"Go away…" Lucas groaned burying his face in the sweet scent of strawberries. The light suddenly glaring into his room making his eyes burn.
"Brooke…" a hand slapped her leg making her groan.
"Five more minutes," she curled her body into the boy beside her, the sleep slowly taking back over her.
"No, you need to wake up now!" Quinn snapped tossing a glance at the door back to the couple laying all snuggled on the bed. "Brooklyn!" she grabbed the edge of the sheet giving it a tug and suddenly revealing two barely covered bodies.
"Jesus Christ Quinn," Lucas rolled over searching for something to cover himself with. "What is your problem?"
"My problem is that it's almost ten in the morning and as hard as I try I can only keep your brother in his bedroom for so long!" she reminded them watching the realization slap both the people in the face.
"Shit!" Brooke freaked, jumping from the bed and grabbing her clothes. "Why didn't you wake me sooner?" she tugged her hair in a ponytail freaking out.
"Right this is my fault," she waved her hand around the room shaking her head. "You sneaking into Lucas bed, fooling around with him and forgetting to wake up is my fault. Obviously this is my fault!" she tossed her hands up annoyed. "It's like dealing with children…" they heard her grumble before walking out and slamming the door. Both staring at the door before glancing back at each other and breaking into a laugh.
"I do kinda feel like I live with my parents," Lucas admitted stretching his arms over his head and resting back on his back. "I mean being quiet during sex, sneaking my girl in and out of my room…Just like high school…Just you know now a constant girl," he teased and she rolled her eyes scuffing at him.
"Oh shut up," Brooke grabbed the sheet from the floor and threw it at him.
"But…" he crawled down his bed to reach her at the end. "None of the girls were as gorgeous as you," his arms circled around her waist kissing the side of her head.
"Nice recovery," she playfully rolled her eyes as she slipped back on her socks and clothes.
"Do you know how painful it is to watch you put clothes on? Like watching a present get wrapped knowing you can't play with it for a while."
"Lucas!" she squealed as he yanked her back on his bed. "I have to go…."
"Nope stay," he slipped his hand down her body to start undoing her pants.
"Lucas…Clay…Quinn is right, she can't keep him busy for long…"
"Damn parent rules," he growled nipping her bottom lip before rolling back.
"I'm sorry Boyfriend," she patted his chest as she climbed off the bed. "You can un-wrap me later…"
"Promise?" he raised a brow and she giggled throwing him a wink before slowly opening the door and slipping out of it. "Ugh!" he growled rolling on his stomach and burying his face in his pillow. "I hate my life…" he growled wishing more than anything he had his own place at this moment.
"Seven…" Quinn giggled as she held her boyfriend's hand and they strolled down the sidewalk.
"Yes seven…I think that is a solid time frame…" he nodded pleased with that answer.
"Baby I'll be thirty…" she stated like he wasn't aware of this.
"So…." He spun her to face him with a smile. "Thirty or ninety you will be just as sexy," he smirked leaning down to give her a sweet kiss.
"True…but you don't you want to marry a sexy me before I'm old and wrinkly?" she questioned thinking Clay's little life plan was a little too far in the future. "I mean I want babies…lots of them and I don't want my first when I'm thirty…"
"Well…" he pondered the thought for a moment. "We can have babies before then…"
"Yeah I know that but…Well do you really want a baby with me and us not being married?" she raised her brow feeling her heart race in her chest as she watched him debate everything in his head. "It's just then we are completely and forever committed to each other," she slowly started walking back down the sidewalk. "If we make that commitment before marriage we can't change it…I mean in seven years you can change your mind and leave but if we have a child…well you can't…"
"Quinn…" Clay slowly took her hand to stop her from walking. "What is this? Where is all this coming from?" he questioned not getting why she started wondering about marriage and children and just life in general so much all of a sudden.
"Nowhere…" she shook her head it really not coming from anywhere. Her just curious.
"Hey…" Clay titled her chin up to look at him. "What's wrong?" he questioned and her eyes just trailed downward as she fiddled with her hands. "I want you happy…" he said brushing her hair back. "Us being married doesn't suddenly make us together or not together. And us having a baby together doesn't lock me to you forever. It locks you to me," he teased and she cracked a slight smile. "And trust me I'm not letting you go anywhere…even if I have to lock you in a closet for the rest of your life…"
"Ok…" she cracked a half broken smile. "I just love you so much," she wrapped her arms around his neck pulling him to hug her. "And I don't want you going anywhere…"
"I won't," he chuckles, pulling back and giving her a kiss. "Now come on you Crazy Girl…Let's go get you something to eat…"
"Ok…" she nodded, taking her hand in his and following, knowing she was starving for just about anything.
"I don't like that one," Brooke shook her head, as she laid on the couch, her feet propped in her boyfriend's lap.
"What is wrong with this one?" Lucas rolled his eyes glancing down at her.
"I don't know," she shrugged, going back to reading her magazine. "Just don't like it."
"Alright," he shook his head, knitting his eyes together a little more as he read the article before him.
Glancing over her magazine Brooke studied they boy beside her. He was so damn sexy. He had on his old worn jeans, that when he stood and walked around hugged his hips perfectly, his hair had grown out a little, the sun had kissed his gorgeous shirtless body with a ginger bread color and every times his teeth dragged across his bottom lip, she resisted the urge to growl. He was so perfect, she amazing and she hated to think at some point she could lose him.
"You know," Brooke tossed the magazine on the table and crawled over towards him. "We should stop all this…" she took the laptop from his lap and placed it on the tale beside them.
"Brooke…" he leaned back on the couch, shaking his head. "I need that," he groaned a bit but she shook her head.
"No you don't," she positioned herself in his lap. "That is just silly stuff," she waved her hand over her head. "This is fun stuff," she grinned, leaning down to kiss him.
"Pretty Girl," he frowned a bit shaking his head.
"Luke…" she whined, pulling back when he didn't return her kiss. "You can apartment hunt anytime," she pointed out. "This is the only time we get to be like this…"
"I know but I want your opinion on what I'm looking at," he told her, understanding her reasoning but still wanting to find a place to live. "And as of now you hate everything I've been looking at…"
"You look cute in glasses," she joked and his eyes narrowed.
"Brooke…"
"Fine," she tossed her hands up annoyed. "Look for some stupid apartment. I would think as a guy, you would want to screw your girlfriend but I guess not," she jerked from his lap and stomped towards the kitchen.
"What the hell?" Lucas stood, greatly confused by what just happened. "Brooke…" he followed after her.
"No," she slapped his hand away from her when he went to grab her. "Go look at your new apartments."
"What is your deal?" his brows creased completely lost by her attitude. "Are you trying to pick a fight with me?"
"No Lucas," she spun, her hand on her hip. "I would never think to pick a fight with you," she slammed the cabinet door shut, making him cringe. "Because guess what? I don't care," she gave a fake tight lip smile before spinning on her feet and once again away from him.
"Oh my god, I don't get women," he growled, dropping his head back and hearing the bedroom door slam. Dragging his feet to follow he trailed up the stairs to his girlfriend's bedroom, opening the door to find her lying on her bed. "Tired?" he questioned, climbing up on the bed beside her.
"No," she shook her head, honestly not tired at all.
"Want to tell me what's wrong?" he kissed her shoulder, sliding his hand to her hip. "Or…not talk at all?" he smirked, popping the button on her jeans, and slowly tugging at the zipper.
"I'm not in the mood," she slapped his hand away and readjusted her pants.
"You were in the mood five minutes ago," he pulled back annoyed.
"And now I'm not…" she bit back and he flipped on his back.
"Brooke…" he pinched the bridge of his nose, breathing in deep. "Can't you just tell me what I did, please?" he rolled his head to the side to look at her. "Because I honestly don't have a clue."
"I…" her voice cracked. "I don't want you to leave me," she gave a heart broken shrug.
"What do you mean leave you?"
"You are looking at apartments Luke," she frowned. "Apartments that aren't exactly down the road from me…"
"Pretty Girl," he slid himself closer, running his hand across her cheek. "I need a place to live…"
"Why can't you just stay with me?" she sniffled a bit, really not wanting to cry. "There is room…"
"You're right, there is room. Lots of room," he agreed. "But I have no privacy here, we have no privacy here," he shrugged. "I can't do anything here without worrying if Clay is going to round the corner or even sleep in with my girlfriend because I'm going to get caught. Like I'm doing something I shouldn't be…"
"I know," she nodded, playing with his necklace. "I just want you here with me," she snuggled close to him. "But soon you are going to move and start work and I'm going to go off to school and there will be all these girls around you Lucas. These smart, gorgeous girls and I can't really be mad? I mean if I'm at school can I really be upset if you are with someone else?"
"Is that what you seriously think?" he peeled her back to look at him. "You want me to stay here so I can…can be watched by everyone?"
"No Lucas," she sat up to face him. "I'm not saying it to make you have a babysitter but you have to have thought about it? You are settling down here. I honestly have never planned on staying. Clay left, he got to experience life outside of Tree Hill. I want that…"
"I don't know what you want me to do…"
"I don't know…" her voice cracked and she laid her head back on his chest. "I just love you," she told him. "And I'm afraid that I'm going to leave for school and you are going to stay here and we just be some summer fling. A nice memory to look back on but nothing more."
"I love you Brooke," he kissed the top of her head. "And if you don't think the thought of you away at some school terrifies me then you are wrong. I'm not stupid; I see how guys look at you. I know you won't be at school a week before guys ask you out. I think about it all the time. But I want this to work; I want to be with you."
"I want to be with you too," she wiggled herself up and pressed her lips to his.
"We will figure it all out Pretty Girl," he mumbled against her lips and felt her nod. "It might be hard, we might have to fight to make it work but I want too. I want to work at this as long as you want too. I want you happy." He brushed her hair back. "And no one is going to pop up in my life that will make me think differently on that. You are all I've ever wanted. You're perfect…"
"Lucas I'm so far from perfect," she told him, him thinking way too highly of her.
"You are perfect," he grinned. "And if you want to go out and have fun and enjoy like, experience life as you put it, then do it," he shrugged. "I'll just wait here in boring ole Tree Hill until my Pretty Girl comes back," he gave that smile that made her heart tighten in her chest.
"Ok," she grinned leaning up to press her lips against his. "Want me to help you look at apartments now? I'll be nice," she promised knowing earlier she wasn't giving any feedback. It really scared her how much he wanted to move out. She experienced the boyfriend living away from her, she got cheated on, she got her heart completely shattered in a million pieces and she didn't want that with Lucas.
Yes she knew that living away at college was way more tempting then living in Tree Hill but it could still happen. Especially if she wasn't around to stop him.
"No," he shook his head with a sneak grin. "You were right. I can look at apartments anytime," his hand slid down her body making her shiver. "Right now I want to do something else…"
"Oh really?" she kinked a brow with a giggle.
"Really," he smirked covering his mouth over hers. "And this time no stopping," he teased flipping himself over on top of her and pinning her hands above her head.
"Lucas…" she giggled, lacing her fingers with his. "Mmm…" she moaned against his mouth. "I love you Boyfriend…"
"I love you too, baby," his hands gripped hers and he rolled his hips forward. A moan echoing through the room and within seconds clothes went flying and bodies connected.