Lucas rolled over in his bed, expecting to find room to stretch out his legs. Instead, he was met with another leg and a grunt. He opened his eyes slowly, blinking numerous times to de-blur the person next to him. Slowly, he followed the legs up to the girl who was leaning against his headboard, his sheet wrapped around her chest. "Hi." Her voice was filled with no emotion and for a second he was confused as to how she got into his bed.
She waited until his memory caught up with him before she continued. When his eyes went wide she figured he'd put two and two together and sighed. "Yeah. Not the greatest thing to remember right when you wake up." He mimicked her and sat up, running his hand through his short hair. "God, I just broke so many best friends rules."
"How," he asked, yawning, still trying to get his mind in to awake mode. "Peyton and I aren't together." He said it so casually, as if what they did was a small crime.
"That doesn't mean that I can go around sleeping with you!"
"This isn't good." She let out a laugh and even though he wasn't looking at her, he knew that she was shaking her head.
"This is shit." She shook her head and stood up, leaving the sheet on the bed as she searched the room for her panties and bra. Even though he had just woken up, he followed her body with drowsy eyes. He smiled a little but then turned away, thinking better of the situation. Yes he had had sex with Brooke Davis who was walking around his room at that very moment naked, but that didn't mean he was like that.
She paced around the room, slowly picking up her underwear and putting them on, mumbling something underneath her breath. "We can't talk about this. Ever. Under no circumstances should we even mention this ever again." She turned to look at him, expecting to see a look of agreement on his face. He still looked sort of dazed though, like he still hadn't completely woken up. She let out an aggravated noise and walked over to his dresser, yanking out a t-shirt. "When you wake up I'll be in the kitchen."
She pulled the t-shirt over her head angrily as she made her way into the small kitchen. She made her way over to the fridge, opening it and looking through all the food in hope of finding something that appealed to her. Nothing caught her eye except the orange juice that sat on the top shelf. She pulled it out and looked through three cabinets before coming across cups. She noticed some bread on the counter and decided that toast would have to do for now. She had just put two slices into the toaster when Lucas came into the kitchen slowly, rubbing his eyes.
She glanced back at him before hopping up on the counter waiting for her toast to finish cooking. She took a sip of her juice and eyed Lucas as he made his way into the fridge, pulling out the carton of eggs and some cheese. "Do you want eggs?" She shouldn't have nodded her head. She shouldn't have stayed when she had first woke up. She should have just got out of his bed, back into her clothes and into her car and left. Her biggest mistake though was probably going over there in the first place. But, she couldn't take that back so there was no use being emo over something she can't change.
She watched as he cracked the eggs into a bowl before grabbing a fork and whipping the eggs. When he grabbed the bowl and walked over to the stove, he stopped and looked at her. She had been watching his movements so intently that it almost scared him. Brooke noticed that he was staring back at her now and ducked her head down in embarrassment. "Sorry. It's just, I've never made eggs before and I was kinda trying to memorize everything so that maybe I wont have to eat out every morning."
"It's really not that hard," he said with a light laugh, pouring the eggs mixture into the pan.
"You'd be surprised at just how much I can't cook. I couldn't even make cereal right until I was 13." His laughter got louder but surprisingly Brooke wasn't embarrassed anymore. She observed as he dropped shredded cheese into the pan on top of the eggs and then grabbed a spatula.
"Come here." She did as she was told and walked up to him and he held the spatula out for her. She didn't take the spatula instead just looked up at him confused. "You're going to cook the eggs." With that she laughed and walked back over to the toaster.
"I'm not going to be responsible for poisoning you." She took her toast out from the toaster and placed it on a napkin. Out of the corner of her eye she saw him shake his head before finishing up the eggs. She took a bite of her toast before finally saying what she had been wanting to ask ever since he had walked into the room. "So you're going to keep quiet about this right?"
He placed a plate of steaming eggs in front of her before taking the seat next to her, his own plate in front of him. "That you can't cook?" She rolled her eyes before tearing off another piece of her toast and popping it into her mouth.
"Look, nobody ever has to know what we did. Hell, nobody has to know that I even came over. I'm just going to leave and we never talk about this again," Brooke said calmly.
"And what? We go back to being casual acquaintances?" Brooke nodded, a small smile on her face, glad that he was finally understanding what she was trying to say. "Well that's crappy." He looked over at her and noticed she had a look on her face, as if to ask 'Excuse me'. "I had a nice time with you last night Brooke."
"When I was on top or on bottom?"
Now it was his turn to roll his eyes. "I meant when we were just hanging out and watching tv. It was nice just spending time with you. I think we could be good friends instead of people who see each other because of other friends."
Before he even finished the sentence she was shaking her head. "No. People are gonna get suspicious."
"What people? Nobody is even in town. You're going to be lonely, I'm going to be lonely so we might as well be lonely together since we still have the whole month of August left." By the look on her face, he knew she was considering it. Weighing the pros and cons as she tilted her head from side to side.
Truth was, she did have a nice time too but Brooke knew what would happen if it became a regular thing. She knew cheerleaders or pathetic freshman watched her every move and if she suddenly started hanging out with Lucas rumors would fly. So even though the people who were in town were far less important, anyone could start a deadly rumor. Still, Lucas was sweet and really did comfort her last night... before she took of her shirt. Although he was still extremely nice after she did that.
The phone rang then and Lucas hesitantly went to go get it. It was his mom and she took that time to go get own clothes on. Five minutes later she came out of his room, fully clothed, just as he hung up with his mom. She grabbed her purse from the couch and then walked to the door. "So?"
She turned back around and gave him a small smile. "I'll think about it." That made a smile appear on his face and that in turn got hers to smile a little bit bigger. He really did have a nice smile. It was a shame that she'd just noticed that now. "Thanks Luke."