"You want me to do what Brody?" Brooke asked as she almost dropped her new iPhone into the sink, where she and Chase were doing dishes. Owen was in the dining room, setting the table for the four of them while Peyton was in her room, probably crying. The party had been great, but none of them were going to be able to sleep, and there hadn't been much food at the party, so Chase had suggested they have a late night barbeque, and for the first time in weeks, Peyton had agreed to eat with them, so Brooke hadn't had the heart to turn him down.

"I want you to meet me at your store, and help me to figure out how to break up with Lindsay."

"Are you aware that you are planning on getting married in less than twelve hours?" she whispered, nodding to Chase and motioning towards the porch so that he would know where she was going.

"Not anymore. Please. I'm doing this, no matter what. With or without your help Brooke. But I would really like your help."

"No, god Luke. Of course I'll help you. I just, had given up on you ever seeing the light on this one."

"Thanks. Can you be there in about ten minuets?"

"Yeah. I have to bring Owen along though. I need some stuff unpacked. And we could probably use some help. I'd bring Chase, but I need someone to watch Peyton."

"Watch her?"

"We'll talk later. I'll be there. Promise. See you soon."

"Brooke." Lucas said before hanging up, "could you not say anything to Peyton, not yet. I don't want her feeling guilty."

"Yes. Sure. Thank you Luke." Brooke said laughing, as she hung up the phone. And she couldn't keep the smile off her face as she walked back into the house, and explained what was going on. And it was a mark of their relationship, and how well he knew her friends that even he couldn't keep a smile off her face as he instructed Chase on how to finish the dinner.

As Owen ran off to go get cleaned up, so that he wouldn't smell like barbeque at the boutique, Brooke laughed as she told Chase what to do.

"Look, just finish the dinner, and then eat with Peyton. Make sure she eats; I don't think she did at all yesterday. And then make sure she gets to sleep. She needs at least a few hours this week. There's some sleep meds in the cabinet, if she won't go to sleep, she is allowed to have one. And if Rachel shows up-"

"Don't let her go out and play, and make she takes her bottle. Brooke. She isn't five. She's a grown woman. And I think that she's allowed to mope today. The love of her life is getting married. But I'll make sure she eats, and gets some sleep. I promise."

"Thank you."

"Would you please stop talking about me in hushed tones?" said a voice from the hallway outside the kitchen door, which was revealed to be Peyton's. "I can hear you. And I'm not going to break down."

"I know P. Sawyer. But Owen and I have to go run a few errands for the company, and Chase is staying here. Eat. Sleep. And as I was trying to tell Chase, if Rachel shows up, send her straight to the shop. Actually," Brooke said, turning from her somber, heart broken best friend to her ex-boyfriend, "Chase, dive her there. Peyton you are not allowed to leave this house under any circumstances. Promise?"

"Fine mother. I'll be sure to."

"Thank you." Owen interrupted as he whisked Brooke out of the house and into his car.

"I swear, you're more excited about this than I am."

"Brooke, honey. I have seen Peyton the past few weeks. She's a mess. She isn't eating, or sleeping. And I've heard about the amazing Leyton from Chase over the years. They need each other. And I need more time alone with you."

"Well the, get moving. The sooner we can plan this, the better. For everyone."

Five minutes later, as they pulled up to the store, Brooke got her first look at Lucas Scott. He was definitely looking grim. And nervous. And sad. And an entire array of emotions that Brooke Davis was sure that she had never seen on anyone's face, all at the same time.

"Brody. You're a mess." She sighed as she ran over to where the blonde novelist was standing and hugged him, tightly.

"I am about to break off my engagement with my fiancée, so that I can be with a woman who probably won't take me back anyways. Of course I'm a mess." Lucas said, ending his rant with a bitter laugh as the threesome made their way into the Clothes of Bros shop, Owen gave Brooke a tight hug, and then made his way to the back of the store to do some unpacking while Brooke and Lucas talked.

"Okay, Lucas. I love you, and you know I think you're doing the right thing. But are you sure? Luke, she can't take another broken heart. I don't think it ever fully recovered from the last time."

"Yeah, I'm sure. I love her so much it hurts. I never should have given up on her. I messed up. And Lindsay and Peyton shouldn't both have to pay for it."

"Okay then Luke. Here's what I call the art of breaking up. Though I've never broken up with a guy on our wedding day before, so we might have to adjust…"

Three hours later Lucas Scott smiled as he hugged Brooke goodbye. They hadn't really came up with an amazing speech for him to give, but they had both decided that he just needed to tell the truth to Lindsay, she deserved that much.

"Hey, Luke, before you go, will you answer me one question?"

"Sure Pretty Girl, what's on your mind?"

"Why now? What happened to change your mind?"

"I love Lindsay, I really do, but she'll never be able to compete with what Peyton and I shared. She'll always be second in my heart, and that's…"

"Not fair to you or Peyton, Lindsay." Lucas said to his heart broken fiancée about a half an hour later. After he had told Brooke why now, she had left him with only one word of advice: say that. So that's what he was doing. "You deserve someone so much better than me. Someone who can love you completely for who are. And I can't do that. Because I am, and always will be, in love with Peyton Sawyer."

A/N: Okay, so this is not the end of the story. In case I wasn't very clear, The last paragraph switch from Luke talking to Brooke, at about six in the morning, to Luke talking to Lindsay, at about seven. The next chapter will be Lindsay's reaction, and Peyton's reaction. Review, Please! Oh, and if you fave or alert, please review! Thanks!