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Chapter 36
I don't believe in Fairy Tales...
She couldn't move. She couldn't feel her legs. She couldn't speak. Time stood still, the room stood still. Brooke was stuck. She was at the beach house. The same one that was in her dreams night after night. It was raining, the fire was lit, and Lucas was there. Brooke felt the room start to spin, she thought she would faint. She had to get out of there, away from it all, away from Lucas Scott. But there was no way she could get away, it was pouring out, and she didn't have her car. She had to do something but what?
"Brooke, are you okay."
"Huh" was all that Brooke managed to say as she found herself in front of Lucas.
"I said are you okay? You look kind of pale." He asked her with a concern look on his face.
"I'm fine. Um Luke, can we um get going, it's getting kind of late."
"Actually no we can't. The weather is getting pretty nasty. I just heard on the radio that there's a flood warning, so we're stuck. Hey I'm going to see what we have in the kitchen to eat. Look why don't you go upstairs and take off those wet things. Help yourself to my clothes and stuff. Take a hot shower, chill out. Hey what's wrong with you?"
Brooke didn't know whether to laugh or cry. She couldn't believe what was happening to her. She couldn't be stuck with Lucas at the beach house, she just couldn't. There had to be a way for her to get home.
"Luke I really don't think this is a good idea. I mean here you and me …"
"Brooke relax we're adults. It's not like this would be the first time we've spent the night. Quit being a baby and get your ass upstairs. Take your clothes off, or do you want me to do it for you?"
Brooke's eyes widen. "Excuse me."
Lucas started laughing. "Calm down princess, I'm just kidding. God you're too easy. Get your cute little ass upstairs and get changed. Jesus you're so up tight sometimes."
Luke kept laughing as he made his way to the kitchen as Brooke made her way up the stairs of the beach house. A few minutes later he heard the shower running. Looking out the window he watched as the waves crashed up against the sand. It was raining hard and it was also thundering. It was a typical North Carolina storm full of rain and thunder. He turned the radio on once again to listen to the weather report. As he open the fridge up to see if there was anything edible to eat he heard the weatherman.
" Severe thunderstorm warning and flood warning are in effect for New Brunswick County until 5:00 am. 10 inches of rain expected to fall leading up to treacherous road conditions. Power outages have been reported in some areas. The North Carolina department of transportation has strongly advised against traveling unless absolutely necessary. Old Castle Rock Road, in the town of Tree Hill, is currently closed due to the flooding of the Old Keystone Bridge. We will keep you updated throughout the night."
"Great" Lucas said.
He began to open the cabinets looking for food. Despite the fact that he spent a considerable amount of time at the beach house he never bothered to go grocery shopping. Every once in a while his grandmother would take it upon herself to fill up the fridge and cupboards with the bare essentials. In the cupboards he found popcorn kernels, cereal, cookies, and raisins. He opened the fridge and to his delight he found eggs, milk, bread, and some fruit. Opening another cupboard he found ten bottles of wine and a bottle of vintage Courvoisier, his grandfather's favorite cognac. It was full and Lucas smiled as he remembered watching his grandfather, sitting in his favorite chair, with his snifter in one hand, smoking a Cuban cigar. As he set the bottle down on top of the kitchen table the lights began to flicker. Oh, no Lucas thought to himself. Not a power outage. That's the last thing he needed. He wasn't even sure if there were any candles around. Before he could even move the room became dark. "Shit". Then he heard Brooke screamed.
"Brooke! I'll be right up don't move."
Two seconds later he was in the bathroom.
"Luke what happen?" Brooke asked with desperation in her voice.
"Power outage. It's all over the radio. It's a really bad storm. They closed down Old Castle Rock Road so we're stuck. Look, don't move you don't know your way around. I don't want you to slip or fall."
"No Lucas, don't come any closer. I'm well I'm naked. I can do this myself, get out."
"Brooke stop it don't be ridiculous. Its dark I can't see anything. I'm just going to walk over to you and give you my hand. Okay, just grab my hand okay grab my hand."
Brooke grabbed his hand and he led out of the bathroom stall towards him.
"Thank you Lucas." She said shivering.
"No problem princess. Look don't move I know my way around this house. Let me get you a towel."
"Okay." Brooke answered. Lucas walked to the linen closet to retrieve a towel. He opened up door feeling his way around, cursing when a few linens topple onto to him. He grabbed a towel and made his way to the bathroom.
"Here" he said as he handed it to Brooke.
The minute the towel reached Brooke's hands the lights came on suddenly. Brooke screamed as she found herself naked in front of an amused Lucas.
"Dam princess every time I see you naked I can't help but be amazed on how well you managed to fill out."
Brooke was mortified. She picked up the towel that she had dropped on the ground and tried to cover herself up as quickly as she could, but the towel was too small. Lucas was still staring at her.
"Lucas get out." She pleaded.
"Princess relax, it's not like I haven't seen it all before. Besides the lights could go off again, I don't want you to fall."
"How dare you. Get out, I'll take my chances."
Lucas grabbed his terry cloth bathroom that was hanging in the back of bathroom door.
"Here."
"Turn around I don't want you to see anything." Brooke answered in a frantic voice.
"Fine I'll turn around. Jesus you are such a prude. You have a beautiful body I don't understand why you're so ashamed. The first time I saw naked at the falls I almost passed out. You have a beautiful ass and well you're breast… well that's a whole different story"
"Excuse me!" Brooke exclaimed. "What did you say? You saw me naked. You saw me naked at the falls that day. Are you kidding me?"
"Princess calm down don't have a coronary. Yes I saw you naked that day. I was hiding in the bushes. I saw you every bit of you and I have to say I was impressed. Do you work out?"
Brooke was fuming. "You son of a bitch. How dare you, what gives you the right. I should have you arrested. I should skin you alive. I'm a lady. You peeping tom. I can't believe you I can't believe you invaded my privacy."
"Princess shut up before I stick you in the shower like that day at Jakes. May I remind you that you also saw me naked."
"Yeah I did but you took of your towel."
"You are such a prude. I bet you do it with the lights off."
Brooke turned scarlet red. "UGH! You're impossible."
"You love it. Take it as a compliment Brookie. Now quit give me the death stare and go get dressed. We're going to be stuck here for a while."
20 minutes later….
Luke looked up from the stove top when he heard Brooke coming down the stairs. She was wearing a pair of his old gray sweat pants, and one of his white wife beaters that she had knotted just above her midriff, as well as his old gray Scott Automotive hoddie, that she had just returned to him. She was barefoot. Her brown hair was down and wavy. Her face was make up free and made her look younger than she really was. Lucas couldn't take his eyes off her. He had seen her dressed to the nines, covered in spit up, and naked. But now in front of him without make up, dressed in his clothes she looked more beautiful than ever.
"Hey princess you still mad?" he asked her still not being able to take his eyes off her.
Brooke sighed. "No mortified. I wanted to kill you but for some reason that I can't explain I'm going to overlook it this time. I do expect a nice, sizable, donation from you the night of the gala. We'll call it a gesture of good faith. A way to make it up to me."
"Whatever floats your boat princess. So I ran out of caviar and champagne."
"Ha, Ha, Scott. You're hysterical. What are you doing? "She asked as she walked towards him.
"Making popcorn."
"In a pot?"
"Yep it's better than any of that microwave stuff. I have milk and wine. What do you want to drink?"
"No tequila?'
"No tequila."
"What are you going to have?"
"I found this old bottle of my grandfather's brandy. Courvoisier"
"O la la Courvoisier, I guess Grandpa Scott like the finer things in life. I'll take a glass of the good stuff if you don't mind."
"Okay grab that bowl and pour the popcorn into it. I'll get the brandy and the glasses. We can go sit in the living room and wait out the storm. I'm afraid the satellite is out, but I have tons of DVDs. I have to go to the bathroom, can you handle pouring the pop corn in the bowl?"
"Yes Lucas I can handle pouring the pop corn in the bowl. I went to college you know I not a complete incompetent."
"Okay, okay." He said walking away. "You're way too sensitive."
Brooke smiled as she poured the popcorn into the bowl. Life was funny sometimes. She had been to the beach house with Nathan a zillion times. His parties had been legendary. But Brooke had never felt that comfortable there surrounded by tons of people. Now with Lucas in his old sweats, alone, she felt as if she belong. It was a lovely house, filled with wonderful family objects. She loved the decorations of it. The floral couches, the plain blue rugs, the family pictures that filled every space up. It was comfortable. Walking to the living room she noticed the fire burning in the fireplace. The dream, for a brief moment she had managed to forget about it, but now the memory was once again very vivid. There was no where to go she was stuck. But she was also an adult. The dream was just a dream. It didn't mean a thing. Nothing would happen between Luke and herself because she didn't want anything to happen. She was a big girl, and adult fully capable of handling the situation. She would control it. She would be fine.
"What are you thinking about?"
Brooke jumped when she heard Lucas's voice.
"Nothing. Here I actually managed to pour the popcorn. So what do you want to watch?"
Lucas poured the brandy into two brandy snifters and handed one to her.
"I have Face-Off, Con Air, Platoon, Taxi Driver…"
"No way Scott those are all violent and yuck."
"Brooke, there all classic. Come on…"
"No, do you have anything else we can watch?"
"Like what?"
"Oh I don't know um When Harry met Sally, How to Lose a Guy in ten days, Finding Never land, The Notebook?"
"Hell no those are all chick flicks, Lucas Scott does not do chick flicks. And what the hell is The Notebook?"
"You've never seen The Notebook? Lucas Scott have you been living in a hole? The Notebook happens to be the best movie ever made. It's about this two people who fall in love when there young and well the girl, Allie Nelson, she's rich and the boy Noah Calhoun he's poor and they get separate by her parents. Years later she about to get married to this rich, handsome, dashing, nice guy but she can't get Noah out of her mind."
"Oh god! Brooke, are you kidding?"
"Shut up and listen. We'll she goes off to find him and she does. She realizes that she can't live without him. That she still loves him. So they end up kissing in the rain and they make love and oh god it's just so beautiful. Anyway she has to make a choice between Noah and the rich guy."
"And let me guess she picks the rich guy."
"No she picks Noah and years later when she is stricken with Alzheimer's he is reading the story of their love. He reads it to her everyday. It is so beautiful."
"How many times have you seen the movie Brooke?"
"Not that many?"
"How many Brooke?"
"A zillion okay. It's my favorite and its Peyton's favorite."
"It's sounds like a bunch of crap."
Brooke was stunned. "I know you did not just insult the Notebook."
Lucas smirked. "Princess its garbage. That whole love, romance, happily ever after, is stupid. There are no fairy tail romances. Love is crap. People always get hurt. Love is overrated. People think they fall in love and are going to live happily ever after. But its crap real life takes over. There's cheating, illnesses, divorces, children. Reality destroys that so call fantasy that people have about love. They end up getting hurt and disappointed. There are no real life fairy tails just lots of disapoinments."
"Oh you are going to make some woman really happy. Your marriage is going to be so great." Brooke answered in a sarcastic voice.
"Nope I won't. I decided a long time ago never to be tied down. I'm not the type, marriage and I will never mix with me."
"Are you kidding?"
"No I 'm not. I don't want a wife. I don't want to have to answer to anyone. I don't want children. I have Drew and that's enough. I like the way I lead my life, I love being able to make a decision and not consulting anyone. The way I can come and go as I please. I love my bikes, my vacations and my freedom. Marriage, even a serious relationship would ruin all that.'
"I guess you have a couple of good points but Luke aren't you going to get lonely?"
"Lonely? No way. Tell me how did you feel today on the bike?" Lucas asked changing the subject.
Brooke face broke out into a huge smile. "I loved it. I felt free. I love the feeling of it the danger the rush. It was such a high. I loved it every last second of it"
"I knew you would like it princess." Lucas said in a knowing voice. "Can I ask you a question?"
"Sure" Brooke answered as she took another sip of her brandy.
"What are you doing home on a Friday night?"
"Relaxing."
"No I'm being serious. You're a beautiful woman, Brooke. Why aren't you out on a date?'
"I'm just not interested right now. I have had offers but none of them well they don't feel right. I don't know how to explain it"
"Try me. I might actually be able to help."
"Somehow I doubt it. For as long as I can remember it's been Brooke and Nathan. Never just Brooke. I feel like if I start dating again I won't be Brooke."
"You're confusing me Princess."
"Luke for the first time in a long time I feel independent. Free. I make my own decisions and I don't have to answer to anyone. All through high school and college I was Nathan's Scott girlfriend. I spent years living in this fairy tail of a life. I lived, breathed, Nathan, that's all I knew. That was my mistake. Now I have the foundation, I'm single and I like it. All these guys Felix and his buddies they don't know me. They see me as the rich heiress, the perfect wife. That's not who I am anymore."
"Who are you then Brooke Davis?"
"I'm Brooke. Not Brooke Davis just Brooke. I like to read, I like to shop. I love my friends, my family, Drew and I love to ride on a motorcycle."
Lucas laughed at her last statement.
"Tell me princess I want to know what you want to do. Tell me some of the things that you always wanted to do but never got the nerve to do them. Stuff that no one knows not even my little brother."
Brooke grew quiet for a minute, thinking. "I want to get a tattoo. I want to buy a sports car. I want to do something crazy. I want to travel. I want to eat ice cream for breakfast. I want to stop being the same old predictable Brooke. The good girl. The perfect daughter. The night you told me about you and your family I realized we have a lot in common. It's not easy being a Scott and it's not easy being a Davis. My parents are wonderful but I belong to a family that has to uphold a certain image. My parents, well they weren't able to have anymore children so everything falls on my shoulders."
"That's silly."
"No it's not. My father is about to start his campaign for governor. My family is going to be in the spotlight."
"Really and how do you feel about that?"
"I'm happy for my father but the idea of being in the spotlight is less than appealing."
"So don't do it."
"I can't. I have to, it's important to my dad."
"Well you don't have to do everything for other people, make yourself happy for a change. You problem is that you think about everyone else except yourself. Everyone comes first. What you need to do is put Brooke first. You need to say screw the world, I'm first. Hey by the way I can help you with the Tattoo. "
"How? Are you a tattoo artist?"
"Very funny. Next time we go for a bike ride I'll take you to get one."
"Are you kidding I couldn't"
"Why not. Look Brooke we only have one life. Only one chance to be happy I live by the motto not take anything for granted. I enjoy my life to the fullest you should do the same."
Neither of them spoke for a few minutes, Lucas watched Brooke as she watched the fire in the fireplace.
"I'm sorry maybe I shouldn't have said what I said." Lucas said to her in a quiet voice.
Brooke grabbed his hand. "You're a good friend Lucas and you're right. I have to figure out how to live my life for myself not for other people. And you're right about love, it isn't a fairy tail. There are no happy endings and I'm the perfect example of that."
Lucas watched as a single tear fell from Brooke's eyes. He put his arm around her and held her close. Neither of them said a word. They just sat there watching the fire, as the storm passed them by, thinking about both their broken hearts.