Broken by Joan

She thought he was cute, and he thought she was cute. Before Lucas, that had been enough. PG.

Author's Note: This sorta just came out after I watched Tuesday's episode. Let me know if you like it!

Brooke felt broken inside, and she wondered when this pain would end. She reached out to her bed-stand and threw the silver picture frame onto the floor. Watching as the glass broke into a million pieces, the tears began to fall down her face.


Their faces and words blurred her mind. Lucas kissing Peyton…the way she looked at him when he made a joke…we didn't mean to hurt you…
Ever since she was fifteen, and her father left, leaving only his money, Brooke had partied away the pain. Alcohol seemed to numb her senses, and she wanted so desperately to hurt people in the ways that they had hurt her. Even cheerleading had proved to be an escape, with the late night practices and competitions every weekend.


She had opened up to Lucas, let him learn all of this, but he betrayed her, just as everyone else had.


Little things kept coming back to her at the oddest moments. Like in Trig, she'd caught Lucas' glance. Suddenly, she remembered the way his body had molded against hers. The way he made her stomach flutter when he kissed her.


And she hated herself for remembering those things.


Brooke had had plenty of other boyfriends, sure. Her first had been at age twelve, he was a high school sophmore. Now, she couldn't imagine one of her friends dating a seventh grader, but Josh had. She hadn't felt at all for him the way she felt about Lucas. She thought he was cute, and he thought she was cute. Before Lucas, that had been enough.


She wished she could forget those feelings, and go back to giving guys blow jobs in their parent's bedrooms, no strings attached.
Because the strings broke, and she was left alone with feelings a million times worse than the ones she craved.


When things like this happened, best friends were supposed to be there clutching ice cream and Tom Cruise. Peyton had always been there for Brooke when she needed her. She'd always helped make the pain go away.


This time, Peyton had caused the pain. No matter how many messages she left for Brooke, it wouldn't change the fact that she had broken your heart.
Because the damage had been done, and no many how chocolates she ate, her heart wouldn't mend.

She sighed, reapplying her mascara. She walked back out to her party, and grinned at Tim. She thought he was cute, and he thought she was cute. She needed that to be enough.

The End.

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