"So, I haven't seen you since..." Lucas doesn't want to remember the last time he saw Brooke Davis.
"Yeah." Brooke doesn't want to talk about the night when Chris proposed and she threw away everything she had with Lucas for that cheating, lying manipulative bastard who wore white old man briefs and who drank a glass of scotch with three ice cubes every night and…ugh. She hates him, she hates him, she hates him.
Lucas clears his throat as he avoids her gaze. "So, how have you been?"
Brooke rolls her eyes, knowing better than to lie to him. "Don't tell me you don't know. Haley said she told you like two seconds after I told her." There's an edge to her voice that Brooke didn't mean to add. Her therapist would say that she is projecting the anger she has towards Chris onto Lucas. Or maybe its just anger she has towards Lucas coming out again. She can't believe he is standing in front of her after six years.
"Uh, yeah. Can't say I was surprised." Even he is surprised by how mean he sounds—in all his dreams of Brooke's return to him, their conversation never went like this. "I mean—I couldn't believe you could be happy with him." 'Shit,' he thinks. That wasn't nice either. "I mean—"
"You're probably laughing at me inside." Brooke sounds quiet and unlike the happy go lucky girl he used to know. "You never wanted me to marry him in the first place."
"I wanted you to marry me." Lucas thinks of the blue velvet box still sitting in his sock drawer. He could never bring himself to return it.
Brooke unexpectedly feels tears well up in her eyes and she quickly turns away. Lucas sees the tears though and wonders if she still feels as much for him as he does for her. He hasn't seen her since December 23, 2007—five years before she found out Chris was cheating but his love for her, although pushed away, has not diminished much to the dismay of his many admirers.
"Lucas!" The blonde actress who is his date rushes over as fast as one can in rhinestone studded stilettos. Brooke gives her the once over and immediately decides that at least Alexandra Shamis looked classy. This girl just looks like a slut.
"Well," Brooke sounds composed but Lucas knows inside she's dying. "I'll just leave you two lovebirds alone!" Her black silk dress trails after her as she leaves the party.
"Oh my god, was that Brooke Waldorf?"
"Brooke Davis."
"Oh right, she's getting divorced. I can't believe that bitch landed the Burberry ads and a job hosting Access Hollywood—she was so mean to Christopher when they were married she doesn't deserve any of it!"
"Where did you read that? US Weekly?"
Marissa looks at him weirdly. "No, In Touch Weekly!"
Lucas drinks the rest of his vodka. "The same magazine that said you were pregnant last week? Brooke is not a bitch and Christopher, the awful bastard, cheated on her for five years—six if you count when they dated. Think before you speak, bitch."
Lucas storms out of the benefit.
A few days later, Brooke walks into her empty mansion and kicks off her Jimmy Choo's. Walking into her dark kitche, she presses the play button on her answering machine.
"Uh, Brooke? Hi. It's Lucas. Lucas Scott. God, I don't know why I'm doing this but I need to see you. Please call—my number is 444-444-4444. I think I am—no, I am still in love with you. Oh god, what am I doing? Um, yeah. Bye."
Against her better judgement, Brooke calls him back.
Author's Note: I miss this story and I miss Lucas & Brooke! I'm going to try and update more often. Let me know if you like this story by reviewing which will definitely guarantee a chapter 5.