I really got into writing yesterday, so here's my latest edition of my story. By the way, I checked the ReaderTraffic thing. And it's awesome—I love math, so I love the graphs. Ahaa! W00t for Stats! Anyways, shout outs to all of you guys from around the world. Who knew BL was so multi-cultural!? How awesome. And now, back to amor. I need it before I write in Peyton.
Wait!! One more thing: let me explain. Last chapter, I tried to rid Brooke and Lucas of their insecurities, but I don't know if I, myself, felt secure yet. So I tried to squeeze in a few more comforting words.
A light tap on her shoulder and a gentle whisper of her name awoke her from her deep sleep. She flinched from the sunlight peeping through the white, lacey curtains. Her tired eyes closed, and all she wanted was five more minutes of sleep.
"Brooke," the voice persisted a few more times.
She stretches out her arms jadedly and accidentally bruises the arm of the man she's resting on. He stirs at the dangerous contact of the wondrous girl sleeping on his lap, then he looks at the man towering over him and Brooke.
"What time is it, Nathan?" Lucas asks, the question Brooke has on her mind but is tired to mutter.
"Nine-thirty, sleepyheads."
"Ughh, go away, Nate," mumbles Brooke, turning her head to Lucas' abs and burying her face in his blue t-shirt.
He lets out a groan. "Brooke," he states, "our appointment is in half an hour."
She jumps up. "Nathan Scott," she scream, "you know I need more than an hour to get ready! Oh, my God." She paces around the room, "Wait." She stops in her track. "Where am I?"
"You feel asleep on my couch, remember?"
She cocks her head at Lucas. "We didn't have hot, steamy sex?"
"Nope, that was years ago." Nathan answers first, then feels a bit embarrassed and awkward for his not-that-funny joke. "You two did, but I'm sure what you're referring to was just your dream."
"Mine, too," adds Lucas.
Brooke walks back to the far side of the room and kisses Lucas for a good minute before hurrying back to her room.
Few minutes later, Lucas knocks the bathroom door before entering. "Shower?" He asks slyly and with such hope.
Her cheerful head peaks from the curtains and sighs, "I'm late…I'm late for work, so I can't. I'll take a rain check though."
In just a few minutes, she comes out with makeup applied, a black suit on, and hair straightened and dried. She walks into Nathan's room, ready to leave. "Come on, Nathan." She walks over to kiss the still sleeping Jamie before planting a long, wet one on her boyfriend.
Nathan still sat that, enjoying his donut holes and fresh brewed coffee from Starbucks.
"If one of these cups is a white chocolate mocha, I will love you forever."
He hands her one of the cups, and her face perked up even more than after her kiss with that special boy. Lucas sat at the table with Nathan casually, just admiring the perfection in front of him.
She steals a donut hole from Nathan's bag and kisses Lucas' prickly jaw again and slowly meets his pink lips. Seated on Lucas' lap, she hangs one arm around his shoulder and lifts his face to hers. Between suctions, she hurried Nathan on. It was something like this: Kiss, "Come," kiss, smile, kiss, "on," tongue slips, "We're," smile, kiss, kiss, "gon," kiss, tongue slip, "na," deep make out, "be," breathe, kiss, kiss, "late." She stared into Lucas' eyes the entire time.
Nathan lets out a chuckle and flipped the page of the Sports section of the newspaper. "Don't worry about it. It's barely eight."
Brooke separates her lips from that of the masterpiece and glares at the dude reading his newspaper without a care in the world. "What?"
"I'm an insomniac. I couldn't sleep, and I didn't want to wake Jamie up."
Brooke kicks him from underneath the table. "You loser."
Lucas sits quietly, awaiting the treasures his delightful girlfriend shall reward him.
"But if I knew you two would be so lovey-dovey, I wouldn't have woken you guys up," the dark-haired hottie jokes without looking at either of them.
She smiles into Lucas' lips, and again, those two mastered the art of never breathing. Her fingers wrap around his head, and his hand grabs hold of the shirt underneath her jacket. They let out a suppressed moan every now and then and hears Nathan's groan every now and then.
Lucas pulls his head back and finally confesses, "If we continue this, I'm never letting you go to work."
She slants her head, looking at him with a "huh?" expression. She adjusts her body and can feel exactly what he means. "Fine, tonight then." A large grin plasters onto her face, and his.
Nathan, just a few feet away from them, can hear their entire discussion and knew full and well what was going on. With the newspaper opened to the NBA page, he absent-mindedly asks, "So how about those Chargers?"
"Off-season, Nate," answers Lucas laughing.
"Right. Well, I'm gonna call Haley." He exits the room, clearly uncomfortable but clearly delighted for the couple.
"So, Boyfriend, what do you have planned for us?" Both of her arms wrapped around his neck. Her legs spread around his body.
His hands clasped her waist, reminiscing this position they used to find themselves in often. "Mmm, when do you get off?"
She thinks for a second, "All work and no Lucas make Brooke a boring girl, right?"
He nods, loving Brooke and her mind.
"Then, no later than 3."
He pouts his firm lips. Five hours without her? Agh.
She takes the bottom lip into her mouth and caresses his tongue with hers. "What are you gonna do when I'm gone?"
He shrugs. "Hang out with Jamie, I guess."
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Brooke and Nathan arrived at the studio by ten. The skyscrapers. The busy streets. The honking cars. The smell of anxiety. She takes a look at her new best friend, "Ready?"
"Sure, why not?" He walks into the building. "I've already had a trial shoot yesterday."
She follows behind him. There wasn't much for her to do there except check out the stages, the models, the stitching of the clothes, the other stuff, and to watch her new old friend. She leans in for a hug and pats his back, then cheers for the first time in years, "Let's go, Nathan!"
His lips curved into a smile. Ravens! And he winks at his missed friend.
--
She screamed about the lighting, about the drapes, about the seating arrangements, about the stitching, about the accessories. Then, her phone rang. Palm to her head, the yelling Brooke Davis huffed a whiney "Lucas Scott, please save me. These people are RUINING my life!" She falls into one of the chairs.
"Put me to work," his figure emerged from thin air. "How can I help?"
The previously stressed out and cranky Brooke Davis jumped from her seat and leaped into the arms of Lucas. She sticks her tongue at the arrogant director, who she has been contradicting everything she ordered. "He thinks he's all that, but this is a Brooke Davis exclusive. And he won't get things done my way!"
Lucas looks at the cocky man, walking around dictating people to change this and that. In his eyes, only one person can boss people around justifiably, and he's holding onto that one.
"He wants this to be some dark show…look at him: black this, gray that. Ugh!"
"And you want red?"
"Well, of course!"
He puts her back down to his seat and hands her a chocolate bar from his jacket. "You wait right here." Lucas places a peck on her forehead and walks over to the slick-looking man.
Lucas' six-feet of toned body doesn't leave much for the short, balding man to say. The man takes few sheets of paper from his clipboard and tosses it into the air. In his leather vest, he hurries back to the employees and rips off the dark fabric.
"How did you do that?" asks the grateful designer.
"Threatened him with his job." He answers honestly, followed by a laughter. "And his life if he messes with Brooke Davis," and coughs out a Scott in the end.
"I am so excited!" she squealed and pulled him into the biggest hug. Her boobs nearly popped from her top (think season 2: Lucas asks Brooke to be his date to the Keith and Jules' wedding!). "Thank you," she says looking straight at him. "You saved my life." And she wraps his arms around him even tighter. "I love you," she says joyously into his man-nipple.
He smiles into her straight, fudge hair--squeezing her tightly. "I love you, too."
They stayed their, alone and safe, for a few minutes.
Her stomach let out a rumble. "Oops," she giggled.
"Let's grab lunch."
She shakes her head. "No, I want to stay here with you right now."
"But you gotta eat."
Brooke remains hesitant to leave. She loves being here with him; everything feels perfect. "Hey, where's Jamie?"
"Oh, shit!" Lucas eyes pop out, and Brooke escaped his hold, eyes bugging out. "I'm only kidding. He's with Nate. So what do you say about grabbing a bite to eat, so you can save the noise for bed?"
Brooke's eyes twinkled at the mention of being one with him again. She nods and lets him lead her into the cab.
"Oh, Haley's coming in town tomorrow," informs Lucas.
"Really? That's great. Wait, is Peyton coming with her?" Fearful of what her whorific friend may instill, she trembled.
He puts his arms around her and she leaned against his shoulder, "I'm not sure, but that won't matter, right?"
She glares at him. "Are you kidding? She'll rain over my parade, or my show or whatever."
"And our relationship. Aw, man. Haley will be in Nathan's room. Then, Peyton will cry about being by herself. Then, we'll have to invite her with us. And then, oh, man. all Hell will break loose," dramatizes Lucas accurately. Paradoxical, no?
Brooke couldn't help but smile at her cute, little boyfriend. "You're just a bundle of joy, you know that?" She kisses his cheek. "We have to tell her sometime, right? And I don't want to hide anything from her. Any longer."
"Right. And even if she throws a 'Pity Peyton Party,' we ignore that," says Lucas with a flashing smile. "Because I love you more than everything combined, Brooke Penelope Davis," followed by a muffled Scott.
Again, she smiles. Being a Scott, eh? She'll start that one day. "And I love you more than her, Lucas Eugene Scott," followed by a muffled Davis. "But you can't tell anyone I love you more!" She rests her head back on his shoulders.
Soon enough they reach the new burger joint, 5 Napkin Burger. Each ordered a "juicy" burger in this magnificent piece of architecture, but neither ate their meal. They gazed into each other's eyes and relished these special, alone time before the cry-baby arrives.
"I can't pick you up from work today, but I have a special arrangement for us. I'll have a car waiting for you at 3, and, um," Lucas smiles, "well, we'll see from there."
She looks at him skeptically. "What do you have planned, Luke?"
"It's a surprise."
"If it's a front row ticket to watch some New York skank, or better yet Rachel, ride you--because watching Pucas sex at Honey Grove wasn't enough," she leans in, "well, I'm gonna be very jealous. And we might have to make it a threesome."
"Keep talking dirty, and I might just find Rachel for this to happen."
"Ha!"
And he kissed her with such lust.
--
The day at work seemed endless. The snooty wannabe was nicer, so things ran smoother. But her anticipation for Lucas' big surprise made her weary. She sat through a few minutes of Nathan striking poses. As funny as he was, she was bored by the fifth time he pretended to be Arnold Schwarzenegger. She stayed in an office and doodled some sketches.
Bored, she decides to touch up her makeup. She reaches into her purse, and tucked away was the letter from Lucas. From the airport, the day she left for New York. Ah, it was a sweet letter indeed. Horny but sweet. He talked about his dreams with her and how one day their two sons and a daughter will be so fantastic. Then, he talked about how he plans to conceive their children. Just as she was daydreaming his dirty thoughts, a knock interrupted their fantasy.
"Oh, what's up, Nate?"
"Um, they kind of wanted me to be Naked Nate, and I kind of bailed."
"Gross, but I saw how that female photographer eyed you."
"Funny, but I was talking about the guy photographer."
"Whoa. Alright, let's leave then. C/B doesn't shoot porn."
The two walk down the stairs together, laughing at their separate escapades.
"Oh, yeah, Brooke. Are you busy tomorrow?"
"Oh, yeah, Nathan. I know Haley's coming up. Is Peyt coming, too?"
"Actually, that was just I was about to say. Haley's coming…without Peyton. Since my work here is pretty much done for the next three days, I sort of promised Jamie we'd all go to Coney Island when Haley's up here, but you know how much the kid loves his godparents. So what do you say?"
"Oooh, I love that place. Of course!"
"So you don't need to work or anything, right?"
"Of course, I do. But all work and no play makes Brooke a--"
"Got it. Too much info."
"So what are your plans with J. Scott today?"
"Knicks game, against the Celtics. Wanna come, B. Scott?"
"N. Scott, as much as I want to see sexy, masculine guys get hot together, I can't. Because L. Scott has a surprise for me!" squeals B. soon-to-be-Scott, just a matter of time.
"Too many Scotts."
"Well, that's Dan's fault."
As Nathan was about to rebut, both were silenced by this red, stretch limo.
"Oh. My. God," escapes Nathan's mouth. The pure beauty was incredible. The deep red, the "Brooke & Lucas Forever" sketched in drag blue lipstick onto the window, the chauffer carrying a bouquet of mixed flowers waiting in his white suit, the incredibility of the scene. All this left Nathan at awe.
Brooke stood there silently. After she absorbed the majestic sight in front of her, she finally speaks, "Nathan! That's the red from my door. That's what he wrote in my locker! And that's a really ugly shade of blue."
"I think that's supposed to be the Ravens' blue."
She pulls Nathan to the Hummer, but he stops.
"I think I'm going to catch a cab instead."
She looks at him, "Are you kidding? Look how pimped out we'll look."
"Yeah, but Lucas planned this for you." He shrugs. Who knew his brother who's done some of the dumbest things could be so damn romantic? She knew, of course.
She brushes her hand on his arm, "Come on, Nate. Stop whining."
"Oh, right. You'll get enough of that when you see Peyton," yields Nathan. "Bring on the caviar." He strolls down to the doorway, arm-in-arm with Brooke. He flashes his pearly whites at the chauffer and pimp-nods his head at him. He smirks, "That's gonna be my sister-in-law one day. Just watch."
"Dumbass," she says in a slightly louder whisper, loud enough for Nathan to hear--and pushes his head. "Watch your head. Wouldn't want the steel to smack your fragile head."
"Don't you just love her?"
The chauffer smiles.
"So tell me, Brooke, what's on your mind?"
She stares at him awkwardly. "Why do you sound like a therapist all of a sudden?"
"Ww-what? I was trying to be friendly. I mean, I heard you two talk last night, and it was rather heated. I just wanted to make sure you were doing well."
She looks up at him, genuine. This topic makes her squirm in the leather fluff. "I love Lucas, you know that. And I believe that he loves me, too."
Nathan sits there patiently waiting for her to continue. He opens the mini-bar and takes out two cans of Sunkist, the Tree Hill drink.
She opens it, gulps the cold soda. "I just worry that Peyton's an obstacle too big for us to overcome still. He can tell me that I'm the one for him, but he did propose to Peyton. And after, he proposed to Lindsey. I just don't want to be third best."
"Brooke, I really don't think you're third to anyone, or even second. Seriously, I've never seen my brother so hung up on anyone."
"He proposed to Peyton and Lindsey. What if Peyton actually had said "yes," or what if Lindsey didn't leave him!?" Damn, Nathan. Way to spoil her mood.
He scoffs. "You're joking, right? If Peyton agreed then, Lucas would have been the one to leave her at the altar when he saw you again. If Lindsey didn't leave him, they would have been annulled soon."
"You don't know that."
"Okay, you're right. But everything happens for a reason, and we're the architects of our fate, right?"
His words are embedded into her brain. She could worry about Peyton breaking them up again, and she could prevent heartache again by breaking up with Lucas and suffer from emptiness for the rest of her life. Or she could give their love another chance, except this time…she'll never let go, well, unless Lucas cheats on her or something horrible happens again. "You're right. What I make of Lucas and me is in my hands, well, and his. But it's what we make of it. I can't believe I've never understood this before."
Nathan nods his head, impressed by himself. "Exactly!" He didn't even expect to open her up like this.
"Yeah, exactly! I mean, if Lucas and I don't work out for whatever reason, then it'll be okay. But I won't be the reason for our demise." A sigh of relief. "Thanks, Nate. You actually cleared up a whole lot." She pulls him into a hug and also manages to roll down the window to order the driver to "step on it!"
Thank you for reading. I sort of wrote a page or two more after this, but agh. If I don't update by this Friday, I'll update by next Friday. (I'm on vacation for a week.) But you know what? I expect to update by Thursday, August 7.
Again, thank you for reading. :)