"So what is up?" Eli plopped down on his bed, his friend thinking way too much.

"Clay and Quinn aren't home," Brooke informed him. "And yesterday I spent all day with him. We laughed and joked and we flirted, a lot, and then the night ended and nothing!" she threw her hands up completely baffled.

"Oh Brookie," Eli shook his head, resting his head on his hand. "Maybe he is nervous."

"Or maybe he just doesn't like me," she frowned, slamming her head into his pillow. "I thought he did, but maybe I'm just stupid."

"Brooke you aren't stupid," he objected quickly. "Normally getting a guy isn't that hard for you and this one is being an annoying challenge."

"He is and I don't like it," she pouted and he laughed. "I just like him Eli, I like him a lot."

"Why?"

"What?" Brooke looked a little taken back by that one.

"Why do you like him Brooke? How do you even know you like the guy?"

"I…I mean I just do," she told him like it was the easiest thing. She never really thought about it before, why she liked Lucas, she just did. "I mean how does one know why they like someone?"

"If you care about someone Brooke you know why, there are things they do that make you like him or he says or something," he shrugged.

"Well I…" she sat back up thinking for a few minutes. "He makes me laugh," she smiled at the thought. "And not a fake laugh, a real laugh that I didn't know I had in me anymore. And when he smiles I smile, like a stupid smile because I like that he is happy which is nuts because I don't know really much about him. And he protects me," she smiled at her favorite thing about him. "When we are out somewhere and he thinks I'm uncomfortable or in a situation that might turn uncomfortable he just jumps in, he saves me and makes me laugh and relax and no guy has made me feel protected in a real long time."

"Maybe next alone time you should go for it," he suggested. A happy Brooke something he wanted for a long time and if this guy did it then it made him happy. "I don't doubt he feels something for you Brooke but he has put himself in a very uncomfortable position."

"What do you mean?"

"Well first ya'll meet and he has a little thing for you but then he finds out you are his best friend's little sister. Well after a little while debating it he decides to go for it and then I don't know if he lost his mind or finally gained-"

"Hey!" Brooke squealed and he chuckled.

"Either way," he started again. "Either way he realized that it was wrong, so he is trying to control himself but now the one thing that was keeping him from getting around you is gone, he is alone in a house with you and even if he had made himself push his feelings away it doesn't change that he still has feelings for you, no matter what he does he can't just make them go away."

"I don't want them to go away," she told him. "I like him, liking me. Why won't he tell me he likes me Eli?" she whined a bit and he laughed.

"You sound like such a child sometimes you know that Brookie," he ruffled her hair she groaned.

"Well it's not my fault," she pouted and he again laughed. "I'm not use to liking someone and on top of that when I kinda do its easy for me to get them."

"My Brookie," he shook his head. "What are we going to do with you?"

"I don't know," she checked her phone, feeling a little guilty she left Lucas alone. It wasn't like he knew anyone here other than her and she did leave him to spend time with Eli. He said it was alright, he was just going to hang out but she did feel kind of bad. "But I think I might head home," she slipped off the bed, grabbing her shoes from the floor and slipping them back on.

"Well be careful, if lover boy asks we did tons of things that would make him extremely jealous," he wiggled his brows and Brooke rolled her eyes playfully at him and pegged him with a pillow.

Skipping into her house Brooke shuts the front door to hear silence. She checks the living room to find nothing, the kitchen, the backyard, but still no Lucas.

"Where are you?" she mumbled walking down the hall to his bedroom. "Luke?" she tapped on the door. Hearing what she assumed was come in before cracked the door to find him lying on his bed; still buried in his covers.

"Are you still asleep?" she raised her brow. "Luke it's almost one," she informed him and he just grunted pulling his pillow over his head. "Come on," she jumped on the bed, her weight bouncing him slightly before relaxing back into it. "We get up now," she peeled his pillow up to look under at him.

"We sleep now," he pulled his pillow back down.

"Nope, we wake up," she pulled the pillow off and he groaned at her.

"No, Pretty Girl," Pretty Girl, there was that name again that made her grin; too bad he was half awake. "We sleep," he jerked her down with him, and yanking his covers over them both. "Mm…isn't this nice."

"Uh...yeah," she swallowed hard, finding herself trapped in a very awkward situation. Lucas was pretty much still asleep but he had pulled her in a way that she was completely buried under him, his arms were around her and his covers completely over both of them, only a small bit of light shining through the covers.

"You smell nice," he nuzzled his face into her hair breathing in deep. "Like strawberries and apples."

"Thanks," she felt a blush creep up the back of her neck. "Are you still really tired?" she ran her hand through his hair and he nodded. "You're kinda adorable when you are sleeping."

"Mmhmm…"

"But it is time to get up, you aren't on California time anymore," she teased.

"I like California sleep time," he mumbled and she giggled.

"Come on Broody…"

"Don't be mean to me," he whined and she smiled.

"Come on I want to show you something," she told him and his eyes flew open, his eyes scanning over her and their position and he let out an awkward cough.

"What?" he rolled over in his bed, the sheeting pulling from over them and Brooke missing the warmth of him.

"Just get dressed," she patted his bare chest and rolling out of the bed. "I think you might like it. If you get dressed quick maybe I'll even get you a cookie," she teased pausing at the door.

"I like cookies," he told her and she laughed at his childish tone.

"Then you can get a cookie, now get ready!" she threw his pants that were on the chair by the door at him before skipping out.

"I'm confused," Lucas confessed as they walked along the pier. "Are you taking me somewhere and killing me? If so could I possible get my cookie first?" he raised a brow at her.

"You're so stupid," she rolled her eyes, giving him a light shove. "I'm not going to kill you, you haven't done anything to make me want to kill you…yet," she smirked and he chuckled.

"I guess I'll have to watch myself."

"Yes, you should," she agreed as they turned to corner to the small court.

"I'm confused again," Lucas said as they stopped on the court by the river. He wasn't really sure why Brooke brought him there.

"That seems to happen a lot for you, I don't know how you got through college," she teased and he rolled his eyes as she walked over by the dumpster. "Well to clear up any confusion, this Mr. Scott is a basketball," she passed the orange ball back and forth in her hand. "And this is a basketball court."

"Oh look we might have a roads scholar here," Lucas joked. "You must have done amazing on your SATs. Circle into the circle cut out, square into the square."

"Has anyone ever told you that you're a smartass?"

"On a regular bases."

"Shocker," Brooke walked towards him. "Well," she dipped to the side dragging out the word. "Clay one time mentioned that you loved basketball."

"I do," his lips turned up at the side.

"He also said you played all the time but for some reason you had to stop."

"Yeah," he glanced down at the ground. "I did," he shifted a little uncomfortably.

"Well I thought maybe," she looked down awkwardly and slowly lifted the ball up to him. "Maybe you could play here. You see when I need a place to get away or think I sometimes come down here."

"Why?" he took the ball from her hands, spinning the back and forth between his hands. "I mean why would we show me this?"

"I don't know," she shrugged. "I know you probably aren't too thrilled with how things are right now."

"What do you mean?" Lucas creased his brow confused.

"Well I know that things kinda suck. You come to a new town for a few weeks then your best friend just leaves you alone where you know no one and you really don't know much about Tree Hill," she explained and he just slowly nodded. "I thought maybe if you had a place to come instead of being stuck inside all the time it would give you the reason to want to stay."

"Why wouldn't I want to stay?" he took a step closer the tip of his show tapping into hers.

"I don't know," she shrugged. "Maybe because Tree Hill isn't that exciting and I know I wouldn't stay. So now you have two places you can come to; home and here. Plus I thought maybe you would want a place to play ball at."

"Yeah," he smiled, slowly taking another step back, turning and taking a shot.

One thing Brooke learned was Lucas Scott could play basketball, a second thing she noticed was he got lost in the game as he played and then third and final thing, maybe most important he looked pretty damn good shirtless and sweet covered.

"Water?" Brooke offered when he jogged over to the table she sat at, wiping his face with his shirt.

"Thanks," he leaned over putting the ball beside the table and sitting down next to her. "And thanks for bringing me here. I haven't played in a long time; I miss it."

"Yeah," Brooke nodded, lacing her fingers together and resting them in her lap. "Why did you stop playing? I mean if you don't mind me asking," she wondered because from the way Clay mentioned it, it didn't seem like something he really wanted to do nor did he give too much info on it.

"Well…" he tugged on his jeans to make them not so tight on his legs. "I played in grade school but stopped for awhile, just played for fun with friends. But then my junior year of high school my uncle talked me into going out for the team and I did, but didn't play anymore after that."

"Why? Did you lose your love for it or something?"

"No," he let out a dry laughed, shaking his head. "I still love it but halfway through my senior year I found out my heart wasn't exactly right."

"What do you mean your heart isn't right?"

"Well I have HCM," he told her but could tell she still looked a little confused. "It's a heart disease where the muscles walls are a lot thicker than a normal person's, where the blood flow has trouble so I can't really get my heart rate up or I could…well I could die," he shrugged, taking a sip of his water.

"Are you serious?" she sprung up off of the table, spinning to look at him. "Why would you play if there was something wrong with you? My god Lucas something could have happened! What if something happened?"

"Brooke…" Lucas laughed grabbing her sides to stop her crazy pacing. "I'm fine," he promised. "I'm on medicine and I know how to pace myself. No worries; look," he took her hand and placed it over his heart. "See, completely calm."

"Yeah," she stroked her thumb over his chest. "Just take care of yourself ok? I've kinda grown use to you being around."

"Oh it will take a lot more than this to kill me," he gave a croaked grin and she smiled.

"What was that?" her hand flew back when she felt a loud thump underneath it.

"That Pretty Girl is a heartbeat, its normal," he chuckled and she blushed slightly.

"Right," she reached back over to touch his chest.

Lucas watched her, watched as she just slowly ran her thumb back and forth over his chest and watched as her eyes squinted like she was thinking about something, her mouth opened and closed a few times but she never said anything just stayed quiet.

"What?" he looked up at her, his thumb gentle rubbing back and forth over her hip bone under the side of her shirt. "What are you thinking?"

"The reason…" she trailed off chewing on her lower lip. "The reason why Clay hates Felix so much, why I hate him so much is because…"

"Because what?" he pulled her a little closer to him, noticing her eyes start to glaze over.

"He got me pregnant," she shrugged as her voice cracked, Lucas's mouth opening to say something but Brooke just shook her head looking down. "I got scared and wasn't sure what I should do so I called Clay and told him and he came home and I took care of it."

"By take care of it you mean…" he questioned and she nodded.

"I didn't like Felix, I mean not really, not like that, but I at least thought we were friends or something. However after it happened he just became mean and cold to me."

"Brooke…" Lucas reached up, knocking away a tear. "I'm sorry."

"You think that afterwards it all makes it ok, that your life goes back to normal but it doesn't," another tear trickles out. "And it just makes you feel empty and lonely and I'm really tired of feeling empty," her voice shattered and Lucas felt a pain rip through his chest.

"I'm sorry," he pulled her into him, her burying her face in his shoulder and wrapping her arms around his neck. "I'm sorry," he turned his head to the side kissing the side of her head.

"I sometimes wonder what it would have been like, being a mother," she sniffled pulling back from him. "What my baby would have looked like."

"I would hope more like you," he gave a gentle smile. "Felix isn't the best looking character."

"That's just because you don't like him," she smiled a little.

"The baby would have been better off looking like you. Have your eyes and those adorable little dimples," he stroked where they normally appeared when she smiled. "And your lips," his heart raced slightly as he moved his thumb to her bottom lip. "God you have gorgeous lips."

"Luke…" she sighed into his touch, placing a small kiss to his thumb.

"Clay really shouldn't have left," he shook his head sliding his hand down to hold onto her neck.

"Why?" he felt her swallow hard as he looked back up at her.

"Because it's easier when he is here, it's a reminder that I shouldn't," he said and she let out a long breath.

"Shouldn't what?"

"There are so many things that I shouldn't Brooke," he shook his head. "Pretty much all of them involving you," he let out a dry laugh looking up at her. "Clay is my best friend."

"And me?"

"You're just…" he stood up running his hand through his hair. "I don't know Brooke," he told her honestly, feeling so extremely guilty for that. "I mean you have a boyfriend!" he threw his hand up, that something he had to remind himself.

"Just…just forget about Eli right now Lucas," she grabbed his wrist and pulled him closer to her. "Just tell me what you are feeling or thinking. If there was no Clay and if I wasn't his little sister; what then?"

"But there is Clay, Brooke, and you are his little sister," he reminded her but she just shook her head no.

"Forget it for a moment and just talk to me," she pleaded. "We met Lucas and I wasn't Clay's little sister I was just Brooke. If I was still that girl, if I was still just Brooke and not his sister what then? Would you want me then?" her eyes searched his for the answer.

"Of course I would," he pushed her hair back. "That has never been what is in question," he confessed, a smile slowly growing on her face.

"Then can we forget," she begged. "Please," she leaned up on her toes so her lips were hovering over his.

"Clay is going to be home in two days Brooke," he reminded her, her scent completely intoxicating.

"Then spend two days with me," her hands ran up his arms and to his shoulders.

"Oh god Brooke," he groaned, spinning her around and her back slamming into the picnic table behind them, his body pinning her against it. "Why are you making this so damn hard?"

"Because I care about you," she confessed, giving him a small shrug. "I don't know why but I care about you Lucas and I think you might care about me too or you could."

"Oh Pretty Girl," his hands framed her face and pulled her near. "I do care, I care a lot, way more then I should."

"Please don't say that," she looked down. "If you are just going to leave me please don't say stuff like that to me."

"Brooke I don't know what I'm supposed to do," he let out a sigh shaking his head. "I'm trying so hard to do the right thing here."

"Ok," she stood up straight. "Then I'll make it easier. I'll leave you alone Luke, I'll just stay away. Maybe then things won't be so uncomfortable for you," she leaned up on her toes, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "I'm sorry," she gave a shrug before sliding passed him and start walking back home.

"God damn it," Lucas cursed, slamming his foot into the ball beside him and it went flying towards the dumpster. "Brooke!" he called as he jogged after her, her letting out a large sigh before turning back to look at him.

"What Lucas?" she slammed her hands to her side feeling completely humiliated and just wanting to get home and locking herself away in her room.

"I don't want you gone," he told her, his breath racing in and out of him. "I want you here."

"Lucas…" she shook her head looking down.

"Brooke," he lifted her chin to look at him. "I'm sorry," he gave her a half smile. "I… I don't want to lose Clay your right, he means a lot to me and he is my best friend but at the same time I want you here too. Because I swear to god if I lose another night's sleep or tell myself one more time not to come down that damn hall and see you I might seriously lose it. I just…" he trailed off searching for what to say. "I don't know how to do this."

"Well…" she closed her eyes for a second breathing in deep. "Kissing me is normally a good start," she slow opened her eyes to look at him and thanking when she finds him smiling at her.

"That sounds like a good start," he agreed, trapping her chin between her thumb and finger. "Come here," he lifted her up and loving the sigh that escapes her perfect lips before they finally touch against his.

I got pretty much all my reviewers back last chapter which was a huge sigh of relief! I was nervous I lost yall! But hoped you all enjoyed and if you haven't already check out my new story! It's called 'Somewhere With You'!

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