A/N: Glad everyone is liking this story. Here is the next part.
Part 4
Dear Lucas,
This will be the one and only letter I'll be sending you. We have been through a lot but this time we won't get over this one. I can't be with you. I thought I could be in love with you… I really did try Lucas! The truth is my heart is for somebody else of whom I can't tell you because that is my secret. You have every right to be mad at me. When your done reading this you will probably hate me and I will completely understand if you don't want to be friends at all. This is the only way I could do this and I'm sorry please try to understand. Good-bye Lucas Scott.
Peyton
After Brooke read the letter she went back into the house. She couldn't believe her and Lucas were over. Her mind began to wonder on who Peyton could be in love with that it hit her.
*Oh my god what couldn't I see it before?* Brooke thought to herself.
Dear Peyton,
You and Lucas are great together so what do you mean it won't work? You want honesty I'll give you some Lucas was hurt when he got done reading your letter. He went from a smile to nearly in tears. What the hell is going on with you? You should have just…you know what just do what you want. I'm sorry I guess you did the right thing. Every time I get a letter from you I get nervous not sure why and I have no idea why I am telling you this at all. I just well I hope your happy. I have to go.
Love,
B. Davis
Brooke had to go somewhere so she went to see Chase. He answered the door happy to see Brooke.
"I wasn't expecting you till later but I am happy to see you." Chase says with a smile.
Brooke was annoyed she didn't really want to be there but all she wanted was to feel or ignore that of which didn't want to feel anymore. "Chase tell me you love me." She insisted suddenly.
"Why?" Chase asked curiously. "You know I do."
"Please just tell me." Brooke insisted again inching her way into his house.
"I love you."
With that Brooke pushes him into the house closing the door behind her. Chase really didn't know what was happening but he wasn't complaining.
To be continued