6 months had gone by since Peyton had gone with Jake to Savannah, Brooke and Lucas were happier than they'd ever been. Brooke thought her decision to move in with Lucas was the best she'd made in her whole life, and Lucas felt the same. He thought he should have understood that Brooke was the one the moment he laid eyes on her. They had wasted so many years being apart. They respected each others space and Lucas had let Brooke have whatever she wanted of her things in their house. It was their house now. They didn't have to argue about that. Sure they had their fights, like all couples do. Big ones too. Sometimes they could fight for hours without really know what they were fighting about. But Brooke found something positive in the big fights. The bigger the fight, the better the make-up-sex was. They went on long walks on the beach, swam naked in the sea at night, and in daylight. They went on double dates with Nathan and Haley. They had Jamie over for sleepovers. They went on romantic trips. They spent time on their jobs too, he was writing a new book, and she was creating a new clothing collection. They spent just enough time apart to not grow tired of each other and to miss each other a bite. Their "reunions" were nothing other than hot. Brooke didn't want anything to change.

He stood at the River court, one of his favourite spots in the world. Her he felt like nothing could go wrong. He felt free. He felt like ha was on top of the world and could do anything he wanted to. Only one other thing in his life made him feel this, and that was Brooke. Peyton had written down Cure lyrics here, to declare her eternal love for him. A few days before she left she had painted over them and wrote something new. Brooke and Lucas forever were now the words that met the people coming here. "When you get home you must take on one of those beautiful dresses you make, cause I'm taking you out do dinner tonight. I love you" He hung up. This was it.

He lost his breath and ability to speak. "Wow…" He couldn't get anymore out. She was wearing a navy blue empress gown and her hair was curled. After all this time his legs still started to shiver when he saw her and she still amazed him. "You like it?" He just nodded and kissed her. "You look beyond beautiful, Brooke Davis." He breathed in all of her. "You don't look so bad yourself, Lucas Scott."

They ate an incredible dinner at Tree hill's best restaurant. They danced and kissed between the dinner and dessert. After they paid the bill Brooke thought Lucas was looking nervous. "Are you okay, Luke?" He looked at her. "I want to take you someplace else before we go home."

"Are you taking me to the River court?" They were walking, holding their hands. "How did you know?" "I have been here before you know." "You have said that before you know." She laughed. What are we doing…here? Oh Luke, it's beautiful" He had placed hundreds of candle lights around the court. He took her hand and walked her to the centre of the court. They were standing over the four words Peyton had painted there. "Oh my God!" Lucas went down on one knee and Brooke could barely breathe. "Brooke Davis, I love you. I didn't pick this spot because of my achievements in sports, basketball. Or actually kind of. When Rachel and I were on our fantasy-boy-draft date…" He laughed when he saw her expression. "It get's better. Any way, I told her that you were the one and she asked me why. She just is, I said. And Rachel gave me a challenge, if I made a shot blindfolded, I was right. You were the one. If you make the shot, Brooke's the one, she said. The shot went in. You were the one. You are the one." He took a pause. "When we sat in that horse carriage in New York, we kind of made up a story about how we wanted our life together to be. I maybe didn't know it then, but I want that with you. All of it. It won't matter where we are as long as we're together. Love's what it's all about. Because how many people can make you feel amazing? How many people can make you feel on top of the world? How many people can make you feel unconditionally love? The answer is only one person. And for me that person is you. I love you. Brooke Davis, will you marry me?" He took a little box out of his pocket.

She was smiling and crying, Lucas was thinking this had to be a good sign. He knew what her answer would be.

Brooke thought everything was perfect and that it couldn't be any better, until he showed her the ring.