"Have you ever wondered why people do the things they do?" She turned towards me, her eyebrows raised in question. "I mean, with their choices. Whether it's with school, friends, family. How do they come to their conclusions and make the decisions they do?
"I'm not sure. I guess it comes down to what the circumstances are that's surrounding them. It's almost like the saying goes, you play with the hand you've been dealt. At least that's the way I look at things." I reach over and take her small hands in mind and smile softly when she laces her fingers through them. "Why do you ask?"
I watch her as she shrugs her shoulders carelessly. "I don't know, I guess I was just curious. I mean take for instance the kids that go to our school. You have the jocks and the cheerleaders, the brainiacs and the dramatics, and all those other clicks. And I just wonder sometimes how we let ourselves fall into groups like that. What happens to our individuality if we're categorized as a group just because of who we hang out with?" She reaches up and brushes a stray strand of her away from her face with her spare hand. The movement catching my attention. It's amazing to me how such a simple act could cause my heart to skip a beat the way it does.
"We're not. Who we choose to hang out with doesn't determine who we are as individuals. It just adds to our characters. I hang out with you, not because we're alike, but because you have qualities that attract you to me. Look at us, we're as different as night and day, but we still make it work. That's all it takes to make a relationship work, the willingness to make an effort and ability to follow through with your decision. That goes for friendship, romance, family." The room's only lighting came from the candles that were scattered throughout her living room. It offered a cozy atmosphere as the flames danced in the air, causing the light to flicker shadows throughout the place. From the slight crease between her brows I could tell she was deep in thought from what I had just said.
She snuggles herself deeper into the pillows on the couch and smiles softly my way and I can see her dimples flashing. "Yeah you have a point there. I guess all that reading you do counts for something doesn't it? Otherwise, how else could you be so insightful?" She teased.
I chuckled at her joke but go along with it anyway. "Hey, you know what they say, reading is like food for the brain or something." This caused her to erupt in laughter. As I sit there and watch her I can't help the desire that builds up inside of me. All I want to do is reach over, grab her in my arms and kiss her until she's breathless from it. Nobody has ever had the effect she's had on me. And I honestly don't think anybody else will. She was like one of those things where, once you've had it, it ruins you for everybody else. I don't even think she knows what kind of power she holds over me. If she did, I'd be in a whole lot of trouble. But I can't act on my feelings for her. I already have a girlfriend, it wouldn't be right. In the distance of my mind I can hear her voice calling my name, pulling me out of my reverie.
"Hey, what were you thinking about there? I've been trying to get your attention for the last couple of minutes." She looks at me curiously, with a worried frown upon her face. "Are you alright, you're all pale all of a sudden." She makes a move to lay a hand on my forehead, as if to see if I was ill or something, but I quickly pull out of reach.
"No, I'm alright. Really! But I just remembered that it's late, and I should really be heading home." I scramble off of the couch and look around for my jacket. I should've known that this wouldn't be a good idea. I had thought I could be friends with her, but I was only fooling myself. There's no way I could be around her and not want something more. And to top it off, I already had a girlfriend and this wasn't fair to her. What was I thinking? Stupid! Stupid!
"Um, okay than. I'm sorry to see you leave, but it's really been fun hanging out again. We never really did this kind of thing when we were dating." She said as she hands me my jacket. She smiles meekly at me, and I know she's wondering why I'm all of a sudden acting so weird.
"Thanks! I'm glad we did this too, but I've really got to go. I'll see you around." As we reach the door I reach out and pull her into a hug. What was intended to be a quick embrace, turned into a longer one. I could smell the shampoo she used and the fragrance was intoxicating and I just didn't want to let go just yet. I quickly release her, waved good bye and practically ran out the door. Once again I was mentally kicking myself for being such an idiot.
I, Lucas Scott, could not possibly be falling for Brooke Davis. Not again! We'd already been through that. We'd already had our chance, and I ruined it. Now, we're finally friends, and that's what I wanted. Wasn't it? Boy, when did life get so complicated? Just when I thought I was finally able to move on, this happens. What am I suppose to do?
As I'm walking down the street towards my house, lost in thought, I hear my phone ring. I reach in to pick it up, flipped it open to check the caller ID, and for a quick second hoped it would be Brooke's name that flashed but it wasn't. It was my girlfriends number, and I quickly crash back to reality. I take a deep breath and hit talk on my phone.
"Hey Anna!"
A/N: Hey guys, just had this idea for a new fic and couldn't resist writing it. I know it's a little different from the Brooke we see on television, but I wanted to discover a new side to her. She'll still be fun and outgoing, but I wanted to bring a deeper and more sensitive side to her also. Lucas is dating Anna, just like in the show and Brooke is also dating Felix, but they're not "friends with benefits" they're girlfriend/boyfriend. Don't worry, it'll end up being a Brucas, it's just going to take some chapters before that happens. And in my story, although Felix is still cocky, he's going to be really good for Brooke. So he'll have a sensitive side. Anyway, I hope you read it and like it, if not sorry, and if you do please review. I write because people read, so if you don't like it and don't review it, I'll stop writing it. Thanks!