HEY y'all! I know it's been a while, but here's the next chapter. There
will probably be 2-3 more! Thanks again for the wonderful reviews - they
really, really, really mean a lot. You people are absolutely fantastic.
Period.
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Sometimes the best thing that ever happens to a person is hard for others to contemplate. How can two very different people make each other happy? Isn't there a point where these blatant discrepancies become so brutally obvious that it creates a rift?
The answer is no.
My name is Brooke Davis and I am walking testament to the statement "opposites attract". The guy that's stood by me since the beginning is still right next to me, watching my back and holding my chin up whenever I need the reinforcement, whenever I need to hear things like "you're beautiful" or "no Brooke, you haven't totally messed your life up". I've made so many mistakes, but he's loved me despite them all.
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Autumn resides heavily in the air, the scent of falling leaves and descending temperatures ever-present on the crisp, chilly winds.
Fall is a beautiful time of year in the small town of Tree Hill, North Carolina, when the leaves from the trees cascade down into the brown grasses; as the trees change from a lively green to more somber shades of red, brown, and orange. Summer has dissipated away like ghostly breath in the seemingly hyperborean air - the times of beach-visiting and walking around in skimpy outfits is gone.
A bell resounds within the empty halls of Tree Hill High. Within nanoseconds, students spill out of doorways with the frenzy of a river flooding a dam. It's always pandemonium as the last class on a Friday dismisses.
He walks alone to his locker, his usual gray hoodie equipped across his chest. His strides are brisk, as if he's in a hurry to be somewhere. Indeed, work at the shop starts in fifteen minutes and he can't afford to be late. Besides, his mom gets home later this evening.
He turns the dial on his locker with a practiced ease and opens his locker quickly. Discarding books from his backpack, Lucas Scott's jaw drops as she walks down the hallway, her arm hooked in Peyton's.
She's as beautiful as the first day he saw her - the first time he kissed her - the first time they made love.
She grins at him as she notices him staring then turns to Peyton. She says something and then they laugh. Peyton nods in his direction, and then walks off to her own locker in the opposite direction.
"Well hello, boyfriend," Brooke Davis grins slyly, sliding in front of Lucas and leaning on his locker. "And how was your day?"
"Boring as hell, well, until you showed up." He smiles and they kiss softly. "And what about yours?"
"The usual; note-writing and trying to figure out whether or not Mr. Wainwright has a hairpiece occupied most of my time. By the way, do you have any clue as to what today is?"
"Our two-month anniversary," he answers without a pause.
"Good boy! You get a cookie."
"I'm not hungry," Lucas replies, smirking as he antagonizes her.
"Beggars cannot be choosers, beautiful, but I guess a kiss will just have to do," she giggles as she stands on her tip-toes to plant a long smack on his lips.
He brushes a falling shock of hair away from her face and closes his locker. Their fingers intertwine as they head down the hallway - people have finally stopped staring at the unlikely pair, the two that escaped from the school half-naked. It took a while for that one to simmer down.
"So what time is this little dinner you're having for your mom?" Brooke inquires as they exit the institution. It's a little bit warmer today, and she reaches to take off her denim jacket. Lucas helps her with it.
"We'll eat at about seven, after we get back from the airport, at my-"
"At your place," Brooke finishes for him, smiling. "I've got it, I've got it. I'll be there with bells on."
"Good. I really think my mom will like you, Brooke. I mean, you've got Keith practically eating out of the palm of your hand."
"Well, if I must say, it's kind of hard not to like me," Brooke grins broadly, the dimples forming on her lightly blushed cheeks. "Not that I'm conceited or anything."
"No, not conceited at all," Lucus murmurs as corners Brooke softly against her vehicle. He presses her against the car as he kisses her. Brooke's painted and glossed lips taste like strawberries against his, lush and full and wet. Her hand grasps the nape of his neck as she guides his mouth against hers with fervor.
Suddenly, the alarm goes off and a shrill beeping noise resonates loudly throughout the student parking lot. Everywhere, kids look up at the duo going at it with a frenzy.
"Well @#%$," she says nonchalantly. "Caught in the act!" She pulls away reluctantly then proceeds to double over laughing. Her lightheartedness is contagious, and Lucas shakes his head as he begins to chuckle. Soon they're cracking up amidst the beeping that is still pulsating in the background.
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She pulls up in front of Lucas' house with the radio humming gently.
"So, seven o'clock here."
"Sharp!" he emphasizes firmly.
"Ok, ok. Gotcha. That gives me just enough time to go with Peyton and Theresa to look for dresses."
A confused look washes over Lucas' face as an exasperated one surfaces on hers.
"Homecoming dresses, baby. Homecoming - which is next weekend, might I remind you; we really need to start getting this stuff together!"
"Yea, you're the perfect matchmaker so I think this is well-within your capabilities. I'll see you tonight-"
"At seven!"
"Yes, at seven. Now you get a cookie," he gleams, playfully punching her in the shoulder.
"Hell no! I want my kiss!"
She grabs him by his hoodie and pulls him to her. When he gets out, his hair is just a little bit disheveled and his clothes are a bit rumpled as he maneuvers up his walkway to the porch. . .
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He walks with Keith through the somewhat crowded airport terminal. The older man is obviously a bit anxious, nervous, his skin flushing.
"Keith, man, you look like you're about to wet your pants."
Keith turns to his nephew, and shakes his head. "I'm fine, kid. Here, your mom's getting off here."
Lucas cracks a half-smile. He's almost positive that's a bead of sweat that Keith wipes away quickly.
Both men seat themselves in the chairs. Lucas picks up the nearest teen-ish magazine and flips through the pages. Keith is staring intently out through the glass windows to the runway beyond. His hands are shaking.
Lucas is about to inquire once again as to his uncle's condition when his cell phone rings. It's Brooke.
"Baby - I found the most beautiful dress EVER!"
Lucas smiles despite himself. Knowing Brooke it probably is gorgeous, stunning, spectacular, and probably expensive enough to really burn a whole in one's pocket.
"Is your mom there yet?"
"No," Lucas replies. "What's the dress like?"
"Oh God, it's amazing - it's a two-piece! Can you believe that? No one else at Homecoming will have a two-piece dress. It's red, like red-apple red. There's a slit up to-"
Lucas doesn't listen to a word she says - but he focuses on her voice. The husky, sexy alto voice softly buzzing through the phone. It's alive with enthusiasm, inviting, like a warm hearth during the winter. It's hypnotic and alluring and enchanting, capable of lifting someone to the highest apex of jubilation with the merest sigh. He loves the way she speaks, the sounds she makes when she's excited like this, how she's probably pacing back and forth in an attempt to contain her titillation.
She talks about the jewelry, how she'll get her nails painted red, and about the stiletto pumps that went with the dress so well that Theresa found for her. . . Her happiness is like a remedy to everything bad in the world.
How different would his life have been had he never discovered this happiness?
"Lucas, they're here."
"Brooke, my mom's getting off - I'll see you tonight."
"Yea you will, baby. At seven! Tell your mom I said hey!"
His face is aglow with happiness when the doors open. The international flight was fairly full, but eventually the crowd dims as they escape the thin tunnel connecting the aircraft to the building.
He picks her out of the throng of individuals immediately despite her short stature. She's grown her raven-colored curls out longer, well below her shoulders, but she still carries herself with the same dignity and grace that she possessed before she left. She pulls the tote bag behind her - which appears to be just a tad bit fuller than what it was before her departure.
"Mom!" Lucas shouts as he rushes forward. They embrace tightly, and she places a soft kiss on his unshaven cheek. She pulls away, a broad grin across her merry features.
"What is this? I'm gone for six weeks and I come back and you've got a beard? It has got to be peach-fuzz."
She pats his cheek then turns to Keith. "Well, it looks like you took very good care of my baby. I have no idea what you were worried about."
Keith hugs her to him tightly, his eyes closed. He whispers something in her ear - all Lucas can decipher is the word "instincts". She looks up at him and smiles.
After they've gotten all of suitcases from the baggage claim, the trio walks off to the pick-up. They put her bags on a cart and Karen wraps her arms around their shoulders.
"I really missed you boys, you know that?"
"Well you called like ten times within the first three days, Mom," Lucas teases.
She pokes him in the ribs then clears her throat. "So, about this new girlfriend: when do I get to meet her?"
Keith beats Lucas to it. "Well, Brooke's coming over tonight for dinner."
Karen gives Lucas a sly grin then continues, hopping into the passenger seat. "Well, then we've got something to look forward to! My first day back and I've still got to cook."
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--Next time on 'She's Electric!' : It's dinnertime at Karen's! And later - HOMECOMING!
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Sometimes the best thing that ever happens to a person is hard for others to contemplate. How can two very different people make each other happy? Isn't there a point where these blatant discrepancies become so brutally obvious that it creates a rift?
The answer is no.
My name is Brooke Davis and I am walking testament to the statement "opposites attract". The guy that's stood by me since the beginning is still right next to me, watching my back and holding my chin up whenever I need the reinforcement, whenever I need to hear things like "you're beautiful" or "no Brooke, you haven't totally messed your life up". I've made so many mistakes, but he's loved me despite them all.
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Autumn resides heavily in the air, the scent of falling leaves and descending temperatures ever-present on the crisp, chilly winds.
Fall is a beautiful time of year in the small town of Tree Hill, North Carolina, when the leaves from the trees cascade down into the brown grasses; as the trees change from a lively green to more somber shades of red, brown, and orange. Summer has dissipated away like ghostly breath in the seemingly hyperborean air - the times of beach-visiting and walking around in skimpy outfits is gone.
A bell resounds within the empty halls of Tree Hill High. Within nanoseconds, students spill out of doorways with the frenzy of a river flooding a dam. It's always pandemonium as the last class on a Friday dismisses.
He walks alone to his locker, his usual gray hoodie equipped across his chest. His strides are brisk, as if he's in a hurry to be somewhere. Indeed, work at the shop starts in fifteen minutes and he can't afford to be late. Besides, his mom gets home later this evening.
He turns the dial on his locker with a practiced ease and opens his locker quickly. Discarding books from his backpack, Lucas Scott's jaw drops as she walks down the hallway, her arm hooked in Peyton's.
She's as beautiful as the first day he saw her - the first time he kissed her - the first time they made love.
She grins at him as she notices him staring then turns to Peyton. She says something and then they laugh. Peyton nods in his direction, and then walks off to her own locker in the opposite direction.
"Well hello, boyfriend," Brooke Davis grins slyly, sliding in front of Lucas and leaning on his locker. "And how was your day?"
"Boring as hell, well, until you showed up." He smiles and they kiss softly. "And what about yours?"
"The usual; note-writing and trying to figure out whether or not Mr. Wainwright has a hairpiece occupied most of my time. By the way, do you have any clue as to what today is?"
"Our two-month anniversary," he answers without a pause.
"Good boy! You get a cookie."
"I'm not hungry," Lucas replies, smirking as he antagonizes her.
"Beggars cannot be choosers, beautiful, but I guess a kiss will just have to do," she giggles as she stands on her tip-toes to plant a long smack on his lips.
He brushes a falling shock of hair away from her face and closes his locker. Their fingers intertwine as they head down the hallway - people have finally stopped staring at the unlikely pair, the two that escaped from the school half-naked. It took a while for that one to simmer down.
"So what time is this little dinner you're having for your mom?" Brooke inquires as they exit the institution. It's a little bit warmer today, and she reaches to take off her denim jacket. Lucas helps her with it.
"We'll eat at about seven, after we get back from the airport, at my-"
"At your place," Brooke finishes for him, smiling. "I've got it, I've got it. I'll be there with bells on."
"Good. I really think my mom will like you, Brooke. I mean, you've got Keith practically eating out of the palm of your hand."
"Well, if I must say, it's kind of hard not to like me," Brooke grins broadly, the dimples forming on her lightly blushed cheeks. "Not that I'm conceited or anything."
"No, not conceited at all," Lucus murmurs as corners Brooke softly against her vehicle. He presses her against the car as he kisses her. Brooke's painted and glossed lips taste like strawberries against his, lush and full and wet. Her hand grasps the nape of his neck as she guides his mouth against hers with fervor.
Suddenly, the alarm goes off and a shrill beeping noise resonates loudly throughout the student parking lot. Everywhere, kids look up at the duo going at it with a frenzy.
"Well @#%$," she says nonchalantly. "Caught in the act!" She pulls away reluctantly then proceeds to double over laughing. Her lightheartedness is contagious, and Lucas shakes his head as he begins to chuckle. Soon they're cracking up amidst the beeping that is still pulsating in the background.
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She pulls up in front of Lucas' house with the radio humming gently.
"So, seven o'clock here."
"Sharp!" he emphasizes firmly.
"Ok, ok. Gotcha. That gives me just enough time to go with Peyton and Theresa to look for dresses."
A confused look washes over Lucas' face as an exasperated one surfaces on hers.
"Homecoming dresses, baby. Homecoming - which is next weekend, might I remind you; we really need to start getting this stuff together!"
"Yea, you're the perfect matchmaker so I think this is well-within your capabilities. I'll see you tonight-"
"At seven!"
"Yes, at seven. Now you get a cookie," he gleams, playfully punching her in the shoulder.
"Hell no! I want my kiss!"
She grabs him by his hoodie and pulls him to her. When he gets out, his hair is just a little bit disheveled and his clothes are a bit rumpled as he maneuvers up his walkway to the porch. . .
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He walks with Keith through the somewhat crowded airport terminal. The older man is obviously a bit anxious, nervous, his skin flushing.
"Keith, man, you look like you're about to wet your pants."
Keith turns to his nephew, and shakes his head. "I'm fine, kid. Here, your mom's getting off here."
Lucas cracks a half-smile. He's almost positive that's a bead of sweat that Keith wipes away quickly.
Both men seat themselves in the chairs. Lucas picks up the nearest teen-ish magazine and flips through the pages. Keith is staring intently out through the glass windows to the runway beyond. His hands are shaking.
Lucas is about to inquire once again as to his uncle's condition when his cell phone rings. It's Brooke.
"Baby - I found the most beautiful dress EVER!"
Lucas smiles despite himself. Knowing Brooke it probably is gorgeous, stunning, spectacular, and probably expensive enough to really burn a whole in one's pocket.
"Is your mom there yet?"
"No," Lucas replies. "What's the dress like?"
"Oh God, it's amazing - it's a two-piece! Can you believe that? No one else at Homecoming will have a two-piece dress. It's red, like red-apple red. There's a slit up to-"
Lucas doesn't listen to a word she says - but he focuses on her voice. The husky, sexy alto voice softly buzzing through the phone. It's alive with enthusiasm, inviting, like a warm hearth during the winter. It's hypnotic and alluring and enchanting, capable of lifting someone to the highest apex of jubilation with the merest sigh. He loves the way she speaks, the sounds she makes when she's excited like this, how she's probably pacing back and forth in an attempt to contain her titillation.
She talks about the jewelry, how she'll get her nails painted red, and about the stiletto pumps that went with the dress so well that Theresa found for her. . . Her happiness is like a remedy to everything bad in the world.
How different would his life have been had he never discovered this happiness?
"Lucas, they're here."
"Brooke, my mom's getting off - I'll see you tonight."
"Yea you will, baby. At seven! Tell your mom I said hey!"
His face is aglow with happiness when the doors open. The international flight was fairly full, but eventually the crowd dims as they escape the thin tunnel connecting the aircraft to the building.
He picks her out of the throng of individuals immediately despite her short stature. She's grown her raven-colored curls out longer, well below her shoulders, but she still carries herself with the same dignity and grace that she possessed before she left. She pulls the tote bag behind her - which appears to be just a tad bit fuller than what it was before her departure.
"Mom!" Lucas shouts as he rushes forward. They embrace tightly, and she places a soft kiss on his unshaven cheek. She pulls away, a broad grin across her merry features.
"What is this? I'm gone for six weeks and I come back and you've got a beard? It has got to be peach-fuzz."
She pats his cheek then turns to Keith. "Well, it looks like you took very good care of my baby. I have no idea what you were worried about."
Keith hugs her to him tightly, his eyes closed. He whispers something in her ear - all Lucas can decipher is the word "instincts". She looks up at him and smiles.
After they've gotten all of suitcases from the baggage claim, the trio walks off to the pick-up. They put her bags on a cart and Karen wraps her arms around their shoulders.
"I really missed you boys, you know that?"
"Well you called like ten times within the first three days, Mom," Lucas teases.
She pokes him in the ribs then clears her throat. "So, about this new girlfriend: when do I get to meet her?"
Keith beats Lucas to it. "Well, Brooke's coming over tonight for dinner."
Karen gives Lucas a sly grin then continues, hopping into the passenger seat. "Well, then we've got something to look forward to! My first day back and I've still got to cook."
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--Next time on 'She's Electric!' : It's dinnertime at Karen's! And later - HOMECOMING!