davis despised most about people, it was them telling her what to do. But Lucas Scott wasn't just 'People'. He was her air to breath.

"You really gonna do it Scott?" Adam chuckled looking at the gun that was in perfect line with the centre of his forehead. "Your bitch would be really upset," He taunted, dragging out the word 'Really'. Brooke scoffed and rolled down the window, she hated fuckers like this one.

"Hey, Dickface! You got something to say to me?" She yelled, the guy just licked his lips and winked at her. Lucas rolled his eyes and gritted his teeth; no one looks at Brooke like that, no one apart from himself.

"Hey! Look at my face you little pisshead, you ain't got no reason to be looking at my girl!" He bellowed getting angrier by the second. The guy still didn't seem to get the message.

"So what's your name sexy mama?" he asked with the cockiest grin on his face. Brooke fake laughed, was this the best he could do? She looked him up and down with a look of pure loath on her face before answering.

"Out of your league!" She shouted back, her expression was full of disgust and repulsion. Lucas laughed at her reply. He couldn't care less about this junkie kid who was about to get his ass kicked, all he wanted was his money. He wouldn't shoot. Both he and Brooke knew that… But the boy didn't.

"Look you stupid little dipstick, Give me my money and I'll draw a line," Lucas offered. Adam had tried to put on a front. An 'I'm not scared, I can do anything I want and get away with it" front. Really, he was just a shit scared cokehead. Brooke and Lucas knew it the second they met him, after all, three years of doing all this shit earned them skills to read people straight. Adam was starting to crack. His mouth fell from its grin and turned into a tight, thin line. Still staring straight into the point of the gun, he reached one hand into his pocket and slowly drew out a thick bundle of notes held together with a rubber band.

"Drop it," Lucas ordered, all the while not taking his eyes off the Adam. Adam did as he was told.

"Now if I were you…" Lucas began, the volume of his voice at a normal level "…I would run," He finished in a whisper. Adam sprinted for his life. Lucas shook his head and went back to the car. Starting up the engine, he glanced at Brooke. Her arm was rested on the small edge of the car window, her fingers absentmindly playing with her chocolate locks; she was staring out the open window into the warm night.

"What's on your mind baby?" Lucas asked her as he drove over the speed limit, no change there. After hearing no reply he asked her again. She sighed and turned to face him.

"Don't you ever get tired?" She asked, her eyes were full of so much emotion that Lucas had to look away. He played dumb.

"Of what?"

She rolled her eyes and looked up at the car roof, muttering something inaudible to Lucas' ears.

"I dunno… of it all?" She shrugged, now playing with the hem of her thin, brown vest top. She tugged at her demine mini skirt, pulling it uncomfortably. Every time she tried to talk to Lucas about this he would either act dumb or change the subject. Acting dumb I can see, she thought to herself. After a few moments of silence, she accepted that he didn't want to talk about it. They were driving back to his apartment. The road ahead was dark but Brooke knew it by heart… Of course she did, Tree Hill was her home. Even though it was just a tiny one place with a small kitchen, bedroom and bathroom all crammed into one, Brooke always thought of it as her home as well. Lucas always reminded her that it was. He also reminded her that as soon as senior year was over, they would be gone from Tree Hill forever. Just the two of them, they would start a new life together. But as much as they both believed it, Brooke knew in the very back of her mind that it wasn't so simple. Senior year had just started two weeks ago and her dad would be damned if he let her leave town with Tree Hill's most notorious bad boy. Still, she tried to go along with it and act as if she didn't care what everyone thought. Really, she didn't. She didn't care what anyone thought as long as she had Lucas, but her dad was the single most important man in her life. After her boyfriend of course. High School was time pass to her, walking through those halls every morning, sitting through endless and meaningless classes meant nothing. The only people that tied her down were Nathan James, her best friend, Lucas, her boyfriend and George Davis, her dad. Without them, her whole world would crumble, without them… Brooke Davis was nothing.

Lucas didn't care about anyone. Not one single person in this whole universe. No one except one. The one girl who made his whole world stop in just a heartbeat. Brooke. Other than her, Lucas didn't have or care or love anyone else. To him, it was just him and her against the world. She was different, she loved and cared for other people, he knew and respected that. Sometimes he would be jealous that she had so many people who looked out for her, don't get him wrong, he had plenty of boys who had his back, but none that cared the same way Nathan or her dad cared about Brooke. Other times he would be grateful, because if he ever wanted to just up and leave, he could. He couldn't say the same for Brooke though. Lucas never used to let her go with him to deal his drugs or to do any of his business but one day Brooke asked him to.

"Lucas, please!" Brooke begged, pouting her naturally red lips. Lucas closed his eyes, she looked at him like that and he could never say no but this was important, he couldn't let her go with him, it was too dangerous.

"Brooke!" He groaned in frustration "I cant babe, you know that," He dared to open his eyes and look at her. Now her face was deadly serious, nearly so serious that it scared him.

"Do you love me Lucas?"

"You're kidding right?" Lucas asked. Brooke didn't answer. Lucas widened his eyes and inwardly gasped. "Brooke, you're my light… my world, my everything, I can't even begin to THINK of my life without you now! And yeah, I probably don't deserve you and all but God Brooke! How can you think I don't love you? I love you so much that sometimes I don't think it's possible, do not EVER doubt that, do you hear me?" Lucas said, all in one breath. She needed to understand that he would rather die than be without her.

"Then take me," She whispered, her raspy voice making him weak in the knees.

"What?"

"Take me with you… If you love me,"

Since then it was just how the roll. Brooke Davis and Lucas Scott, together till the end. He drove up onto his street and parked the car. He looked at Brooke who was playing with her nails. She looked so innocent that he couldn't help but smile at her small delicate frame and her the moonlight shining on her flawless skin, wisps of her hair hang loosely around her face.

"You staying home tonight?" He said, his voice deep but soothing and gentle at the same time. She looked up at him and grinned.

"Of course I am gorgeous," She leaned in and kissed his lips gently. He deepened the kiss and was glad when she kindly returned the gesture. Soon her hand was travelling south and his hard member was grasped in her hand. His hand traced the hem of her skirt then reached up and touched her left breast. She wasn't wearing a bra and his touch made her feel out of this world. He whispered huskily into her ear and squeezed both her breast in his hands. She moaned into his mouth and pulled back a little.

"Let me call my dad and tell him in staying at Nate's, I'll meet you upstairs," She added when she saw his face fall like a sad little boy. She laughed when he pouted. "Go!" She giggled and kicked his ass out of the car. She pulled out her cell phone and typed in her father's number, her fingers stabbing the buttons hastily, still flustered after the intense make out session, although that was hardly anything compared to their usual ones. She held the silver device to her ear; the ringing was the only sound in the old mustang.

"Hello, this is George Davis, please leave your message after the tone and I will get back to you, BEEP," The machine signalled and Brooke spoke.

"Hey dad, Uh, I'm staying at Nate's today soo… Don't wait up," She snapped the phone shut and sat silently for a moment. It wasn't unusual to receive her dad's voicemail, infact the last time she actually spoke to him and not his recorded voice on the phone was probably her 8th birthday when he called from Japan to tell her that he won't be back till another week. She cringed when she thought back to the faint memory, remembering how excited she was when she thought he actually remembered.

"I'm such a fool," She muttered to herself, slamming the car door as she locked it and walked up the stairs to Lucas' apartment. She sent Nathan a text as she unlocked the door with the key that hung around her neck.

'Nate, Im staying at urs tonite if dad asks thnx I love u' she hit send and shut the phone. She smirked when she saw Lucas' boxers on the floor. The ones he was wearing today. She sauntered into the bedroom, her smirk turned to confusion when she didn't find him. Her forehead creased, she walked into the small laundry room and saw him naked. Doing the laundry.

"What the fuck?" She giggled. He looked up.

"What?" He held his hands up in surrender "I got bored," She shook her head at him and slipped out of her skirt. Pulling her top over her head she walked up to him and kissed his shoulder blades. He moaned passionately in her ear.

"You were saying?" She whispered. In one swift motion he pulled her on top of the vibrating machine and gasped as she let out a moan as soon as her wet centre met the vibrations. She hauled him up into her lap and groaned when he ripped her panties off effortlessly. They came together and held each other close.

It was just how they rolled.

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