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Come Together

Chapter 11: Baby Shower Surprises pt. 3

"I put some of my clothes in the closet in Lucas' office," Peyton said, "Those are my pre-baby clothes."

Brooke smiled as she walked over to the other room in the house. She shut the door behind her. The room was decorated with model cars and news clippings from his basketball days. She smiled. This was definitely Lucas' man cave.

Turning to the closet, she opened the door. She laughed as she found some shirts in there that Peyton used to wear in high school. There was no way she was wearing Nirvana or Daft Punk shirts. She pulled back the clothes and tried to see if there was more towards the back of the closet, behind the rack there were shelves.

She jumped as she knocked something over. Her heart sank as she saw what was scattered all over the floor.

There were sixty-one letters lying lifeless on the floor. She sat on the floor and scooped them up. Slowly, she shuffled through them. A tear rolled down her cheek as she had flashbacks of writing him the letters.

She was so lonely that summer that she went away to Europe with her parents. That was the first time that she was really away from her boyfriend and best friend. She wrote him a letter every day, but never put them in the mail to send them. They had been fighting and Lucas said that he wanted space. Brooke knew now that meant he wanted to sleep with Peyton on a clean conscious.

She remembered coming home and hearing rumors about them, but she always defended them. Months later when she found out that he was cheating on her, she threw the box of letters at him. The old feelings, anger and sadness, were rushing back into her system.

Sighing, she put the letters back into the box. As she was doing that, she noticed that he had opened every one of them. She smiled and put the box back in its place.

Why did he keep the letters after all this time? Maybe, just maybe, he had forgotten about them in the move and just stuffed them up there? What if they were hidden because he didn't want Peyton to discover them?

Why did Lucas always make her want to shake him and kiss him at the same time? There was no logical reason that he had the letters. She wanted to go find him and punch him in the stomach, but she couldn't think of a reason that she could escape from Peyton quickly.

She jumped as the door opened. Haley entered the room and raised a brow. Brooke wiped her face as the tears were still slowly falling from her hazel eyes.

"Brooke…is everything okay?"

Nodding, "Yeah…yeah, I am fine."

Resting a hand on Brooke's shoulder, "What happened? I mean, it doesn't take this long to change a shirt—and you're crying."

Sighing, "I highly doubt that you know this, but I wrote Lucas. I wrote him every single day because I just wanted to talk to him that summer we were on a break. I didn't realize that he had kept them all and actually read them…"

Haley gave her a small smile, "I came over when you gave them to him. You were gone the next day. I was there when he read them all. That was hard for him…"

"Hard for him?"

"He knew that he messed up. You wrote about things that made you think of him—and it's ironic because that's all he could think about. You wrote about everything you did that day because you wanted him to be a part of your life…"

"Then, why didn't he throw these damn things away when I left him for good?"

Haley shrugged, "I don't know, Brooke. Maybe…you should ask him yourself. You know? If you ask him about it, then you get the right answer and not whatever I think is the reason…"

Brooke raised a brow, "The problem is, I want to talk to him about it now, but how do I get rid of Princess Peyton?"

Haley giggled, "She is passed out on her bed. Go for it, Brooke. I will stay here and wait for her to wake up."

"Well, we haven't heard from Nathan or Karen. How am I supposed to know where he is?"

"Oh, good point…guess we just have to wait."

Brooke sat there for a moment and tried to think of where he could be. She knew that they had checked the places that she would have looked. There had to be somewhere that he was hiding.

She smiled, "I think I know where he is."

Haley ushered her to the front door. Brooke rushed off and tried to find Lucas. There was no way that he was going to be able to hide from her. After all, she knew him better than he knew himself.