Luke entered the room cautiously, not quite sure if he was even going in
the right direction. He had never been to her house before because she
always came to him. He spotted Peyton asleep on the sofa. He looked over
to the bed, but she was nowhere to be found. He was wondering where she
could be, until he heard some noise coming from what he assumed was the
bathroom. The door opened and there she was, surrounded by a cloud of
steam that wafted out of the door behind her. She was breathtakingly
beautiful. With the clouds of steam and the white cashmere lounge pants
and matching shirt she was wearing, she looked like an angel. She smiled
as she saw him standing there. He wrapped his arms around her as they met
halfway.
"Hey sexy," he whispered in her ear. "Hey yourself," she whispered. "Mmm, You smell so delicious," he said, as he began to shower the dimple on her right cheek with soft kisses. She giggled softly. "Hey now boyfriend, the other one is feeling a little neglected," she said, tapping a finger against the dimple on her left cheek. "Anything for you princess," he replied, as he repeated his actions on the other side of her face. Luke then began to work his way down, leaving a trail of kisses down her neck and collarbone. "Mmmm," she moaned, "You know normally I'd be all for this, but this is the longest I've been on my feet all day and I'm starting to feel like I really need to lie down again." Concern knitted his brow. Then he kissed her forehead and led her over to the bed. He got in first, and pulled her down beside him, where she rested comfortably against his chest. He could feel the heat emanating from her body. "The first time I've ever been to your house and I'm already in your bed," he said, "Wow, I think your room is bigger than my entire house."
She yawned and sighed contentedly as he ran his fingers through her slightly damp hair. "So, how are you feeling, sweetie? I'm not used to you being this quiet," he asked. "Achy, stuffy, tired, dizzy—but extremely happy now that you're here. I thought a shower might help, but no such luck," she replied, sighing defeatedly. "Aww, poor baby. Have you eaten anything today?" he asked. "No I haven't, but I think I could," she replied. "Well good, because Haley is making some soup at the café. She said she would stop by and bring you some. She should be here any minute," he said, "Do you feel up to going downstairs and watching a movie or something? Looks like you've worn Peyton out, we should get out of here and let her get some rest." Brooke nodded in agreement. Lucas got out of bed first. Brooke giggled as he threw her arms around his neck, wrapped her legs around his waist, and carried her down the stairs.
He gently put her down on the sofa and tucked a blanket around her. "Anything special you want to watch?" he asked. Brooke just shook her head 'no', so he decided on Pirates of the Caribbean. He returned to the sofa and she curled up against him. Haley arrived just as the movie was starting. "Hey guys, the door was open so I let myself in," she said, putting the hot container of soup down on the coffee table. "Hey Tigger!" she said. Brooked just smiled weakly and waved. "Wow, no 'Tutor Girl'? You must really be sick," Haley said as she felt Brooke's forehead. Luke rubbed Brooke's back soothingly as she suffered through a bout of coughing and sneezing. "Where's Peyton?" Haley asked. "In my room sleeping. I feel kind of bad about wearing her out like that," Brooke said softly. "Don't worry about it, that's what best friends are for. If it were me, Lucas would be doing the same thing," she replied, "Ok, kids. Brooke, try to eat and take care of that cold. I want you to be your bouncy, happy, annoying self very soon—Tree Hill's a little boring without you. Lucas, I'll see you later; I've got to get back to work. Feel better Brooke, and tell Peyton I said hi." "Thanks Haley," Lucas and Brooke said at the same time.
Peyton was a little worried when she woke up to find Brooke wasn't in bed. She heard voices as she quietly descended the stairs, then she remembered Lucas was supposed to come over. Not wanting to interrupt their private time, she hid behind the doorway and peeked around the corner. Brooke was lying on her stomach across Lucas' lap. He was rubbing her back and she was complaining about his cold hands, while he insisted it wasn't his hands—she was just too hot. Then out of nowhere, he said something that shocked all three of them. "Brooke? I really love you," he said simply, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. Brooke sat up slowly and turned to face him. She smiled but didn't say anything, and suddenly she began to cry. "Baby, what's wrong? Are you ok, does something hurt? Why the tears?" he said as he pulled her close, hugging her tightly. "I'm fine. I'm sorry, it's just—no guy has ever said that to me before," she replied softly.
He pulled away from her slightly so he could look into those beautiful green eyes. "Well, those guys were idiots," he said as he wiped the tears from her face, "but I'm not, and I love you so much. I've never felt this way about any other girl before—and if it's up to me I never will again because I'll always have you." "I-I love you too, Lucas. I've never been in love before, but if this is it...I don't think I ever want it to end," she said shyly, "I would kiss you, but I don't want to give you my cold." "Eh, It's worth the risk," he replied as he lifted her chin and kissed her passionately. Peyton envied Brooke a little as she looked on, but she was also happy for her. Their exchange was so simple, yet so sweet, and passionate, and loving. Lucas was everything Brooke had ever wanted, and everything that she deserved. Brooke was sniffling again, so Lucas held a tissue up to her nose and told her to blow.
"That's sweet, yet really disgusting at the same time," Peyton said as she made her entrance. "Sleepy girl! You're awake!" Brooke said. "Ooh, she's funny. She must be feeling better. Hey Luke," she said as she playfully ruffled Brooke's hair. "Hey from me and hey from Haley. She stopped by with some soup for Brooke while you were sleeping. There's pizza in the kitchen if you're hungry," he said. "Hey gorgeous? Would you mind getting me some ice cream? My throat hurts," Brooke said as she pouted at Lucas. "Anything for you," he said, kissing the top of her head as he got up to fulfill her request. "Brooke and Lucas sitting in a tree K-I-S-S-I-N-G," Peyton taunted and she sat down beside Brooke, "You looooove him, you want to have his babies. My best friend Brooke Davis is in love. I never thought I'd see the day. My baby's growing up!" They both giggled like little schoolgirls. Suddenly Brooke got serious. "Does it bother you? Are you really ok with this Peyton? Because if you're not--," she began. "Stop it. I'm fine. Stop worrying about me will you? You deserve to be happy, Brooke. You've always been the one to sacrifice anything for me; it's my turn now. Seeing you happy makes me happy," Peyton replied.
They hugged each other tightly. "And if he ever hurts you, I'll kill him," Peyton whispered in her ear just as Lucas came back into the room. They both broke into laughter. "Hey, what's so funny?" he asked as he sat down and handed Brooke her bowl of ice cream. "Nothing," they replied in unison, innocently. Lucas decided it was probably girl talk and nothing he really wanted to know anyway and shrugged it off. They sat in silence as Brooke ate her ice cream, just enjoying each other's company.
When Brooke was done, she laid her head on Peyton's shoulder and held Lucas' hand as they watched another movie. She had never felt so content in her life. In that moment she realized that everything that had tortured her, everything that had hurt her to the core all her life didn't matter at all. Her parents' neglect didn't mean anything anymore; they couldn't hurt her anymore. Not when she had these two amazing people who loved her so much--who cared about her so much they'd wasted their whole weekend on her. She kissed Luke's hand, and snuggled into Peyton a little more. Never in her life had she felt so secure, and comfortable...and loved. She knew that everything she could ever want, everything she could ever need was encompassed in the two people on either side of her, the two people she knew would rather kill themselves than break her heart, the people she knew she could count on for the rest of her life...and she couldn't be happier.
Fin
"Hey sexy," he whispered in her ear. "Hey yourself," she whispered. "Mmm, You smell so delicious," he said, as he began to shower the dimple on her right cheek with soft kisses. She giggled softly. "Hey now boyfriend, the other one is feeling a little neglected," she said, tapping a finger against the dimple on her left cheek. "Anything for you princess," he replied, as he repeated his actions on the other side of her face. Luke then began to work his way down, leaving a trail of kisses down her neck and collarbone. "Mmmm," she moaned, "You know normally I'd be all for this, but this is the longest I've been on my feet all day and I'm starting to feel like I really need to lie down again." Concern knitted his brow. Then he kissed her forehead and led her over to the bed. He got in first, and pulled her down beside him, where she rested comfortably against his chest. He could feel the heat emanating from her body. "The first time I've ever been to your house and I'm already in your bed," he said, "Wow, I think your room is bigger than my entire house."
She yawned and sighed contentedly as he ran his fingers through her slightly damp hair. "So, how are you feeling, sweetie? I'm not used to you being this quiet," he asked. "Achy, stuffy, tired, dizzy—but extremely happy now that you're here. I thought a shower might help, but no such luck," she replied, sighing defeatedly. "Aww, poor baby. Have you eaten anything today?" he asked. "No I haven't, but I think I could," she replied. "Well good, because Haley is making some soup at the café. She said she would stop by and bring you some. She should be here any minute," he said, "Do you feel up to going downstairs and watching a movie or something? Looks like you've worn Peyton out, we should get out of here and let her get some rest." Brooke nodded in agreement. Lucas got out of bed first. Brooke giggled as he threw her arms around his neck, wrapped her legs around his waist, and carried her down the stairs.
He gently put her down on the sofa and tucked a blanket around her. "Anything special you want to watch?" he asked. Brooke just shook her head 'no', so he decided on Pirates of the Caribbean. He returned to the sofa and she curled up against him. Haley arrived just as the movie was starting. "Hey guys, the door was open so I let myself in," she said, putting the hot container of soup down on the coffee table. "Hey Tigger!" she said. Brooked just smiled weakly and waved. "Wow, no 'Tutor Girl'? You must really be sick," Haley said as she felt Brooke's forehead. Luke rubbed Brooke's back soothingly as she suffered through a bout of coughing and sneezing. "Where's Peyton?" Haley asked. "In my room sleeping. I feel kind of bad about wearing her out like that," Brooke said softly. "Don't worry about it, that's what best friends are for. If it were me, Lucas would be doing the same thing," she replied, "Ok, kids. Brooke, try to eat and take care of that cold. I want you to be your bouncy, happy, annoying self very soon—Tree Hill's a little boring without you. Lucas, I'll see you later; I've got to get back to work. Feel better Brooke, and tell Peyton I said hi." "Thanks Haley," Lucas and Brooke said at the same time.
Peyton was a little worried when she woke up to find Brooke wasn't in bed. She heard voices as she quietly descended the stairs, then she remembered Lucas was supposed to come over. Not wanting to interrupt their private time, she hid behind the doorway and peeked around the corner. Brooke was lying on her stomach across Lucas' lap. He was rubbing her back and she was complaining about his cold hands, while he insisted it wasn't his hands—she was just too hot. Then out of nowhere, he said something that shocked all three of them. "Brooke? I really love you," he said simply, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. Brooke sat up slowly and turned to face him. She smiled but didn't say anything, and suddenly she began to cry. "Baby, what's wrong? Are you ok, does something hurt? Why the tears?" he said as he pulled her close, hugging her tightly. "I'm fine. I'm sorry, it's just—no guy has ever said that to me before," she replied softly.
He pulled away from her slightly so he could look into those beautiful green eyes. "Well, those guys were idiots," he said as he wiped the tears from her face, "but I'm not, and I love you so much. I've never felt this way about any other girl before—and if it's up to me I never will again because I'll always have you." "I-I love you too, Lucas. I've never been in love before, but if this is it...I don't think I ever want it to end," she said shyly, "I would kiss you, but I don't want to give you my cold." "Eh, It's worth the risk," he replied as he lifted her chin and kissed her passionately. Peyton envied Brooke a little as she looked on, but she was also happy for her. Their exchange was so simple, yet so sweet, and passionate, and loving. Lucas was everything Brooke had ever wanted, and everything that she deserved. Brooke was sniffling again, so Lucas held a tissue up to her nose and told her to blow.
"That's sweet, yet really disgusting at the same time," Peyton said as she made her entrance. "Sleepy girl! You're awake!" Brooke said. "Ooh, she's funny. She must be feeling better. Hey Luke," she said as she playfully ruffled Brooke's hair. "Hey from me and hey from Haley. She stopped by with some soup for Brooke while you were sleeping. There's pizza in the kitchen if you're hungry," he said. "Hey gorgeous? Would you mind getting me some ice cream? My throat hurts," Brooke said as she pouted at Lucas. "Anything for you," he said, kissing the top of her head as he got up to fulfill her request. "Brooke and Lucas sitting in a tree K-I-S-S-I-N-G," Peyton taunted and she sat down beside Brooke, "You looooove him, you want to have his babies. My best friend Brooke Davis is in love. I never thought I'd see the day. My baby's growing up!" They both giggled like little schoolgirls. Suddenly Brooke got serious. "Does it bother you? Are you really ok with this Peyton? Because if you're not--," she began. "Stop it. I'm fine. Stop worrying about me will you? You deserve to be happy, Brooke. You've always been the one to sacrifice anything for me; it's my turn now. Seeing you happy makes me happy," Peyton replied.
They hugged each other tightly. "And if he ever hurts you, I'll kill him," Peyton whispered in her ear just as Lucas came back into the room. They both broke into laughter. "Hey, what's so funny?" he asked as he sat down and handed Brooke her bowl of ice cream. "Nothing," they replied in unison, innocently. Lucas decided it was probably girl talk and nothing he really wanted to know anyway and shrugged it off. They sat in silence as Brooke ate her ice cream, just enjoying each other's company.
When Brooke was done, she laid her head on Peyton's shoulder and held Lucas' hand as they watched another movie. She had never felt so content in her life. In that moment she realized that everything that had tortured her, everything that had hurt her to the core all her life didn't matter at all. Her parents' neglect didn't mean anything anymore; they couldn't hurt her anymore. Not when she had these two amazing people who loved her so much--who cared about her so much they'd wasted their whole weekend on her. She kissed Luke's hand, and snuggled into Peyton a little more. Never in her life had she felt so secure, and comfortable...and loved. She knew that everything she could ever want, everything she could ever need was encompassed in the two people on either side of her, the two people she knew would rather kill themselves than break her heart, the people she knew she could count on for the rest of her life...and she couldn't be happier.
Fin
