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The spots in her blurry vision gave her the impression that she was seeing things, but then the crippling pain started, the everlasting migraine that had been plagueing her for three days was back. No amount of asprin, ibuprophen, tylenol, or excedrine would even come close to touching the pain. She had spent most of the last few days holed up in her suite, trying not to think about the outside world. But it seemed the outside world didnt want to forget her.
"Brooke Davis!" shouted the blonde boy standing in front a a petite receptionist. "i know she is staying here, now please just give me her room number!"
"Look Lucas," the receptionist replied, "Weve gone through this twice a day for three days now, there is nobody by the name of 'Davis' here."
"YOU'RE LYING" Lucas shouted, pounding his fist down on the counter in front of the petite brunette. She looked petrified and he felt ashamed at his bit of rage. "Please, Sophia, I just want to explain things. She just up and left, didnt say goodbye, didnt give me time to..." he trailed off as a large man in a black suit walked up beside him. He knew this routine, its happened each day before this one. The huge man grabbed his arm gently,
"Time to go Mr. Scott"
Lucas looked up at the man, trying to read him. "Look Paul, havent you ever been in love? So much that it hurt? Have you ever looked into a girls eyes and instantly known that she was your destiny? Did you ever kiss a girl and see your entire future together? Because i have. I love Brooke Davis so much that it kills me inside, and i see myself standing next to her when all of our dreams come true. I Picture us 10 years down the road with a huge house with picket fences, and a red door. Definitly a red door, with our 3 children running out it to play in thier gigantic yard. A boy and two girls. Two girls that look just like my Pretty Girl. That have her heart and her determination. Two girls that are just as smart and brave and talented. This girl is a part of me and i cant see my future without her anymore. So please, cant you help a guy out?"
"Im sorry Mr Scott, this is out of my hands. The best i can do is let her know you stopped by."
"So she is here? I frickin knew it!" Lucas pulled away from the security guard and started shouting, "BROOKE! BROOKE!" over and over again. The people in the lobby and the restaurant off to the side were staring at him. He felt like a mental case, but he wasnt about to leave here without his Pretty Girl. Then, as if from a dream, he heard her voice.
"Lucas," she started slowly taking a small step towards him, then stopping in her tracks. "I think you should leave."