Thanks to cutaneousenses for reviewing my story my first reviewer & I noticed I set the story's characters to Brooke and Keith by mistake, this is a Brucas story so if anyone got confused by that sorry. I so fixed it so anyways, onto the story!
Two.
Her eyelids slowly parted, an immediate headache forming within her temples--definite sign that she had too much to drink the preceeding night. She quickly shut her eyelids in hopes of returning to sleep, anything to put a stop to the oncoming hell that would proceed. It was too late for her though, the repercussions of her actions were coming full force and all she could do was run for the bathroom and dip her head into the blue colored water of the porcelain toilet.
"Brooke?" For a moment she thought she was dreaming he couldn't be in her home...in her bedroom; could he? She raised her head slowly, trying to contain the remains of the forthcoming hangover but failed miserably. Once more she had to dip her head into the toilet, the following noices announcing to Lucas her current location. Almost instantly he took control, holding her hair up as she released chunks of unbearable items until she stopped. Her body fell against the sink once done, unable to stand Lucas came to her rescue. He lifted her body slowly, moving her towards the matching porcelain sink and washed her face with cold water. Was it weird that she allowed him to take care of her? Brooke was unsure; while she wanted to snatch her body from his hold she couldn't help but feel safe. She liked having Lucas take care of her, having him hold her as he led her towards her bedroom once more. It felt good. "You need your rest," He told her as he carefully placed her onto the comforter.
"Where's Rachel?" Brooke noticed her voice was hoarse, probably from the earlier release as she made herself comfortable on the Queen sized bed.
"At school," Lucas said with a small smile on her lips at Brooke's lack of awareness of the day. "It's Monday pretty girl." Her heart fluttered lightly at his words, she loved it when he called her that and found herself blushing at his words.
"Oh." It was all she could come up with. She wasn't sure whether it was his smile, or his scent, or his words, or maybe it was how incredibly sexy he looked in something as simple as a hoodie and jeans but it tore apart her fortitude. She'd told herself the night of that party, which went completely wrong, that she was done with Lucas Scott. She told herself she'd move on, that she wasn't going to put herself through the drama and set herself in the love triangle that he and Peyton built but now--she found herself questioning her ability to stick by her thoughts. "Shouldn't you be at school?" Brooke finally asked driving herself away from her thoughts.
"Shouldn't you?" He rebutted with a risen eyebrow awkwardly enough pulling a small smile out of Brooke.
"I'm sick," She responded with a pout. It was weird, she wasn't sure where this playful attitude was coming from considering the recent break-up but she liked it. She liked the playfulness between them.
"You wouldn't be if you hadn't drunk so much." And just like that, she knew it was over. "Brooke what were you trying to prove?" His eyes narrowed into slits as he stared at her through it trying to figure out what was going on, to understand her.
"Nothing, I just got a little drunk," Brooke huffed with a sigh knowing an argument was brewing but considering her condition it wasn't the right time for it.
"So you broke up with me to get drunk and dance on tables?"
"No I broke up with you because...forget it," She quickly stopped herself figuring it was too late, they were already over. No point in rehashing the past.
"Why do you always do that?" He now stood before her; it was pretty obvious he was frustrated.
"Do what?"
"You say I push you away, you say I'm the one not missing you Brooke but it's you. You never let me in, you never tell me what's going on. You are the one always looking for reasons, always finding reasons to break us up. Why? Why do you so easily let me go?"
"I don't want to let you go Lucas but I also don't want to get hurt."
"What makes you think I'll hurt you?" She heard a calmness in his voice once more. Her eyes drifted upward and she could see a pleading look in his eyes, almost begging herself to make some sense in the situation but she didn't want to put herself through it again. "Brooke I know I messed up before but I promise, I won't..."
"It's not that Lucas, it's not." She shook her head horizontally as she spoke.
"Then what is it..." Lucas drifted off feeling at a loss.
"It's nothing." She didn't want to risk it so she let him go once more.
"You say I never fight for you Brooke but all I do is fight but I never win with you." Brooke sighed, unable to reply to his words. It was better for her heart this way.
"I'm sorry," She wasn't sure what else to say so she threw his words back at him and just as she did two nights ago he walked out of the door. Frustrated, angry with both herself and him Brooke turned her back to both him and the situation. With only one safe place to return to she closed her eyes and went to sleep, tears as her lullaby.
