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Why me? This time. Why not Peyton?

"What are you doing here?" I ask trying not to sound excited.

"I'm- I'm in town for a fashion show. Geez! How have you been? Do you live here now? It's been so long!"
Brooke opens her arms and quickly captures me. I freeze and finally wrap my arms around her. Her light brown hair teases my nose with the smell of vanilla and strawberries. She releases her grip but I keep mine firm as I try to make this moment last forever. I bury myself in her hair for a slight second and then regrettably let her go. She takes a step away from me and looks me deeply in the eye before letting out a half smile. I take in each and every curve of the short, strapless red dress she is wearing.

"How are you, Luke?" Shes askes calmly.

"I'm doing okay.. How about you?"

"I'm doing great! My line is doing very well... surprisingly."

I open my mouth to speak but am interrupted by a cell phone. Brooke frantically looks through her purse and pulls out her phone.

"Oh.. Sorry, Luke. Would you mind if I took this really quick?"

"Oh no, go ahead."

"Alright, I'll be right back." She lets out the infamous smile that could melt the coldest of hearts before answering her phone and making her way outside. I watch her push her way through the crowd. A body is thrown at me as I try my hardest to lift the body back up.

"Luke..." She wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me in closer, "Luke! Hi Lukey! Lukey Luke." Peyton says with the strong scent of vodka of her breath.

"I told her that thirteen shots was too much!" Jamie says behind her.

"Thirteen?! She had thirteen shots?!"

"Chill out, Mr. Boy Scout. We're taking a cab home, Peyton's spending the night."
I look down at the once frail girl in my arms as she hangs her head lifelessly. I pass her over to Jaime without another word and take a seat at the bar. It feels like hours have passed as I watch the unfamiliar faces begin to pile out. Finally, I've come to the conclusion that Brooke left and decide its best to go home. Maybe we're not meant to be together. Maybe this is just a sign telling me that she's moved on and I haven't. To be honest, I did try to fight for her. But the fact that her best friend was in love with me kind of added to the problems. Why me? This time. Why not Peyton? The sentence that runs through my head everytime I think about her still breaks my heart. It was always you, Brooke. When Peyton was too busy playing games, you were straight forward. Why couldn't I realize that? Why did it take five years to realize that you're the one I want to spend the rest of my life with?

I stand up and make my way to the door. As I open it a familiar brunette makes her way in.

"Oh, are you leaving already?" Brooke looks up at me with her brown puppy dog eyes.

"Umm.. No... I was just about to get some air... I thought you left."

"Come on, Luke. You know me better than that."
It's true. Why would I ever think that Brooke would leave without saying goodbye? Shes not...like me. At that moment I realize all I want to do is watch her smile for the rest of my life.

"Funny thing," She says breaking the silence between us, "I could of sworn I saw Peyton outside. What a coincidence! You, me and Peyton all in the same plaaa-- Oh my gosh. You two are still together?"

"Yeah.."

"Ohh.." She says. The look in her eye goes from happy to hurt? in a split second.

"You wanna sit down? Let me buy you a drink. We've got alot of catching up to do."
She nods her head and leads me to the bar. I order the first round and finally ask the question thats been killing me.

"So.. are you.. seeing anyone?"
She takes a sip of her beer.

"Yeah," I can feel my heart tear in two, "Yes, actually."

"Oh. So.. Whats he like?"
Could I rip his face off and make him wish he never laid a hand on you?

"Oh.. You know my type. He's..um.. tall.. attractive.. He's very attractive... So how are you and Peyton." She says sharp and quickly, obviously trying to avoid the boyfriend subject.

Lie to her? Or tell her the truth? Lie? Truth? Hmmm...

"Honestly.. Not great. Have you ever felt trapped? Like you had to love someone and not because you wanted to? What am I saying? I'm sorry, you probably have problems of your own."

"It's OK, really. I think I know what you're talking about. Like the love you once felt for that person... just suddenly stopped and all you can think about is someone else.." She looks at me and as our eyes meet it feels like I never left Tree Hill.

"Exactly." I whisper more to myself.

Hours have passed, dozens of drinks have been poured and the place is practically empty. We could of been dead silent and I would of still cherished every moment with her. She told me stories of her favorite memories that took place while I was no longer in her life. Throughout the conversation, I kept thinking to myself whether or not I should tell her I've been thinking about her a lot lately. But if I did.. what would be the consequences? What if I was just making her life that much more complicated? What about her boyfriend in New York? What if she didn't love me anymore? All these "What If's" but no straight forward answers.
Thats it. I'm going to tell her. I'm going to tell her I love her. That she's all I think about. That I'm sorry I broke her heart. That I would spend the rest of my life with her if she'd let me.

"Brooke, I--"

"Excuse me, but we're closing up. I'm going to have to ask you two to leave." The bartender says.

I shoot him a deathstare and then look over at Brooke.

"What time is it?" She askes yawning.

I look at my watch, "Uhh.. wow.. 3:30."

"Maybe we should get going." She lets out another yawn through a slight giggle and stretches her arms above her head.

"Yeah." I hop out of my seat and grab her coat. She stumbles off the stool as we make our way outside. Once outside, I stand behind her and help her with her coat. My fingers graze against her bare flesh and goosebumps begin to form. She looks over her shoulder at me and then turns around. She lifts her head, her eyes are covered in a thin, foggy glaze. At that moment, all I want to do is press my lips against hers. I just want to hold her in my arms and never let her go. Have some composure. This girl isn't yours anymore. She has a boyfriend. You have a girlfriend. She wasn't going to wait for you forever. Our faces inch closer together as her eyes begin to shut. The lights of the bar have been shut off and the only light illuminating the streets is the lonely moon.

I can feel her hot breath against my lips. This is what I've been aching for for five years, but something about this just doesn't seem right. I back away slightly.

"So where are you staying?"

She opens her eyes and scrunches her face disappointedly, "The...um.. Golden Arches."

I nod my head, "I'll walk you there." I begin to walk.

"Oh. No, it's okay Luke, its right around the corner."
I stop dead in my tracks and turn around.

"Brooke. Its 3 in the morning, we're downtown and theres an attractive girl walking down the street by herself. I think there are people out there that are going to do more than ask you, 'How are you?'"

She nods her head in agreement and begins to walk beside me. She bumps into me with her hip and lets out a little giggle. And then another.

"Whats so funny?" I ask letting out a smile.

"You think I'm attractiveeee." She slurs.

I shake my head and let out a little laugh, "Oh, Brooke. How I've missed you."

The rest of the walk is quiet. I watch how as each breath she takes forms a little cloud of hot air in front of her. She begins to lean against me for some body heat to warm her up. As we touch I imagine the rest of my life doing this every night. Just me and her. Just Brooke and I.

I should say goodnight and give her a hug goodbye. God knows when I'll see her again.

My thoughts are thinking straight, but my body has other things in mind.

I'll just walk her to her room. That's it. I'll stop at the door and then say goodnight and give her a hug goodbye.

I open the door for her and follow her in. She walks over to the elevators and presses the up button. We pile into the empty elevator and enjoy the silent ride up. I lean against the railing and watch the light flash to each level. Finally the lift comes to a stop and she steps out. I continue to follow her to her door. We finally reach it. Room 324. She turns around and faces me.

"Well.. Goodnight." I let out a half smile and wrap her in my arms for a brief moment.

"Where are you heading now?" She askes.

"Back to the bar. I have to get my car and then I'm probably going to head home."

"Luke!" She narrows her eyes, "You or I are neither designated drivers or capable of driving."

She does have a point.

"Where do you want me to sleep? On a park bench?"

"No, silly. You can sleep on the couch." She motions inside with her head.

I shrug my shoulders as she slips her key card into the slot. The door clicks and we find ourselves inside. She clicks the lights on. The room must be a penthouse. It's bigger than that thing I call an apartment. I follow her through the room and into the bed room. She sees me behind her yet says nothing. I plop down on my back onto the bed. Once my head hits the pillow, I am embrace in Brooke's scent. My hands lay on my stomach as I quickly drift away. The lights flick off as streams of moonlight fall from the cracks in the blinds. The bed creaks from sudden weight.

Is she...? No... Is she?

I feel intense body heat beat against my skin. She places her head in the crook of my neck. Her forehead pressed against my cheek. Her breath forms goosebumps on my skin. She wraps her arm with mine. I listen to her breaths become slower and slower. The constant sound of her breath rocks me to sleep. Before I know it I'm fast alseep and lying next to me is the love of my life.

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