Disclaimer: I do not own One Tree Hill. But I do however have an over active imagination so I like to do certain things with them. .:winks:.

A/N: She's back! Yes Rochelle has returned. Why you ask? Thanks to the lovely Chad or James. I was just checking my mail twenty minutes ago, when I saw the review. So I re-read the story and I saw that I honestly liked it. So I had an urge, and here I am. Yes I know I'm just as shocked as you are. But here I go. Happy new Years!

Summary: I have no effing clue. I'm not tining, just writing.

Story

---> Lucas POV

As soon as I walked away from her, I knew I made a mistake. I wasn't sure what took over me, I suppose the alcohol wore off. When I was with Brooke I felt like I was on Estacy. I suppose that's the high and low feeling I get from her. She brings out the best and worst of me. Everything she does make me shake. Seeing those other guys made me loose it. I think I fear for her. I know she can handle her self, but she seems so fragile at times. Like a fragile flower waiting to weather away. I don't know why I care so much. I just don't want her hurt. I don't want to hurt her.

Lucas put the pen down, in thought. It was a little past four a.m. and he couldn't sleep, so he decided to write. He re-read the last sentence. He couldn't believe he wrote that. He was so sure he liked Peyton. He thought Brooke was just a good time.

"Maybe that's what all those guys saw her as, just a good time," he said a loud. He jumped up, hopped in his car and sped down the deserted, dark street.

---> Brooke in her room

Brooke was wrapped up in her teddy bear, with tears streaming down her face. She couldn't believe it, Lucas walked away from her. As usual Brooke is the one left behind. Never one to be loved, just someone to be there and fulfill whatever their sexual needs are. She sniffled again, as a shadow appeared in her door.

"Tigger?'

She wiped her tears quickly and got herself together.

"Yeah?'

Bernard turned the light on. "You don't have to hide from me, I've know you before you've known yourself."

Brooke smiled slightly. "Pretty embarrassing though," she said.

"Certainly not," he moved closer to her on the bed, the light from the moon, made him appear wise, "Crying is not a shameful nor embarrassing act, it's the emotions inside that pour out beautifully. Everyone cries, for those who don't cry, I cry for them." Brooke started crying even more.

"Big bear, I love you so much."

"And I you, Tigger, now sleep my dear, let your problems disappear."

Brooke smiled as the old man got up and walked out the door. He lay in her bed, for a moment she was at peace until she heared a car engine turn off. She looked out her window, but could hardly see the figure which emerge from the car. She lay back down. Great fricken night I'd say. Perfect. The only chance I had with Lucas ruined. Oh well, his loss, she said quietly to herself. Who am I kidding; I'm the only one losing here. Her thought were interrupted by a knock at her window. She irritatingly walked over to the window, she could vaguely see this image of the person, and she squinted her eyes for a better look. She opened the window, and stuck her head out.

"Lucas?"

"Yeah it's me."

"Why are you here?" she said harshly.

"Look, I'm sorry."

She just stared at him, shaking her head; Letting the wind blow her hair in all directions. She must be an angel, Lucas thought.

"Can you not hear me form up there?'

"I can hear just fine."

"Well, could ya come down so I can at least look at you?"

She paused for a moment contemplating whether or not to go, and then she moved form the window and appeared in front of him of the steps of her mansion.

"I would have climbed to your window, but I figured if I died I wouldn't have been able to tell you how sorry I was."

"Is that all?'

"You could be a bit nicer'

"Why? You don't deserve nicer."

"Your right, you're absolutely right," he said moving toward her," I don't deserve nicer and I definitely don't deserve you," now with her face in his hands.

She remained motionless. She could usually melt ice her personality but now she could only cause a blizzard with her expression.

"So I guess, you're still mad," he said looking down.

"Ya think?'

"Well, ya know, at least I tried." He said backing away from her, there's not much more I can do Brooke, what do you want me to do, beg?'

She shook her head.

"What? What are you not saying?" he could feel himself getting angrier with each word that escaped his mouth.

She looked up at him with a glare that could frighten the blind. I wouldn't be fit for pregnant women and children.

"What do you want from me?' He yelled

"I wanted you to not be like those guys that were at the bar. I expected more from you. I saw how you rescued Peyton without thinking of what she might be doing at the party. But I guess it's because it's me, that I don't deserve that kind of appreciation. I'm just dumb slutly Brooke."

"That's not true." He said now in front of her.

"Oh really? Is that why you gave me a second look after you figured I slept with those guys?"

'Did you?'

"Is that any of your business?"

"Sorry. Those guys just made me mad."

"Why, why did they make you so mad, when you don't even care?

"That's the problem, I did care, I do care.'

For the firs time in all her life Brooke Davis was speechless.

"Do you really mean that," she managed to get out.

"Do these lips lie?'

He leaned forward and kissed her sweetly on her forehead.

"No, I'd say they were the most truthfulwords anyone as ever spoken to me."

They sat on in silence on her concrete steps, until the sun rose from the horizon. Lucas looked at his watch. It was now 6:15 a. m.

"Oh man, my moms going to slaughter me."

"Oh I'm sorry Luke; I should have let you gone home."

"No it's fine, I enjoyed your company."

"But we didn't say anything," she smiled.

"Sweet Silence."

They looked at each other, searching each others eyes.

"You know you remind me of someone."

"Yeah, really, who?'

"Just then the front door opened. And a tire old man with a dressed pajama and hat to match, emerged.

"Big bear." Brooke said, looking up at the angry man.

A/N: So that was a quick, sappy, and very angsty chapter. Hope you liked it. Review and I may just keep this story going; I have this in mind for this plot. 3 Rochelle