"I'm tired," Brooke pushed open the locker room door and out of the gym. "I'm so glad tomorrow is Friday."

"Oh me too," Rachel brushed her hair back as she followed her friend. "What are you up to this weekend?"

"Nothing," Brooke shrugged, smiling a little when they noticed Haley skipping over to the car on the other side of the parking lot. "I'm glad they made up."

"Yeah," Rachel agreed as Haley gave them a wave driving out of the parking lot. "Why did they break up to begin with?"

"I think things got too busy," Brooke told her as they walked to her car. "Nathan was focusing on school and ball and Haley kinda got lost in the shuffle of it all."

"Least he fixed it though," Rachel shrugged, only meeting the guy a handful of times but knowing the two cared a lot about each other. "Speaking of Scotts…"

"Are we speaking of Scotts? I thought we were speaking of Nathan?"

"Have you talked to him lately?" she asked about the blonde she still had yet to meet after all this time. She had seen some pictures, heard them talk about him but never really met they guy before. She assumed he was real.

"Not in a few weeks," she chewed her lip, it being almost two months since she had actually talked to Lucas. He texted her a few times but they hadn't really talked. "He is back at school that I know but other than that not much."

"Well…" Rachel leaned up against the car thinking. "What if we went to visit the blonde mystery boy?"

"What?"

"We could just drive up and see how he is," she shrugged thinking that was very easy.

"I don't want to just drive up there and ambush him Rach. If he wants to see me he will," she chewed her lip a little bothered by that. Honestly she just didn't want to drive up there and him not want her there. She understood their relationship and she didn't want to get her feelings hurt by him not wanting her there.

"Oh come on Brooke I have to see this guy. I've heard you talk about him for almost over a year now and haven't even seen the guy."

"I know but he is busy…."

"And you want to see him also," she pointed out and Brooke smiled a bit.

"What if we drove up there but you know…not talk to him?"

"What?"

"I worry about him Rachel. When he goes a few weeks without seeing me I worry it's because something is wrong with him, something he doesn't want me seeing so I just…I want to see him. Make sure he is alive and safe and ok," she told her just wanting to see him. Make sure he is ok.

"What could happen to him where he wouldn't be ok?" Rachel asked a little confused and Brooke looked down shaking her head.

"I don't know," she frowned. "No one lets me know."

"Why don't we go tomorrow?" Rachel suggested, seeing the worry on her friend. "We don't have a game tomorrow so we can skip school and drive down and no one will know. Plus we don't have to explain it to your mom and dad because we know they won't let you just drive down to see him," she said knowing Brooke was always staying at hers or Haley's when they went down there.

"You think we could do that?" Brooke liked the idea more she thought of it. "Just to make sure he was ok?"

"Why not?" Rachel flipped her hand around. "I'm bored and ready for the week to be over, let's do it."

"Ok," Brooke straightened up with a smile. "We will do it tomorrow," she grinned excited.

"Let's go Ravens!" Raine yelled, thrusting the pom-pom in the air with a grin. She was happy, really happy. She had fun with dinner and Ben. It wasn't anything serious, just a light conversation with her laughing more then she had in awhile and her remembering slowly what it was like to be around him again. She forgot how much fun that was.

Plus the smirks and winks he would toss her every time he ran down the court made her stomach bubble like it use too. The familiar feeling was nice.

"You look happy," Bevin commented as the girls stood on the sidelines.

"I am happy," Raine told her, flashing her a smile. "I mean yes things are still hard and it's a slow process of everything but he is Ben you know? I love him, it hurts but to parts I understand."

"Good," Bevin nodded happy with that. "I'm glad you two are working things out."

"Yeah," Raine agreed, looking over at her blonde friend. "I'm glad we are working things out too," she gave a small shrug and Bevin smiled.

"Me too," she gave a nod earning a wink as the buzzer went off signaling the end of the game. The cheers ripping through the gym as everyone ran onto the court for their first win of the season.

"Ben!" Raine pushed through the crowd for the boy and stomach dropped a little seeing the last person she wanted hugging him. She tried to shake it off, to ignore it but when he didn't push her back right away like she would have, she couldn't.

"Raine!" Ben pushed back the blonde as he skirted around the people trying to get around them and to her. "Raine wait!" he yelled, jogging from the gym to reach her. "Raine…" he grabbed her arm and spun her to face him.

"Hey," she swallowed hard and shook off the feeling that was running through her.

"What are you doing? Why are you leaving?" he squatted down to search her eyes for his answer.

"I just…I needed some air," she told him breathing in deep. "It was so packed in there…I couldn't breathe…"

"Raine…" he shook his head pulling her into him.

"I couldn't breathe," she repeated, burying her face in his chest as her arms circled around him.

"I'm sorry," he apologized, gripping her tighter. "Someone was just on me. I didn't even realize who it was at first."

"Its fine," she buried her face further into him just wanting to disappear. "It's just always going to be there Ben, always."

"I wish I could rewind everything, I swear I do," he told her wishing things were different for them. "I wish we were just us again and we could go back to how we were."

"And I think we will or at least will try to," she lifted her head to look up at him. "I just wish not everyone knew," she frowned and he dropped his head to rest against hers. "Everyone knows Ben."

"I know," he breathed in deep. "I hate I hurt you."

"I hate you hurt me to," her voice wavered a bit and he nodded. "But I love you," she whispered and a gentle smile graced his face.

"I love you too," he brushed a kiss to her lips and loved the sigh that escaped her. "Do you want to get out of here?"

"Yeah," she nodded knowing she really wanted to get out of the cold. She said she needed to breath and it was true but that lasted all of five minutes before she was just cold.

"Kevin is having a party, are you still wanting to go?" he asked not sure if she wanted to or not. "We can go somewhere else if you want. Just go back to my house and watch movies…"

"No," she shook her head at that. "I want to get back to normal. I want to go hang out with our friends," she told him really just wanting her life back.

"Ok," he slipped his hand in hers. "Let's go then," he tugged her towards his car and she curled her body into his as they walked.

"So…where is he?" Rachel asked as they drove through the parking lot of the school. Student's littering through the parking lot and the court yard. Yet none being Lucas.

"I don't know…" Brooke chewed her lip not really knowing where Lucas was at the moment. "I just need to see him," she told her really worried she hadn't talked to him in awhile. She missed him. "Wait…" she started slapping her friend's arm excited. "There he is," she pointed at a group of guys walking out of the gym. Lucas throwing his head back as he laughed at something his friend was saying.

"That's him?" Rachel squinted a little trying to get a better look. "Those pictures don't give that boy justice," she smirked and Brooke laughed a little looking at him.

"He is a cutie," she chewed her lip loving she got to see him.

"A cutie? That boy is…" she tilted her head to the side watching him. "Delicious," she licked her lips and Brooke rolled her eyes.

"My boy Rachel, don't forget he is my boy," she reminded her and Rachel flapped her hand at her.

"And I can see why, I would never leave the bedroom if he was mine," she examined over the boy as his arms stretched over his head and glanced around. "I don't know why you two do."

"Rachel," Brooke looked at her shaking her head. "Lucas and I haven't…I mean we've never…"

"Never?" her eyes widened and Brooke shook her head quickly glancing down.

"Rachel you know I'm a virgin."

"Yeah, but I just thought you were lying. Like I didn't want people knowing because he was older or something," she shrugged really not knowing that had never happened.

"No," Brooke shook her head. "We haven't."

"Well damn, get on it girl," she pushed open the car door and stepped out.

"Rachel," Brooke dove over to the passenger seat to grab her arm. "What the hell are you doing?"

"We drove all the way up here Brooke," she glanced back in the car to look at her. "Over two hours I drove in a crammed car and I didn't drive to go back home."

"You said we wouldn't actually talk to him," Brooke reminded her, not wanting to make this day even creepier.

"Yeah, well I lied. It's what I do," she smirked, slamming the door.

"Rachel," Brooke moved to get out of the car, her seatbelt snapping her back in. "Damn it, Rachel wait!" she snapped her belt off and jumped from the car. "Rachel!" she chased after the red head who was making her way towards the group of guys.

"Dude I'm exhausted," Josh stretched his arms above his head with a yawn. "I'm so glad it's the weekend."

"Yeah, I'm ready for this year to be over," Brad agreed. "I have eight exams and a paper due this week, along with practice. I'm dying here."

"Three weeks man," Lucas clamped his hand on his friend's shoulder. "Three weeks and we are done," he reminded them, knowing he was counting down the days until summer.

"Thank god," Josh thanked glancing around at all the people before smirking. "Hello sexy," he ran his eyes over the girls walking towards them. One as if she held all the confidence in the world as the other glanced around nervously and kept her head down.

"Mmm…" Brad tilted his head to the side. "Not bad…"

"What's not bad?" Lucas looked up and eyes squinted a bit. "Brooke?" he looked harder not sure if that was the girl moving towards him.

"Hello," the red head stopped in front of them, hands on hips. "You're Lucas…" she stated and his brows creased looking at her.

"Yeah," he glanced over her shoulder at the girl a few feet from the girl, running her hand through her hair as she slowly moved towards them. "Do I know you?"

"No," she popped her head to the side. "But my girl over here knows you," she thrust her thumb over her shoulder as Brooke still slowly approached.

"Brooke…" Lucas said loud enough for her to hear him as she finally reached them. "What you doing here?"

"I uh…well…" she trailed off flipping her finger around. "Looking at campus," she shrugged and he chuckled.

"Liar," he reached forward, slipping his finger in her front belt loop and tugged her to him. "How are you?" his arms circled around him and she breathed in the familiar scent of him.

"I'm ok," she rested her head on his chest, loving being in his arms again. "I've missed you," she told him and felt him nod as he pulled back to look at her.

"You too," he flashed a grin really missing her.

"What happened to you?" her eyes widened noticing the small mark under his eye. "You ok?" she tilted his head to the side and Lucas chuckled.

"I'm good," he pulled her hand away. "Took an elbow at practice from this dumbass," he nodded his head at the brunette beside him.

"Oh yeah," Josh's brow creased a moment confused before nodding. Knowing Lucas was lying since he didn't do that to him but not going to say anything about it. "Sorry, my bad."

"But Brooke this is Josh and Brad," he introduced his friends.

"Hey guys," she gave a small wave. "This is my friend Rachel," she nodded at her red headed friend who flashed a smile.

"Hey boys."

"So how do you know Luke?" Brad asked looking at Brooke.

"Oh we are friends," Brooke said not liking the way friends sounded. They weren't together, yet they weren't friends. They were more than one but less than the other and she really didn't know how to explain it.

"Friend's huh?" Josh took a sudden step towards her and Brooke let out a small giggle looking at him.

"Uh huh," Lucas shook his head, placing his hand on Brooke's shoulder and pulling her back a step.

"What? I was just being nice," the brunette gave an innocent smile and Lucas again just shook his head. "Alright I guess we can't be nice to people anymore," he rolled his eyes and Brooke laughed a little biting her bottom lip. "What about you?" he looked over at Rachel with a smile. "Am I allowed to talk to you?"

"I'm not going to stop you," she flashed a smile. "Why don't I let you two buy me a coffee?" she nodded her head at a small coffee stand a few feet away. "Brooke I will be over here," she flashed a smile and pulled the boys away to give Brooke some alone time.

"She is…different," Lucas commented and Brooke let out a small laugh.

"She is something," she shook her head.

"So what you doing here?" he looked down at her and she just shrugged. "Stalking me?" he teased and she rolled her eyes slapping his chest. "What are you doing this weekend?"

"Nothing, hanging at home," she shrugged. "What about you?"

"I was thinking about heading home for the weekend," he admitted and she started to smile.

"Really?"

"Yeah. How about we catch a movie tonight?" he asked and loved when she lit up.

"Ok, cool. You can come over whenever," she told him, her weekend suddenly getting a lot better.

"Ok," he slid his arm over her shoulder. "Now why don't we go save my friends from Rachel. I bet she could give them a run for their money," he teased and she let out a laugh as she followed him to her friend.

The music was loud, the drinks were flowing and everyone was having a good time. Laughter filled the house mixing with the music that played through and Raine was happy. With her hand locked in Ben's her night was perfect. She had ignored Jenna and her glares all night and made sure not to let it ruin her night.

She had him, he wanted her. They were going to be alright.

"Oh my god you cheated!" Bevin squealed throwing down her card. "This is some conspiracy theory to get me wasted!"

"I would never," Kevin laughed, faking innocence as he held his hand to his chest.

"I'm pretty sure Kev doesn't have to have you drunk Bev," Ben teased as his arm rested around Raine's slim waist and fingers locked resting on her stomach. A sound of 'ohhhs... ' filling the room after his statement.

"You aren't funny," Bevin faked a glare getting a laugh from her friends.

"He's a little funny," Raine mumbled against the rim of her cup with a small laugh.

"Oh whatever," Bevin flipped her hand around. "I'm going to go dance. Phillip join me," she grabbed the boy's hand and tugged him out of the room.

"She does it to drive you nuts," Ben looked over at his friend who shrugged.

"She fights it but will cave again sooner or later," he grabbed himself another drink knowing sooner or later him and Bevin would be together again. They hooked up once at a party a little over a year ago and he realized then he was crazy about the girl. However to get the blonde to actually believe him was harder then he thought. "Missy," he outstretched his hand for the girl who rolled her eyes.

"Aren't I glad I get used in the plot to make Bevin jealous," she faked offence as she followed the boy into the living room.

"Want to dance?" Ben spoke into Raine's ear and she nodded sitting her down her drink.

"Ben…" she stopped when he started moving. "The living room is that way," she pointed to the other direction.

"I know," he flashed her a smile, pulling her towards the stairs. Raine laughing a little as she followed him.

"So movie…" Brooke flipped through the selection. "Do you want scary, romantic, comedy?"

"Have I ever wanted romantic?" he questioned and she groaned.

"Luke it's my birthday," she whined.

"No its not," he rested his hands behind his head. "Your birthday isn't until July; I mean it's actually closer to you last birthday then your next."

"Right," she bit the inside of her cheek. "I was thinking you didn't remember that," she admitted and he rolled his eyes.

"Scary," he told her and she pouted.

"Luke," she pouted, stomping her feet. "They scare me."

"I know and nine times out of ten you end up in my lap," he teased and she growled at him.

"Fine," she snatched the DVD and put it in. "But if I have nightmares I swear I'm kicking you."

"Yeah whatever," he relaxed back into her bed, Brooke walking over and hitting the light. "So when are your parents coming home?" he wondered watching Brooke walk over to her closet, grabbing an old t-shirt Lucas gave her when she stayed at his place with Haley and pulling on some cheer shorts.

"They aren't tonight," she told him, hearing the awkward silence that filled the room. "They were having a weekend away."

"Weekend?" she heard the shakiness in his voice making her grin.

"Yeah," she swallowed the excitement in her voice, walking out of her closet seeing him laying on the bed and his jaw dropping slightly. "So I thought you could just stay over," she played with her fingers, leaning against the door frame. "You know watch movies all night," she shrugged.

"Uh…" he glanced back at the TV. "Sure…" he swallowed hard, taking a long sip on his drink.

"Cool," she bounced over to her bed, climbing up beside him and under the covers, leaning over him to hit the lamp on the nightstand.

"Whoa, what are you doing?" he grabbed her wrist, laughing nervously.

"I was going to hit the lamp," she pointed at it and he quickly released her.

"Oh," he coughed awkwardly. "I got it," he reached and pulled the little ball the room quickly only being lit up by the TV, him suddenly wishing for the romantic one that would make her cry and have a small hate for men through half the thing.

"Ok," she snuggled against him, enjoying the warmth of his body.

"I don't know…" Raine looked at her boyfriend as he stood reaching out his hand. "We might fall…"

"We aren't going to fall," Ben shook his head, pushing his hand out for her again. "Just trust me…" he asked and she slowly and nervously slipping her hand in his as he tugged her through the window.

"I don't like heights," she clung to him.

"I know," he brought his arm around her waist pulling her closer to him. "But I have you, so don't worry," he took his free hand and brought her hand to rest around his neck. "I won't let you fall," he shuffled his feet, the music from downstairs playing almost a low background song for them.

"The song isn't this slow," she informed him and he chuckled bringing her closer.

"Shh…" he rested his head against hers. "I know…I just want to dance with you," he swayed her to the music as they stood on the roof. The gentle sound of waves crashing below them making the moment peaceful.

"Ok," she peered up at him as they moved around on the roof. "I've missed you," she whispered loving the eyes that looked back at her.

"I've missed you too," he brought his hand up to stroke against her cheek. "I've missed you so much Raine."

"I feel… I feel like when we are like this, in this moment everything is perfect," she admitted and he let out a small smile. "I just wish we could disappear from everything and it always be just us."

"It can always be just us," he told her. "Soon everything will be better Raine. People will stop talking, and staring and it will become old news. Something else will happen and no one will be talking about us anymore. I just… I just wish I hadn't given them something to talk about to begin with," he frowned and she nodded. "But it will be like that I know for sure. We just can't let it weigh in on us anymore. I love you Raine, that isn't going to change."

"I know it won't," she leaned up pressing her mouth against his, threading her fingers through his hair as she added more pressure.

"Do you want to get out of here?" Ben pulled back to look at her. "My parents aren't home," he informed her. "I understand us not doing anything I just want you with me. I'm so sick of waking up and you not being there," he told her knowing he hated it. He was so use to waking up beside her. Even during the week you would find him sneaking through her bedroom window to spend the night just to sneak out early morning. It sucked waking up early but the nights of just holding her always seemed worth it.

"Ok," she agreed, resting her head against his chest. "But I want to dance with you a little longer," she told him and his arms tightened around her.

"Ok," he nodded, dropping his head to rest against her shoulder. Knowing he would do whatever she wanted as long as it meant him being with her.

They were on their second movie when Brooke realized something was up with Lucas. He was barely talking, mumbling a 'mhmm' occasionally and every time she touched him she felt him freeze and jerk to awkwardly doing something.

"Luke…" she laughed, putting her hand on his drink and bringing it away from his mouth. "You know I think you're amazing but if you wet my bed I swear our friendship will definitely have a damper."

"Don't be weird Brooke," he grumbled, taking a sip of his drink and putting it back on the nightstand.

"Weird?" she let out a laugh, pushing up on her right hand to look at him. "Luke you've been weird all night."

"What? I haven't been weird," he rolled his eyes at the thought.

"Yes you have," she laid her hand on his chest and he tensed. "See, what was that?"

"What was what?" he sat up in the bed, her hand dropping.

"Lucas in the time I've known you me touching you has never been an issue," she reminded him and his brow scrunched together.

"What issue? We are touching right now," he placed his hand on her shoulder. "Perfectly fine. So stop being so dumb and finish the movie ok?" he shifted in the bed away from her.

"Luke, what's wrong?" Worry raced through her.

"How could you just so kindly leave out your parents weren't going to be here tonight?" something flickered in his eyes confusing her. "I mean seriously?"

"I didn't think it was that big of a deal. I thought you might be happy," she pulled back embarrassed.

"Happy? Why would that make me happy?" anger shot through him.

"Because you get to hang out with me," she shrugged. "I mean for once we get to watch a movie without Clay running in a hundred times to get a drink or my parents making you leave as soon as the first one is over," she admitted scratching her shoulder nervously. "If you want to leave you can."

"No, I don't," he told her quickly, grabbing her hand when she went to roll out of bed. "I'm sorry, my mind has been really kinda off lately," he pulled her back towards him, suddenly feeling a lot more relaxed and extremely stupid. "Let's just enjoy the movie," he wrapped his arm around her and she relaxed into him.

"Luke…" she focused on the TV for a long time, feeling his hand run through her hair.

"Yeah?" he readjusted on the bed some as they watched the movie, Brooke seeming to be quiet for some time until now. It had actually kinda worried him since talking was like her favorite thing ever.

"Does the thought of actually having sex with me weird you out that much?" she questioned, her eyes staring hard at the screen, not at all wanting to see his face and after a killing long pause her heart broke a little. "I need to go to the bathroom," she untangled herself from him and took off towards the bathroom.

"Brooke…wait-" he was greeted by the door slamming and making him groan. "Crap," he ran his hand through his hair. He didn't mean to freeze on her, the question just shocked him and he wasn't at all sure of where she came up with that and he wasn't even sure of what he should say to her, any answer was going to hurt her feelings.

"You know what I was thinking," Brooke came back out of the bathroom, grabbing her jacket off the chair. "Let's go get something to eat."

"What?"

"I could really go for some French fries right now. You think we could go to your mom's place? You have a key still?"

"Yeah," he slid from the bed, grabbing his coat. "But Brooke…" he reached for her hand, spinning her around and seeing the slight glassy look in her eyes. "Pretty Girl…" he frowned, her bottom lip trembling.

"Luke, I just want some fries," she pleaded, knowing he gives her one of those little looks and gentle smiles and she completely says whatever he asks.

"I didn't mean to hurt your feelings," he told her, never wanting to hurt her. "I mean you just completely caught me off guard."

"I can't catch you that much off guard Lucas, I mean your tongue is in my mouth half the time but amazingly only when you know someone is going to be around or there is a time limit. So what the hell Lucas? Do you just enjoying screwing with me? But again that wouldn't make since because if you were just playing me you would have sex with me!"

"Playing you?" he let out a dry laugh. "Pretty Girl come here," he took her hand and sat down on her bed. "I would never play you," he placed his hands on her hips bringing her close.

"Is it because my age? Luke, I'm seventeen now I know I'm young still but I mean it's not like I really care," she pointed out and he let out a laugh.

"Brooke it's not that," he shook his head at her. "It's just…"

"What? Lucas what is it?"

"Brooke…" he ran a hand through his hair.

"Lucas just tell me. What is wrong with me that is making you be so weird?" she wondered, but still he just stayed quiet, looking down. "I mean you can tell me, anything you say will be ok I promise, just tell me. Because if it's about me I deserve to know. So just-"

"Brooke you're a virgin!" he tossed his hand up and her eyes widened. "You're a virgin ok?"

"Your problem with me is that I'm a virgin?" she asked turning her head slightly to look at him. "Out of everything that is wrong with me, that is your problem?"

"Brooke it's not a problem."

"Well clearly it's a problem, I mean hell you just told me it was my problem," she let out a bitter laugh. "So if I would have sex with someone else you would then want me?"

"What? No!" he answered quickly, the thought of Brooke with someone else making him feel kinda sick. "Brooke that is the last thing I want."

"Then what do you want? I mean you don't want me being a virgin, you don't want me if I'm a non virgin so how do you want me?"

"This is coming out all wrong," he groaned, hating himself completely. "Ok, look," he pulled her down beside him. "Brooke, I'm not the guy you want…"

"What? Yes you are," she told him quickly and he shook his head at her.

"I'm not Brooke, I mean right now I'm not. Brooke you being a virgin isn't the problem, I'm the problem. I want you in a relationship where things are pushing perfect before you ever sleep with them and I want to be that guy Brooke, I do but not now. We aren't in that place and us sleeping together now will just…it will screw it up."

"Why would it screw us up? I don't get that."

"Because Brooke we aren't even dating," he pointed out, knowing that little comment bothered her more then she let show.

"Not like you haven't slept with girls you haven't dated with before."

"Brooke you aren't some girl to me. God damn it sometimes I just want to ugh!" he threw his hands up annoyed, standing up and pacing the room.

"Don't get mad at me Lucas. God you just told me you didn't want me ever!"

"Not ever Brooke, just not now," he told her. "Yes I've slept with girls before and ok I've not dated a lot of them but I've never loved any of them either," he growled and her eyes widened. "I mean us sleeping together now will completely screw everything up and I know it makes me sound like a complete chick but damn why don't you get that I love you to damn much to hurt you like that?" he spun to look at her, a tear glistening in her eyes. "God Brooke please stop crying. I'm not saying this to hurt you," he slid down in front of her, resting his hands on her knees. "I'm just trying to protect you," he told her wiping the corner of her eye.

"You love me?" her voice shook looking at him.

"Of course I love you, you know that," he flipped his hand wondering why out of the entire rant he gave she just commented on the most obvious thing.

"I…" she sniffled some. "I didn't know that."

"Everyone knows that," he smiled, brushing her tear away. "How are you the only one who doesn't?"

"I mean I hoped you did but you never actually said it, I just… I thought I was someone who was just around or something."

"You are without a doubt the stupidest person I know then," he stated and she laughed a little. "I love you Brooke Davis."

"I love you too Lucas," she bit her bottom lip before bringing his face up to kiss her, dropping back on the bed and smiling. "Even though you are a huge girl and won't sleep with me," she teased and he rolled his eyes, but that honestly making her love him more.

"I just don't want you getting hurt Brooke."

"I know," she leaned up kissing him.

"You're kinda adorable when you sleep," Brooke teased, running her hand over his cheek and through his hair.

"You kinda should be asleep," he grumbled, running his hand up her leg and gripping her thigh.

"Luke…" she giggled, grabbing his hand, slowly bringing it up to rest under her chin. "No pinching," she ordered, waving her finger in his face.

"I didn't pinch you," he grabbed her finger and closing his eyes back. "I squeezed you," he said making her laugh.

"Whatever," she smiled sliding herself a little closer, his arm resting lazily around her waist as she starts tracing her finger along the lines off his face. Touching gently to his eyelids making them finch under the tip of her finger, across his eyebrows and his cheeks, along the bridge of his nose and down to his lips; they weren't extremely thick but they weren't so thin that they disappeared when he closed his mouth. She honestly loved his lips and that made her smile because he loved her too.

"If you're going to kiss me," he brought the sheet over his shoulder, eyes still closed. "Know I'm not going to kiss you back. I'm too tired."

"I wasn't going to kiss you," she lied, pulling back a little and wondering how he knew that.

"Mhmm," he mumbled sinking back into the warmth of her bed and the comfort of her beside him. "Come on babe, go back to sleep."

"I'm not really sleepy," she shrugged, knowing that was a lie. She was tired, she was extremely tired but her time with Lucas always seemed to be short term. She would get a couple months or weeks before he disappeared for a few days, sometimes a month at a time and she hated it. She wasn't going to use the time she had sleeping.

"Liar," his voice sounded all rough that it sent a shiver down her spin. "It's too early to be thinking so much."

"I'm not thinking," she again lied, making him groan.

"Uh come here," he rolled his head back, sliding his hand through her hair and yanking her close, his lips quickly on hers.

"Mmm…" she moaned against his mouth, wiggling her body closer, parting her bottom lip from his long enough to pull in a breath before slipping her tongue in his mouth, meeting his tongue half way and sucking on it long enough to make him groan and tighten his grip on her hair. A bubbling feeling move throughout her whole body and making her head dizzy when he finally pulled away.

"Now we sleep," he gave her one light peck and snuggled back into her pillow.

"What? You think you kissing me just frazzled me so much that I forget my thinking and sleep?" she accused and he shrugged. "Have I ever told you that your shrugging drives me insane?" she questioned and shrugged making her glare and slowly his eyes pulled open and let out a smile.

"Oh Pretty Girl," he rolled his body on top of her, dipping his head down kissing her. "I love you," he whispered between kissing her.

"You do don't you?" she looked at him, seeing how serious he was. "You don't just say it because you feel you have to, you really love me."

"Yeah," he trapped her chin in between his fingers, tilting her head down for a kiss. "I'm sorry if I made you unsure on that," he rested his forehead against hers. "I just assumed you knew."

"I think maybe I did," she bit the corner of her lower lip. "Can I ask you something though?"

"Yes," he brushed her hair back, looking down at her.

"Why do you love me?" she asked, expecting him to get a look of confusion but instead just smiled down at her.

"Kinda because of that," he ran the back of his finger along her cheek. "You don't expect me too, you don't for some reason understand why someone could possibly love you when it's really the easiest thing I've ever done in my life. And for some reason even with all my issues you love me back," he admitted and she grinned. "You get me Brooke, in ways no one has ever been able to and no one has worried or thought or hell put up with all my shit," she giggled, "like you do. And I want to be the guy for you in the end Brooke but I need to be positive that the timing is right and that everything you ever want will come true because I could never hurt you."

"I know," she smiled, capturing his mouth with hers and smiling. "You can sleep now," she joked and felt him laugh against her mouth.

"Mhmm…ok," his fingers threaded through her hair, adding more pressure, Brooke's legs wrapping around his waist. "Brooke…" he groaned, grapping her legs but she just tightened them.

"Luke…" she pleaded, grabbing his cheeks and bringing him back down to kiss her. "It's ok we aren't doing anything," she slid herself back and forth against him making him growl.

"Yes you are," his face buried beside hers into her pillow gripping tighter on her leg.

"Luke…" she gripped tight onto his hair, him rocking hard against her, a throbbing want for him between her legs with every hit his body made with hers. Feeling a certain growth rubbing against her and making him growl each time. "Lucas…" she twisted her head to kiss against his neck.

"Baby…" he latched his hand on the back of her neck, slamming his lips into hers as he started rocking harder against her. "I'm going to regret so many things," he mumbled against her lips confusing her.

"What?" she tightened her legs with each hit feeling things she had never felt before. "Luke…" she frowned when he grabbed tight on her legs and pulling them from around him. "Lucas, what are you doing?" she questioned, him trailing a line of kisses down her stomach, him disappearing under the sheet and her eyes widen. "Luke, you- uh," her head dropped into her pillow. Her heart pounding into her chest as she ran her hand through her hair.

"Oh god…" her hand running under the sheet and greeted by his soft hair, her nails digging into his scalp. Lucas lifting her leg over his shoulder, gripping around her thighs and pulling her body closer, his tongue doing almost a painfully slow lick over her before sucking hard, bringing her body to a point she had never experienced before, before he once again pulled back, again going with the lick that she swore was his own form of torture to her body.

"Luke…" she swallowed the lump in her throat, her eyes slamming shut, every muscle in her seeming to clutch and she swore if his arms weren't holding her down she would have completely floated off the bed. "Mmm…" her body collapsed back down, a wave washing over her as he stayed under her sheets a little longer before kissing back up her, ending with a kiss along her lips. "Lucas, please," she begged, her heart still slamming into her chest. "Please make love to me, please," she looked up at him, seeing the battle inside his head at that request.

"Not now," he pressed a kiss to her forehead, closing his eyes and breathing in deep.

"Ok," she closed her eyes, shaking her head.

"Hey," he cupped her cheek, making her eyes open. "Soon Brooke, just not now."

"Ok," her left hand lightly scratched his back as he just stared down at her.

"I need to umm…" he finally broke her gaze. "I need to change," he glanced around, sliding out of her bed, wiping his hands on his boxers.

"Why?" she questioned sitting up in her bed and he sent her a glare making her blush. "I did that to you?" she bit her bottom lip and he groaned at her making her grin more. "You can take a shower if you want," she offered, sliding off her bed and walking over to her dresser. "And I guess I can give you these back," she pulled out a pair of his boxers.

"Why do you have those?" his brow knitted together.

"A couple weeks ago I went down to see Nathan with Haley and they said I could take your room," she told him. "And Nate said to just take something of yours to sleep in and well I wore them and one of your old gray shirts that had Duke written on the front," she did a motion across her shirt of where the name lied.

"I was wondering where that shirt went," he teased, taking his boxers from her.

"Are you mad I took over your room and you not knowing?" she brought her shoulders up in such an innocent way he wanted to punch himself for what he had just done.

"No Pretty Girl," he shook his head, watching her shoulders relax. "Nate knows the only person allowed in my room when I'm not there is you."

"Really?" she bit her tongue between her teeth and he smiled.

"Yeah," he lifted her chin giving her a sweet kiss. "But I'm going to run and take a shower," he gave her a wink and she nodded as he went into the bathroom. Looking at himself in the mirror resisting the urge to slam his head into the glass. "What is wrong with you?" he dropped his head with a sigh. "You need to get yourself together, it's not fair to her," he glanced back at himself. "It's hurting her."

Skipping down the steps Brooke had a grin on her face the whole way, spinning off the last step she turned into her kitchen and stomach dropped.

"Mom, dad what are you doing here?" her heart raced, and eyes widened.

"We live here Pumpkin," Richard teased, kissing the top of her head and moving over to grab a cup of coffee.

"We got back early, the weather was going to turn bad so just decided to cut the trip short," her mother explained, eyeing her daughter in a way that made her fidget.

"Oh, that's um nice," she glanced up at the ceiling starching her neck nervously. "Did ya'll have a good trip?" she tried to remain calm knowing her parents would freak if they knew what was just upstairs, well more who.

"Yeah it was nice to get away," her father smiled, kissing his wife before sitting down at the small table.

"Brooke…" her mother tilted her head to the side studying her.

"Yeah?" she nervously switched the weight on her feet knowing her mother read her better than anyone.

"There is something different," she looked carefully and Brooke's heart pounded so hard in her chest she was surprised her parents couldn't hear it. "You're glowing," she commented leaning against the counter with a knowing smile.

"Glowing? I'm not glowing," she moved around her to get something to snack on.

"Yes you are. See that Richard, your daughter has the glow," she looked over at her husband so calm that Brooke swore it was some trick.

"What glow? You don't get a glow unless you-" and his coffee paused at his mouth and eyes widened, his head snapping over at his daughter. "Brooklyn Penelope Davis…" his tone stern and her body starting to tremble.

"Daddy…"

"Richard relax not that glow," she slapped his shoulder.

"Then what the hell glow are you talking about?"

"Somebody heard an I love you," she said over her coffee cup and a huge smile spread across her daughter's face right after a sigh of relief.

"Maybe," she did a small twirl on her feet, mixing a large cup of coffee and just going to have to let Lucas share before she shoved him out her window.

"Oh god," Richard growled, resisting the urge to crinkle up his paper and throwing it against the wall.

"About time," her mother winked, ignoring her husband's comment.

"Yeah, apparently I was just supposed to have known that," she flipped her hand at that. How was she just supposed to know that he loved her?

"Well everyone else knew," Tori commented, thinking everyone knew that Lucas Scott was in love with her daughter, it was pretty obvious.

"Well everyone but me apparently," she chewed her lip to stop smiling so much.

"You were probably better not knowing," Richard grumbled and Brooke's eyes slanted at him confused.

"Why? I thought you liked Lucas."

"Liking the guy and wanting him with my daughter are two totally different things," he folded up his paper and tossed it on the table.

"Richard…" Tori closed her eyes with a sigh knowing where this was about to lead.

"How are they different? You either like him or you don't," her temper flared up a notch at the man in front of her.

"Lucas is a nice guy Brooke and having a conversation about sports or cars yeah great fine but about him being with my daughter? No sorry I'm not on the Brooke, Lucas train like everyone else. You can do better, you deserve better," he held his ground.

"Richard stop," his wife warned but he ignored her.

"He isn't right for you Brooke."

"You don't know him!" her tone rose to a high that she normally didn't take with her father. "You don't know one thing about him!"

"I know enough Brooke and he is not at all right for you," he remained calm, dropping his cup in the sink. The sudden noise of a door clicking shut making everyone freeze.

"Brooke is someone here?" her mother looked at her daughter who was sending daggers in the man who help create her.

"No," she lied knowing her mother read right through it.

"Brooke Davis, tell me that boy is not in my house?" her father ordered, his own anger flickering in him.

"He is not that boy dad," she spit his name with such disgust, it made his eyes harden.

"I told you," his head whipped around to his wife. "I told you that if we left her alone she would let him come here," he snapped at his wife, shoving passed Brooke and towards the stairs.

"Dad quit!" Brooke grabbed his arm but he shook it off. "Mom!" she begged for her mother to stop him.

"Richard stop," Tori moved after him. "You will not embarrass her," her defense for her daughter came in, knowing without a doubt Richard going up those stairs right now would completely destroy her little girl.

"Embarrass her? She let him in our house, us both knowing he didn't just show up ten minutes ago and you are worried about embarrassing her?"

"I swear to god you go up there Richard Davis," her eyes narrowed, her grip tightening into his wrist. "You want to talk about it, fine we will talk about it but you will not storm in there and do a damn thing," she made more than clear, Brooke glancing out the small window on the door to see a figure moving down the sidewalk.

"Lucas…" her eyes squinted. "Lucas wait!" she called after him, jerking open the door and down the steps.

"Don't," Tori's nails dug into her husband's arm when he jerked to follow.

"Luke!" Brooke chased after the blonde as he moved down the sidewalk towards his car located on the side of the bushes. The set up of Brooke's house completely hiding it from the street. "Lucas…" she finally reached him, grabbing his arm and turning him around. "Where are you going?" her lip trembled looking at him, hating when he left her with the fear of not knowing when she would see him again.

"I need to head home," he pointed over at his car and she shook her head quickly.

"No you don't. No, we were going to get breakfast and then we were going to go to the beach and we were going to spend the day together," she reminded him all the things he said they were going to do.

"Brooke…" he frowned, shaking his head.

"No, you said we were so don't leave!" she begged, tears pooling in her eyes.

"Pretty Girl don't get upset," his hands framed her face and his head dropped to rest against hers.

"I hate when you leave me," a tear trickled down. "Please stay," she begged looking up in his blue eyes that seemed to suddenly be filled with a lot of pain. "Please…" her eyes pleaded with his and he frowned leaning in to give her a sweet kiss.

"I'll call you," he pulled back to say and her head started to shake.

"No you won't, we both know you won't," she told him, their whole relationship seeming to be filled with promises he never came through on.

"I will, I promise," he glanced over her shoulder to see her father fuming as he watched them.

"God," Brooke followed his gaze and shook her head. "Ignore him, he was wrong, he was so wrong Luke," she said knowing he heard her father, how could he not.

"He wasn't," he gave a hurt smile, releasing her and heading towards his car.

"But you love me," she reminded him, her body shaking as she looked at him.

"I know," he gave her a small completely broken smile before climbing into his car and pulling out. Brooke shaking her head and letting out a small sob before collecting herself as well as she could and heading back inside her house, sending a glare at her father as she headed up the stairs.

"Brooke don't you dare walk away from me," his tone clear that he wasn't happy with her.

"Richard just stop," she pleaded, knowing her little girl had enough already.

"No I won't stop, she has that boy over in my house all night and you are acting ok with this? God she is going to get her heartbroken or worse pregnant!" he shouted and Brooke completely froze at the top of the stairs.

"Pregnant?" she let out a dry laugh as she moved fast back down the stairs. "How can I get pregnant if we aren't having sex?"

"Brooke we aren't stupid."

"Clearly you are because FYI it hasn't happened!" she snapped. "And you want to know why dad because he won't let it!"

"Brooke…" Tori touched her shoulder, feeling her whole body trembling.

"Do you know how many times I have completely thrown myself at him?" she asked not even caring if her parents knew that there had been loads of times she has tried to get him to sleep with her. "And do you know what he does every damn time? He stops us! He won't freaking touch me because he doesn't think he is good enough for me and he doesn't want that hurting me!"

"Well least we agree on one thing," he let out a small laugh, crossing his arms and Brooke's eyes narrow.

"You know daddy I love you, I do. And I take your opinion on everything and nine times out of ten do what I think you want of me but not this time. I love him and I know he loves me and I don't know what is going to happen with us now or in the future and I get you may think Lucas is a huge mistake but I am going to make that mistake. And I'm sorry but for once I don't give a damn what your thoughts on it are," she remained oddly calm through most of that before stomping up stairs.

"Brooklyn!" Richard yelled just to be greeted by a loud slam of the door. "Do you really think they aren't having sex?" he questioned his wife, looking up at where his daughter disappeared off too.

"Oh I know they aren't," she answered him without even having to think about it.

"How? How do you know they aren't?"

"Well one they have so much built up tension anyone can see it," she pointed out and watched her husband cringe. "But also because he loves her," she offered a shrug. "And that boy's biggest fear is ruining her life."

"He is no good for her Tori."

"Richard," she shook her head looking down. "She loves him. And the more you tell her not to be with him the more she will push it."

"I don't trust him Tori," he told her. Yet it wasn't the 'I'm her father I won't trust any man around my daughter'. It was a real some vibe he got he just t trust. "Even Clay said he doesn't like some of his friends. So what you want me to ship her off to be around them?"

"No, I want you to trust our daughter enough to know she won't put herself in a position she isn't comfortable with. And honestly believe it or not he does love her Richard. Look at the boy, it's written all over his face. I don't see him putting her in a position that she could get hurt with."

"I don't want her to be in any position that involves him Tori. He isn't a good guy and he is going to hurt her."

"She's growing up. We can't control her and who she cares about anymore then she can control what she feels," she shrugged shaking her head. "Why don't you see us telling her she can't see him is hurting her?" she asked with a frown and he just looked down not knowing himself how to answer that.

"Luke," Brooke sat on her bed with tears running down her cheeks. "Broody please answer, please call me back," she begged wiping her nose. "My dad doesn't know what he is talking about. He is just being a dad and he doesn't mean it. Please Luke…" her voice cracked as she fell back on her bed. "Please come back, please call me," she pleaded shutting her phone and tossing it beside her.

She hated he heard that, he already thought he wasn't good enough but to hear it from someone else, hear it from her dad a person she looked up to killed her. She knew Lucas knew how close she and her dad was, she knew he knew how much she respected his opinion but he had to know she didn't agree with him this time, she would never agree with him on this.

Getting Lucas to let his guard down was hard enough, but she felt everything slammed back up. That now she was going to lose him because he had just one more person saying he wasn't good for her and she couldn't figure out why. Maybe she was blind to it all because she loved him, maybe because she only saw the side of him that was loving and caring and she swore was the real Lucas. Yet she knew he had secrets, she understood that. She just hated everyone seemed to know those secrets and she didn't.

"Lucas…" she dove for her phone when she heard it going off, her heart hurting when she realized it was nothing but a text. A text that just made her heart swell and a smile somewhat grace her face.

'I love you…'

Sorry it's been awhile. But since I didn't update as fast as I have I made it extra long! Hope you enjoy! I know the whole Lucas thing might not make sense but like I said true story…I have to stick to the facts and how it played out. No matter how annoyed it might make us!

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