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Two Years Ago

Lucas rolls over his, arm landing on Brooke's waist and he mumbles a 'Sorry'.

"What time is it," she asks hoarsely, not opening her eyes. He doesn't say anything, just makes a half hearted attempt at a shrug and she grumbles. "I have to get up."

"It's too early," he responds. Brooke had kept him up to nearly four talking until...

Oh shit.

"Ohmigod." His eyes still aren't open but he thinks Brooke's just figured it out too. He opens one eye and sees Brooke grabbing for the sheet that had been pushed to the end of the bed, her naked form outlined by the light spilling into the room. Next thing he knows, Brooke hits his arm before leaning against his head board. "What the fuck Lucas!"

"Are you blaming this on me," he asks, sitting up himself, grabbing his pillow to place over his lap since Brooke had taken all the sheets. She nods with certainty and his mouth drops open in shock. "You're the one that came into my room!"

"Because you refuse to let anyone else have the nice cool air," she retorts and he rolls his eyes.

"I was ready to go back to sleep when you came in here." She opens her mouth, ready to respond but he beats her to it. "And, if I do remember correctly, you kissed me first."

She lets out an aggravated groan before pouting. "But you teased me! Both on the couch and right before I kissed you. You ran your hand up my leg and then you practically groped me!" She looks over at him and notices the small smile he was trying to hide. "You're such an ass!" She shoves him and he just laughs.

"You know you liked it."

She looks away. "That's besides the point." She twists her hair into a knot and sighs. "So what is this?"

"What do you want this to be?" They lock eyes and suddenly Brooke isn't too sure.

"I don't have time for anything. We don't have time for anything. You're always making rewrites or promoting. Victoria keeps me on a short leash... it couldn't work."

He nods in agreement. "So, this was just a one time thing?" She stays quiet for a moment, processing everything. She couldn't date Lucas again. Timing wasn't right and honestly, she couldn't add a boyfriend to her already hectic life. But, god, if last night wasn't the best night she had in a long time. She finally felt good again.

"Last night was good right?" He nods wearily, unsure of where his ex girlfriend was going with this. "So what would be the harm if we occasionally do it again?"

His brow furrows and she shrugs innocently. "Like... benefiting?" She bits her bottom lip before bobbing her head up and down hesitantly.

Present Time

Brooke straightens out her skirt, smoothing out the wrinkles that formed in on the train ride. She drops her bag on to the fluffy bed before slumping down next to it. She sinks into the bed and it's such a relief to just relax. But then she realizes that Victoria and Lucas have still been shooting up her phone and she reluctantly pulls it out of her purse. One text to her mother. That's it.

Decided to go to elsewhere, wont see you for a while. I'll send sketches. Run the company. Brooke

"Good enough," she mutters before looking at Lucas' number. She really should send a text, or call, just let him know that she's still alive even though she knows it's going to be too hard. So she finally decides on sending just one simple word.

Sorry

Two Years Ago

His lips are sucking on that spot on her neck that makes her go insane and she digs her nails into his shoulders, moaning in his ear. Her legs are wrapped around his waist, her skirt hiked up around her waist and his jeans are down around his ankles. They stumble through the apartment and in one swift moment, Lucas's legs hit the edge of his bed, the two tumbling down on to the mattress. "I am so glad we decided to do this," he mumbles in between kisses as he unbuttons her shirt.

She laughs and nods against his lips before rippling his own shirt off. "Just remember, I got to get back out of here by 2 or Victoria's gonna give me hell."

"I'm sure I could persuade you to stay," he whispers, his fingers finding their way between her legs. She moans involuntarily, her eyes squeezing shut as he begins to work her. He stops, teasingly and she hits his arm.

"Fine, I'll stay till three."

Present Time

She's forgotten how relaxing life could be without a cell phone. When she went out to look at the city, she'd promptly thrown it into the Seine and began her wandering. And somehow, she's ended up in the Parc des Buttes Chaumont, whatever the hell that means. She makes a mental note to learn French, or at least more than the two years that she learned in high school since she's pretty sure she only knows what 'Oui' means. She'll need to learn how to speak at least something considering she plans on staying here a while.

She rubs her stomach unconsciously and sighs. "Excuse me?" She turns around and comes face to face with a man not much older than her.

"Um, hi," she says to the man dressed in a simple pair of jeans and a buttoned up shirt. He's well groomed and actually looked like he cared about what he looked like. She glances at his nails discreetly and then at his eyebrows and let out a sigh of relief. He's most definitely gay.

"You're Brooke Davis right? From Clothes over Bros?" She nods with a smile on her face and that's when he starts to scare her. He lets out a scream and then hugs her tight. When he finally lets go of her he jumps up and down and then recomposes himself. "Sorry. It's just, you're amazing. Your clothes are sent from the gods."

She blushes and thanks him. Small talk goes on between the two and when she mentions that she'll be staying in the city for a while, his eyes go wide. "Do you think you could show me around and stuff? I don't know anyone here and I'd rather not be a loner in this city," she says with a laugh. He nods and loops his arm in hers, walking with her through the park.

"So, what exactly has brought you to my wonderful city?" She laughs at his words and then gets quiet when she tries to formulate what to say. She simply states that boys are too stupid and her mother is the devil. She figures it'll suffice.

For now anyway.

He nods and goes into a long rant about if he weren't allergic to vaginas he'd give up on men completely. She laughs and she can't remember the last time she laughed this hard. She thinks that Orlando, who has just now introduced himself, will be a good friend for her.

But just as she continues laughing, that familiar feeling returns to her stomach and she stops walking. He asks her what's wrong and that's when it happens. She runs to the nearest bush and empties her stomach. "That is disgusting," she can hear him say and she lets out a groan in discomfort. "Are you sick?"

She laughs despite herself. "I wish."

"So what then? Are you." He stops mid way upon seeing the look on her face. "Oh, so that's why you've escaped to Paris."

She nods, a frown on her face. "That and I am convinced my mother's the devil." He pats her back as they continue their walk.

Two Years Ago

"Where the hell have you been?" She's hit with the question as soon as she enters her apartment. Victoria stands in the middle of her spacious living room, arms folded, her eyes already in the form of a death glare. "You're an hour late. You have to get ready for the premiere!"

She hates that she's still getting reprimanded by her mother. "I don't want to go to the premiere. Why can't I just design my clothes and be done with it?" Her mother launches into a big long speech about how appearances are everything but she honestly isn't listening. Just going through the motions of getting undressed and putting on the gown her mother has picked out for her. It's not till she goes to do her make up that her mother stops talking to let out the biggest gasp Brooke's ever heard.

"What is that!" Brooke looks confused but when she moves her gaze from her mother and back to herself in the mirror it's clear what her mother is referring to. The dark mark on her neck stands out against her pale skin and she quickly covers it with her hand.

"It's nothing," she mumbles quietly, reaching for her coverup and globbing it on the spot. Her mother rushes over and grabs the bottle from her, instructing Brooke to tilt her head to the side. She does as she's told and her mother works meticulously to make the mark unnoticeable. Her neck begins to hurt after about ten minutes of manipulations before she finally hears her mother let out a groan.

"You can not go to the premiere like this. You're not going to any public event as long as that thing is still obvious." She lets out an aggravated sigh before washing her hands. "And I don't want you seeing whoever gave that to you again. Honestly, this isn't good for you."


"You are amazing," Brooke says as Lucas opens the door. "Come on, we're going out for food, my treat."

"Why," he asks to everything, and she just grabs his hand and pulls him out of the apartment.

"Because the hickey you gave me got me out of going to a premiere," she answers happily. "From now on, I'm gonna make you give me one whenever I want to get out of something."

He laugh and just shakes his head at the crazy girl next to him.

Present Time

"Do you think any of the priests speak English here," she asks Orlando once he informs her that they'll be passing by Notre Dame. He looks at her funny and she shrugs.

"I wouldn't have pegged you as the religious type."

"I'm not," she answers. Her hand goes up to the cross around her neck and twirls it gently. Orlando raises an eyebrow in question but lets it go.

"I'm sure one of them's got to."