I was thinking about her
Thinking bout me
Thinkin bout us (us)
What we gunna be?
"You look amazing," she spun around to see her boyfriend leaning against the door frame. "Hey Pretty Girl," he smiled at her.
"Hey," she flashed a dimple smile, before looking back in the full length mirror. "You sure I should wear this?" she looked back over her outfit choice. "I feel like it's to revealing or I don't know," she did a twirl to see the back of her short black dress. "I just don't look good in it," she dropped her shoulders with a frown.
Normally Brooke felt pretty confident in herself, her clothes and looks but not now. She knows she is going out with her boyfriend and friends but she also knows there is going to be a certain ex at the club of her boyfriend. She of course knows Lucas wasn't serious about the girl, dated all but a week like years ago but still, she didn't want to look beneath her or anything.
"Are you serious?" Lucas felt like she had to be lying but she just kept looking in the mirror. "Ok baby," he walked towards her and took her hand. "You look absolutely gorgeous, so gorgeous I might get into a fight for some asshole staring to long," he joked loving when she smiled.
"Now I don't want that," she laughed a little, playing with the button on his shirt. "I just want to look perfect for you," she admitted. "Someone you are like yes that is my girlfriend."
"Brooke," he frowned, sitting down on her bed, pulling her to stand in front of him. "I never want you to ever think I am not going to be proud to say you are my girlfriend. You are beyond perfect," he played with a strand of her hair.
"Thank you," she leaned her head down to give him a kiss. "Lucas!" she giggled when he grabbed onto the back of her head and pulling her on the bed, keeping his lips locked to hers. "Baby we are leaving in a few minutes," she reminded him as his hand started to slide her black dress up on the side.
"Yeah so?" he smirked against her lips and moved his mouth to her neck. "They can wait."
"Don't think they will," she gasped out as he clamped down on the soft skin, making her body thrust into his. "Luke," she closed her eyes as his warm tongue flicked over the spot he just bit.
"I'll drive," he said rocking his hips into hers. "We will meet them there," he moved to kiss her back on the lips.
"Ok," she caved, her hands doing quick work on his shirt and getting it off. "Sounds like a plan to me."
Open my eyes, (Yeah)
it was only just a dream...
"Stop it Brooke," the brunette shook her head of her thinking, throwing the black dress she was about to put on back on the bed. "I can't wear that," she said grabbing a skirt and top.
"Brooke you- whoa," the voice behind her spun back out of the room. "Sorry Brookie."
"It's ok Cam," she pulled her shirt on and then skirt. "All covered you can enter," she called, looking at herself in the mirror.
"You know you should really lock that thing," Cam came back into the room, plopping down on the bed. "I don't want to ever see what I just saw again."
"Well dumbass you should have knocked," she informed him, "Plus I live with girls and if it's not one of them it's my boyfriend," she shrugged sitting on the chair and pulling on her heels. "Not locking the door is a habit."
"Yeah still gross," Cam made a disgusted look of his sister just walking around not clothed. "Gross, the image is in my head," he cringed, scrunching up his face.
"Oh shut up," she threw a pillow at him. "What you wanting anyway?" she walked over to her dresser to put her earrings in.
"I was wondering why that boyfriend of yours isn't here tonight," Cam shrugged. Not that he cared one way or the other he just didn't want his sister not to have her boyfriend around when Lucas was hanging out with Kimber, he didn't want her getting her feelings hurt by him…again.
"Oh he has night classes, but morning practices," she explained. "He normally gets out of his finally class around nine, nine thirty and then heads home does homework and bed for his early classes in the morning and practice. We usually hang out during the day," she told him, putting on some lip gloss.
"He is a lot different than the guys you normally date. He is like…responsible," Cam said the word like it was foreign to him and Brooke laughed.
"Yeah it's really refreshing," she admitted spinning the plastic stick so it closed. "How is Lucas doing with school?" she carefully asked.
"He is doing alright," Cam told her as he flipped through a book that was on her nightstand. "He was lost a little on a few classes for a little awhile but he fixed himself. He has actually has only two classes before he graduates," he said really proud of his friend. Though Lucas went through that spell of not going to class, and just staying locked away in his room he realized he had to get his life together and he did.
"That's great," she gave a genuine smile. "I'm proud of him," she dropped the lip gloss in her purse.
"You know," Cam sat up on her bed, tossing the book back on the desk. "He wants you to come to his graduation."
"He does?" Brooke looked up at him.
"Yeah," he nodded. "I mean he hasn't actually said it out loud but all he says is this was the first thing he ever really accomplished on his own and says he did it for you."
"Me?" Brooke raised her brow not getting why he did that for her.
"He thought that if he finished school, got a real job and turned himself around you would come back," he confessed seeing the look that spread across his sister's face and not sure how he felt about it, that wasn't a look that read what she had been speaking. "He thought if he changed and you saw it you would believe he was changed," he stood up from the bed, watching as his sister stared off into space. "You look pretty Brookie," he kissed the side of her head before leaving her alone thinking.
So I travel back (uh)
down that road (road)
Will she come back? (Uh)
No one knows
"Lucas are you seriously mad at me?" Brooke placed her hands on her hips completely in disbelieve. She hadn't done a damn thing but of course he picks a fight, he always picks a fight.
"Nope," he shook his head taking another sip of his beer. "I'm in a good mood," he gave a fake smile that made her growl.
"Lucas," she snatched the beer from his hand. "Just stop drinking damn it," she ordered so over him and his alcohol. He had a problem, she knew it, he knew it, everyone knew it but still he drank and drank and drank and soon it was going to get him into trouble.
"Why?" he snapped already on the search for the best way to get to the bar and avoid the crowd. "So I can watch you and him sober? Yeah don't think I want that," he moved to storm passed her but Brooke grabbed his arm to stop him. "What!" he spun on his feet to look at her, the smell of alcohol on his breath making her cringe.
"I love you," she gave him a hurt expression. "I just…" she sighed dropping his arm. "I just love you Lucas but I love the sober you," she pulled in a long breath "But I don't think he is here anymore," she frowned, handing back over his beer and moving passed him getting lost quickly in the crowd; leaving him looking at the drink in his hand and back over at her.
"Damn it."
I realize (Yeah)
It was only just a dream
"Goodness," Rachel dropped back down in the booth that held her friend. "I love your brother I do but I can't handle all that dancing," she laughed pushing some red hair out of her face.
"Yeah," Brooke looked down at her drink before slowly taking a sip.
"Hey," Rachel slid over in the booth closer to her friend. "What's going on?" she questioned over the loud music.
"Nothing," she shook her head, pushing a fake smile. "Everything is fine," she gave a nod, tossing a glance back into the crowd, just in time to see Kimber place her hand on Lucas's thigh and throw her head back laughing at something he was saying.
"Oh," the red head caught on. She knew that one was going to get brought up sooner or later. Though she had no problem with Kimber she could tell Brooke hated her, it was hard to miss with her comments and glares she threw at the girl. Yeah her laugh was a little annoying and she talked a lot, I think Brooke's biggest problem with the girl is the fact she had caught the attention of a certain blonde brooder. "Jealous huh?"
"I'm not jealous!" Brooke objected quick, getting a questionable look from her best friend. "I'm not ok? It has nothing to do with Kimber and her nasty sluty self."
"Then what does it have to do with?" Rachel popped a cherry in her mouth from her drink. "Because you have been sending daggers into the girl the whole night."
"She just reminds me of her," Brooke growled crossing her arms over her chest. "But a little longer hair on the small twit and you got the slut."
"How do you know?" Rachel raised her brow confused how Brooke would ever know what she looked like.
"Because I saw the slut," Brooke snapped over at her, not knowing why the pain took over her body again. "I saw her with him and god…" she cringed at thinking it again.
"I didn't know that," Rachel leaned back in the booth not sure why she didn't know that Brooke had actually seen the girl.
"Yeah, well I did," Brooke scoffed. "And she looks just like her."
"You know," Rachel leaned in close. "If you don't want her around you know all you have to do is tell him you don't like her."
"No I can't," Brooke shook her head. "It's not my place to tell him that," hurt spread all over her as Lucas stood up, helping Kimber through the crowd of people and back to the table, hand in hers.
"Brookie," Rachel frowned, knowing it hurt Brooke a whole lot more then she would ever admit. She loved him, she didn't care if Brooke gave the line of course he will always be part of her and I love Adam, Brooke was still clearly and completely head over heels for the blonde heading their way.
"Its whatever," Brooke waved her hand at it. "We ended, we are finished and I'm happy now," she forced a smile and swallowing the lump that had formed in her throat. "I'm fine."
"If you say so," Rachel still didn't believe it but chose to let it go, well for now.
I was at the top and now it's like I'm in the basement
Number 1 spot, Now she find her a replacement
I swear now I can't take it
Knowing somebody's got my baby
"I'm sorry," two arms circled around her waist as Brooke stood there. "I'm sorry," he repeated holding her close and kissing the side of her neck.
"I know you are," she frowned, running her hand slowly over his. "You have to know you are all that matters to me Lucas," she traced over the small scar across his hand. "I would have given up everything for you."
"I know," he held her tighter. "I know Pretty Girl."
"Then trust me," she spun in his arms to look at him. "Understand that he means nothing to me, he is just a friend and you are everything I ever wanted."
"I do trust you Brooke," he brushed her hair over her shoulder. "I just know you can do better, you deserve better and I'm scared the day you realized that is quickly approaching," he confessed, leaning his forehead against hers. "I can't lose you."
"Lucas," she shook her head, taking his hands in hers. "I'm right here ok? I'm right here with you," she held his hands to her chest. "I just need you to be here with me."
"I'm here Brooke," he gave her a gentle kiss that made her heart flutter. "You have to know I would never do anything to mess that up, mess us up. I'll stop, I promise," he looked into her eyes, seeing all the doubt that was formed there. She didn't believe him, he knew she didn't. Yet the truth was he knew it was an open ended promise. He knew the next time it was offered, he got mad or bored he would drink something and sadly he knew she knew that too.
"Ok," she finally spoke looking back down at the ground. "I believe you," she wished she did, she wished she trusted him but knew it wouldn't happen.
"I love you Brooke," he tilted her chin to look at him. "I may be a piece of shit in everything that is life but you have to know that loving you has been the only thing I have done right in a real long time," she saw the honesty in his words, that one she did believe.
"You're perfect Lucas," she leaned up on her toes to give him a kiss. "You can do anything you want, I know it," she pulled back smiling at him and when she looked at him like that, smiled at him and showed so much love in her eyes, for a moment, even if brief he really believed he could do anything; be anything.
I'm going through it every time that I'm alone
Now I'm wishing she would pick up the phone
But she made a decision that she wanted to move on
Cause I was wrong.
"Are you like alive in there?" Jason's hand waved in front of his friends face.
"What?" Lucas came out of his thoughts to see a table of people staring at him. "Yeah sorry," he pushed his friend's hand out of his face.
"What are you thinking about?" Kimber leaned close, placing her hand on his leg and making him jump a little.
"Nothing," he lied looking up at the brunette who was looking at him. "I wasn't thinking about anything," he gave a smile, thankful when the waitress walked up to their booth.
"Hey ya'll want a drink?" She asked handing Brooke and Rachel a refill on what they had before.
"Oh yes, I would like a Sex on the Beach please," Kimber smiled and Brooke scoffed, of course she would drink that. A girlie pansy drink that Brooke would never dare order, she definitely wouldn't order it with the boys because growing up they put her in what they called 'training' and would teach her how to drink. Soon she could drink better than most of them and a Sex on The Beach would not be one they taught her to drink.
"Ok," the waitress wrote it down and turned to Lucas. "What about you doll?"
"Just a coke is fine," he told her and she nodded before walking off.
"A coke?" Kimber raised her brow at him as he sat there. "You don't seem like the type to come to a bar and just drink a coke," she said shocked. She definitely hadn't taken Lucas as the non drinking type.
"Yeah I don't really drink anymore," he shrugged feeling a certain pair of hazel eyes on him. "I haven't actually had a drink in about a year," he confessed looking up to see the shocked look on the holder of those eyes.
"Why?" Kimber asked.
"Because someone told me they didn't like the person I was when I drank," he kept his eyes locked on Brooke's. "And I really didn't like the feeling I got too much by that," he held Brooke's gaze a little longer before she looked down. "So I stopped," he looked back over at Kimber.
"Oh," Kimber sat there a second as she thought about it, not at all missing the gaze between the two at the table. "Well I'm sure I would have liked you either way," she gave a flirty smile sliding closer to him.
"Yeah," Lucas let out an awkward cough, not missing the irritated noise Brooke made with her comment. "But I need to go to the bathroom," he slide away from the blonde next to him. "I'll be right back," he gave the group a look over before walking away.
Brooke wasn't stupid, she knew what he wanted. He gave her the sign, the look they had when they dated. Before anyone knew when they went out and he wanted to talk to her he would excuse himself to the bathroom, make a phone call or something and stand up, scan the group and then land on her and scratch his eyebrow before walking off. Now of course right now he might have just done it as a habit but the glance he tossed over his shoulder as he disappeared through the crowd told her differently.
Now you ain't around, baby I can't think
I shoulda put it down, shoulda got that ring
Cuz I can still feel it in the air
See her pretty face, run my fingers through her hair
Lucas leaned up against the wall listening to the song play through his head and watching the people in the crowd room dance up against each other. He wondered how many people knew each other, how many had just met that night and how many people in the room knew the feeling of dancing with someone like that who you actually cared about. How if the chemistry between two people is strong enough then just dancing with them can be so sexual, can send you to the point where you have to control yourself from not taking them right there on the dance floor.
"Hey," the familiar raspy voice rings into his ears as he stands there.
"Hey," he smiled turning to look at her. They hadn't talked much, not since their night out and not since she admitted what she did to him and that was hard on Lucas. Living in the same place as the girl you are crazy about and going a few days without having an actual conversation was too much for him.
"You ok?" she asked, worried something was wrong with him.
"Dance with me," he said the music making him smile and frown all at the same time.
"Luke…" she sighed not thinking that was his reasoning for asking her to follow and if she did know not have come at all.
"Don't Brooke," he shook his head to stop her. "Don't say no," he took a step closer, "Just come dance with him," he offered his hand and watched the battle she had in her head.
"O-ok," she caved slipping her small hand into his larger on. Don't ask her why she agreed, don't ask why she said ok but she did and when he started to pull her through the crowd to the center of the dance floor a way to familiar feeling took over.
Spinning with her back against his chest Brooke moved to the music. Her head tilted to the side as his mouth lingered close to a certain spot he knew drove her crazy. Her heart raced with his hand placed on her hips holding her close and her body trembled when one of his hands met hot skin as her shirt raised a little on the side.
"I want to tell you something," he whispered in her ear as they moved, Brooke craning her head back in hopes of possible feeling his lips graze over her skin.
"Ok," she swallowed hard, sliding her hand up through his hair, as they kept moving.
"I don't want you to say anything though," he said trying to ignore the feeling over her body close against his and her hand playing with his hair.
"Ok," she felt her heart slam into her chest about what he was about to say.
"I'm sorry," he spoke over the loud music right into her ear and her felt her mouth go completely dry when his lip accident grazed over her ear. "I know I have said it before but in a way I don't think I meant it. I understand what I did to you now Brooke, I understand what I made you feel and I need you to know how sorry I am. Never in my life would I hurt you like I did and I need you to know I'm sorry."
"I know," she nodded, tilting her head back to look at him, her heart stopping completely for a second at him being only an inch from her lips. "I know you are," she repeated, keeping her eyes locked on his.
"Brooke…" he spun her body around to look at him. "I can't can I?" he tossed a glance down at her lips and she felt her body freeze. "Stop me Brooke," he begged, his eyes looking in hers for what he should do.
"Stop," her eyes dropped to the floor, her body getting a chill by him pushing the kiss to her forehead. "I'm sorry," she apologized. "I shouldn't have...I-"
"My fault," he shook his head, not wanting her to blame herself for it. Yet he couldn't ignore the part in his chest that let him know she would have let him if he didn't tell her not to let him. "I don't know why I did that."
"Kimber likes you," she stated keeping her eyes locked on his shirt. "She really likes you," she let out a dry laugh thinking about it, it actually made her feel a little sick inside.
"Brooke…" he frowned sliding his arms around her and pulling her close to him.
"Do you like her?" she questioned, his shirt opening up a little on at the top and her running her thumb back and forth over the scar. "Am I allowed to ask that?" she questioned never really trying the whole friends thing with an ex before, well not an ex that she was as crazy about as Lucas.
"No," he admitted, his thumb stroking her soft skin, making her shiver.
"To which question?" she let out a dry laugh finally lifting her gaze to look at him.
"No you aren't allowed to ask that," he said watching her gaze drop back down to his scar. "But you know we don't really go by the rules of things and you always ask what you're not supposed to."
"Yeah," she nodded, the song they were listening to slowly coming to an end.
"A little ironic huh?" he said, her looking at him confused. "The song," he pointed up as the song places throughout the room.
And I just hope that she notice she the only one I yearn for
No more will I be missing, will I learn?
Didn't give her all my love
I guess now I got my payback
If you ever loved somebody put your hands up
Now they're gone and you wish you could give them everything
"Funny how that works sometimes," he let out dry laugh. "Guess songs are really good at being a soundtrack to your life huh?" he dropped his hands from her side and brushed a kiss against her forehead. "I get it now," he murmured against her skin. "It hurts and it took awhile but I get it."
"Lucas," she didn't think his name even came out of her mouth as he spun on his feet away from her, leaving her alone on the dance floor, feeling cold without his touch.
I was thinking about her
Thinking bout me
Thinkin bout us (us)
What we gunna be?
Open my eyes, (Yeah)
it was only just a dream...
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