And there are things I know that I don't have the patience for.
There was a knock on Lucas' door, and he ran out of the bathroom, toothbrush in hand, to answer it. He yanked it open, and seeing it was Brooke, quickly swiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
"Still not much of a morning person, I see." She said with a laugh.
Lucas ran a hand through his hair sheepishly. "Yeah…not really. You could've called, you know, given me some sort of warning…"
"And where would the fun in that be? Besides, not like I haven't seen you brush your teeth before. Among other things." Brooke grinned.
He glanced down, realized that he was clad only in his boxers, quickly rushed inside. "What do you want, Brooke?" He called over his shoulder as he returned to the bathroom.
Brooke plopped down on his bed. "I wanted to talk to you about something."
"What's that?" Lucas stuck his head around the corner.
"Come here." Brooke nodded to the space next to her, indicating that he should sit down.
"What's going on?" Lucas asked, confused.
"Luke…" Brooke began, looking unsure of herself. "Peyton called me yesterday." She looked up quickly, trying to read his expression.
"Really? How is she?"
"You…you're not surprised?"
"No, why should I be?"
"It turns out…she's moving back to Tree Hill."
And when I go to my room I leave and open door.
"What?" Lucas said, stunned.
"Peyton's coming home." Brooke repeated slowly. When he didn't reply, she reached for his hand. "Are you ok?" she asked gently.
"Yeah, of course I'm ok, why wouldn't I be?"
"Well, Peyton…"
"Peyton and I are over, Brooke."
"But you proposed to her, and she said no."
"And that's ok. We both decided it was for the best."
"So it won't be hard for you to see her again?"
"It wasn't hard for me to see you again, was it?"
Brooke looked down, "It's not the same."
"Yes, it is." Lucas replied firmly. "Just because she came after you doesn't mean our relationship meant any less."
"Ok." Brooke started to get up, "You sure you're ok?"
"I will be."
Cuz I can't stand to feel alone
"Brooke."
She turned, her hand on the doorknob, "Yeah?"
"Thank you. For telling me."
"I didn't want you to get caught off-guard. Maybe this will give you time to prepare your please-take-me-back speech." She said with a smile.
"Come on, Brooke, that's not fair."
"I know, I know. I'm sorry."
"Get coffee with me to make it up, then."
"Lucas Scott, if I didn't know better, I'd say you were asking me out." She thought about it for a minute. "Fine. But only if you agree to pick up Peyton at the airport with me."
Lucas laughed, "Alright. I know what you're trying to do, Davis, and it won't work."
And when you come around
"How were you so sure it wasn't going to work, Luke?" Brooke asked, entirely serious now.
Lucas shrugged, "At the time, we just weren't in the same places in our lives. I mean, I had already written and published a book. I was getting ready to settle into life in Tree Hill, she was just getting started."
"But that was then, what about now?"
"I don't know, Brooke. We'll just have to see."
I'm feeling more at home
