When the Sky Comes Crashing Down

Finalllly I have an update for you guys...and I'm really proud of this one and the song I used - so please review. )

Just so you know, I only have one more chapter, or maybe two, left in me. But there will be a short sequel, so stay tuned!

And thanks to allll you reviewers (especially Leah and Jacko...or should I say LAMBCHOP)

heeheee, okay. Enjoy...

Heartbeats


One night to be confused
one night to speed up truth
we had a promise made
four hands and then away

Afterwards they lay tangled in his sheets, his arms wrapped tightly around her small frame, there bodies pressed up against one another. Her hair was spread across the pillow, their noses were touching, he was stroking her cheek, wiping away the tears that had slipped from her eye.

It was one more look, one more kiss, before she was sitting up in the linens, and the tears were beginning again.

"Brooke," it came out a sigh – he had been expecting this.

"I have to go," she said, pulling the sheet tight around her, as she moved to the chair to grab her clothes. In a frenzied mess, she was now in her underwear and bra, sheet still tightly secure around her body, which was shaking with tears.

"Brooke." She wouldn't look at him. He pulled on his boxers, which lay scattered on the floor, and gently put his hand on her shoulder.

She pulled away. "Where's my dress?" she asked, frustration now arising in her voice.

"Brooke. Please don't go." He wouldn't let himself cry, not in front of her. But the girl he loved, the girl he needed, was quickly slipping through his grasp in the time it took for him to say, "I love you."

"Lucas," she breathed, the sound of those three words washing over her. "Please don't do this." She turned to face him. "We can't do this. Not to Peyton."

"But, she broke up with me." His voice was strangled and broken.

"It doesn't matter." She shook her head. "This wasn't right."

"Just, just stay the night."

both under influence
we had divine scent
to know what to say
mind is a razor blade

She was shocked looking up into his eyes, as she saw a desperation and fear that had never emerged in the Lucas Scott she knew. She looked to the window, saw the shadow that the setting sun was making against his desk, and she gave in. With a sigh, she nodded and dropped the sheet. He took his Keith's body shop sweater and gently pulled it over her head.

Within seconds the room was enveloped in darkness. He had never felt her presence this much. Her entire form was curled up in his own, and her hand was tightly gripped in his, her face buried in his chest.

It took a few minutes for her to stop crying. But even after he had soothed her to sleep, he stayed awake and listened to her breathe.

to call for hands of above
to lean on
wouldn't be good enough
for me, no

His phone was ringing.

It took Lucas a few seconds to realize it, after he had opened his eyes and adjusted to the light streaming in through his bedroom window. He reached over to stretch his hand to his bedside table, before sensing a stir next to him. He paused in his motion, not wanting to awaken Brooke from her slumber.

She was still lying, curled up in his form, and a small smile played over her pursed lips. Her eyelids fluttered slightly as he stroked the soft locks that cascaded down to the hem of his sweater that he had put on her the night before.

Part of him wanted to lie like this all day – she asleep in his arms, but looking at the clock he knew his mom would be awake soon, and he wasn't sure how he would explain the situation if she entered the room.

He began playing kisses up and down Brooke's collarbone, then to her nose, and finally a few on her ear. The frown on her face disappeared – replaced by a soft smile as he nibbled playfully on her ear.

And her eyes opened. He stopped for a minute – searching her gaze – afraid she would be where she was last night – regretful and guilty. But instead, she smiled up at him, eyes twinkling slightly as she found his hand under the sheets and took is slowly in her own.

one night of magic rush
the start a simple touch
one night to push and scream
and then relief

"Hey you," he smiled, planting a kiss on her lips.

"Hi," she responded softly with a yawn, pressing her weight further into his side.

"How'd you sleep?" he asked, nuzzling her cheek.

"Better than I have in months."

She rolled over on top of him, and took his lips in hers, running her hand along his slightly grown in buzz-cut. He bit down on her lip teasingly and ran his foot slowly up her leg. She deepened the kiss, moving her hand down to his chest, and letting out a soft sigh.

"Lucas!" There was a knock on Lucas' bedroom side door as Nathan came barging frantically in to the room. Brooke gave a squeal of surprise and rolled off Lucas, pulling the sheet with her.

Nathan let out a short yell, and covered his eyes. "Oh my god, I've been scarred for life!"

"Don't you knock?" asked Lucas, craning his neck to see his brother.

"Well, considering I heard Peyton broke up with you, I wasn't exactly expecting to barge on you in bed with a girl. Let alone your ex-girlfriend." He eyed Brooke. "Clearly I was wrong."

ten days of perfect tunes
the colors red and blue
we had a promise made
we were in love

Brooke got out of the bed, still in Lucas' sweater, and sheet wrapped tightly around her. Nathan calmly turned to Lucas as she pulled on her dress, which had been hanging over the back of Lucas' desk chair.

"I knew you two couldn't stay away from each other," Nathan rambled on. "I mean – Luke, you brooded for like 2 months over her. I've never seen you so fucking depressed. And then – "

"Uh Nathan, what's up?"

"What? Oh, sorry. Yeah. Haley's in labor."

"WHAT?" exclaimed Lucas and Brooke at the same time, both shocked by Nathan's nonchalant attitude.

"Yeah, but her water broke twelve hours ago, and she's only dilated like 2 centimeters. I know because I measured it myself," he said with a satisfied smile.

"Okay, not a visual I ever need again," said Lucas with a grimace. "So why didn't you just leave me a voicemail."

"Um, check your phones. I left you both like 5. But I guess you were too, um, busy, to answer them," Nathan replied with a smirk. Brooke was quick in smacking him across the arm.

"Anyway, I figured you two shouldn't miss the birth of your godchild. So get to the hospital. I'll meet you there."

And then he was gone.


to call for hands of above
to lean on
wouldn't be good enough
for me, no

He turned to her, where she stood in the center of his room, curling her toes over the carpet and biting down on her lip. She was in her dress from yesterday, and it was wrinkled, with one of the straps hanging off her shoulder. Her hair was frizzy, and her lips swollen, but she still looked gorgeous.

She broke the silence. "I think I should take a shower before we head over."

"Oh. Yeah. Go ahead." He smiled goofily as she moved to the bathroom and shut the door behind her.

The water was scalding on top of her smooth skin. She felt the hickey on her collarbone and smiled softly into the stream of the shower. And through the steam and sound of the running water, she heard the bathroom door open.

And then he was behind her, his own skin pressing up against hers, his lips in her wet hair. She turned around in his arms and looked up into the eyes that were fixated solely on her. She moved her gaze to the tattoo that remained a permanent fixture on his right shoulder.

"I lied."

He looked confused as she traced the ink lining on his arm, and let him put his fingers against the identical tracing on her hip.

"About what?"

"The tattoo," she whispered into him. "It doesn't mean fun."

"Well what does it mean?" he said, lips inches away from hers.

"It means love," she responded, before closing the gap.

and you, you knew the hands of the devil
and you, kept us awake with wolf teeth
sharing different heartbeats
in one night

She'd grabbed the pair of her jeans that still sat in his bottom dresser drawer and the tank top she'd left hanging in his closet months ago. She'd applied her mascara that was still in his cabinet, hurriedly, pushing Lucas away playfully as he tried to plant kisses up and down her neck.

Finally they were on their way to the hospital. And of course it was just their luck that a certain black convertible pulled up right behind them.

All three of them froze as they got out of their respective vehicles. For someone who had just dumped her boyfriend the night before, Peyton seemed surprisingly well put together. But the glare she gave to Lucas was enough to send him propelled into the hospital, with a muttering of going to find Nathan and Haley. Brooke turned to Peyton.

"He, he just gave me a ride. My car broke down."

Peyton sighed. "You don't need to lie, Brooke."

"What are you talking about?"

The blonde leaned up against her car. "I may be blonde, but I'm not stupid." She pointed to Brooke's jeans. "Those jeans have been in his bottom drawer since you guys broke up. That tank top has been hanging in his closet. The hair tie?" she pointed to Brooke's ponytail. "From a pack of 100 rainbow colored rubber bands that are in his bathroom cabinet."

Brooke didn't know what to say. "Peyton, I'm so sorry."

"I've tried to ignore it, you know? Just told myself he forgot all that stuff was yours. But like I said – I'm not stupid." She laughed. "He never loved me."

"Of course he did," responded Brooke desperately.

"Maybe that's true. But nowhere near as much as he loves you."

to call for hands of above
to lean on
wouldn't be good enough
for me, no

song: Heartbeats by José Gonzáles

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