Disclaimer- I don't own One Tree Hill or own any of the characters.
Rating-pg- 13/R for language.
A.N- Thanks for reviewing, hope you enjoy this chapter. Sorry this chapter kind of short, but I wanted to post it before I left for two weeks to go to camp. So there won't be any updates until I get back from camp.
"I'm not asking for reconciliation." Lucas says, getting tired of the conversation which just seems to be going in circles.
"Then what is it exactly." Brooke asks, carefully forming the words with her lips as if she was talking to a two year old.
Brooke shifts her weight to her hands as she crosses her legs, one leg over the other to sit Indian style on her bed only inches away from Lucas, who sat Indian style on the opposite side of the bed.
He looks down, looking as if he's giving the question great thought.
"I don't know" he says, raising his head. "I just want to be there" he says, looking Brooke in the eye." You know, for you... and the baby"
"Ok." She replies. The quickness of her answer surprises them both.
"You remember, last week, at school, when you said..." He starts to say but gets cut off by Brooke.
"I remember." She snapped, remorse in her voice.
He nodded solemnly.
"Why did you say it?" he asked, almost scared to hear the answer.
"I... don't know." She whispered. She held her head down low as if she was ashamed.
He nodded again.
"I miss you." Brooke said, almost lower than a whisper. Surprised by what just came out of her mouth, she became afraid. She started to inch her way farther away from Lucas almost falling off her bed.
He moves quickly to grab her arm to secure her from falling. He pulls her in so close to him he can smell the sent of her hair. She places her hand on his knee and he immediately places his on top of hers, squeezing it firmly.
"But I'm right here." He says, not fully understanding her last statement. He feels the sudden need to be close to her. He pulled her body into his chest, resting her head against his shoulder.
She looks up at him to find his ocean blue eyes already looking at her. He adores her, he really does, but she would never understand.
She puts her hand on his jaw so softly it's barely touching him. She runs her hand slowly down his jaw stopping when she reaches his lips. She traces the out line of his lips with her index figure, surprised by how soft they are. He's watching her intently, kind of confused with her actions. She can't tear her eyes off of him. Tonight, he just seems so pure, perfect even. She imagines she looks like some starry eyed teenager in love.
Taken aback by her new found attraction to him, she rips herself away from his chest and again inches her way back to the edge of her bed.
"You should go now" Brooke says, abruptly.
Lucas doesn't understand but nods in agreement. He slowly gets off her bed and exits her room with out a word.
Brooke runs her hands through her hair, as her eyes start to tear up.
"And once again I fuck it up." She says out loud to no one.
Rating-pg- 13/R for language.
A.N- Thanks for reviewing, hope you enjoy this chapter. Sorry this chapter kind of short, but I wanted to post it before I left for two weeks to go to camp. So there won't be any updates until I get back from camp.
"I'm not asking for reconciliation." Lucas says, getting tired of the conversation which just seems to be going in circles.
"Then what is it exactly." Brooke asks, carefully forming the words with her lips as if she was talking to a two year old.
Brooke shifts her weight to her hands as she crosses her legs, one leg over the other to sit Indian style on her bed only inches away from Lucas, who sat Indian style on the opposite side of the bed.
He looks down, looking as if he's giving the question great thought.
"I don't know" he says, raising his head. "I just want to be there" he says, looking Brooke in the eye." You know, for you... and the baby"
"Ok." She replies. The quickness of her answer surprises them both.
"You remember, last week, at school, when you said..." He starts to say but gets cut off by Brooke.
"I remember." She snapped, remorse in her voice.
He nodded solemnly.
"Why did you say it?" he asked, almost scared to hear the answer.
"I... don't know." She whispered. She held her head down low as if she was ashamed.
He nodded again.
"I miss you." Brooke said, almost lower than a whisper. Surprised by what just came out of her mouth, she became afraid. She started to inch her way farther away from Lucas almost falling off her bed.
He moves quickly to grab her arm to secure her from falling. He pulls her in so close to him he can smell the sent of her hair. She places her hand on his knee and he immediately places his on top of hers, squeezing it firmly.
"But I'm right here." He says, not fully understanding her last statement. He feels the sudden need to be close to her. He pulled her body into his chest, resting her head against his shoulder.
She looks up at him to find his ocean blue eyes already looking at her. He adores her, he really does, but she would never understand.
She puts her hand on his jaw so softly it's barely touching him. She runs her hand slowly down his jaw stopping when she reaches his lips. She traces the out line of his lips with her index figure, surprised by how soft they are. He's watching her intently, kind of confused with her actions. She can't tear her eyes off of him. Tonight, he just seems so pure, perfect even. She imagines she looks like some starry eyed teenager in love.
Taken aback by her new found attraction to him, she rips herself away from his chest and again inches her way back to the edge of her bed.
"You should go now" Brooke says, abruptly.
Lucas doesn't understand but nods in agreement. He slowly gets off her bed and exits her room with out a word.
Brooke runs her hands through her hair, as her eyes start to tear up.
"And once again I fuck it up." She says out loud to no one.