Chapter Six

Disclaimer: It’s not mine.

Author’s Note: Thank you so much for all the reviews—they mean a lot. Sorry for taking so long to update. This chapter has been sitting on my computer for a while but I meant to add more. Oh well. I promise the new chapter will come sooner this time.

I love to read fanfiction so I want to use this opportunity to recommend my personal favorite One Tree Hill story, Lover, You Should’ve Come Over by heartsmash. It’s a future fic about Brooke/Lucas and also features Nathan/Haley. It builds on the premise that Brooke had Lucas’s son at 19 without telling him. Twelve years later, she takes her son and Haley to visit Lucas. The story is very well written and full of plot twists. I love it! You should go read it. Of course, read and review this new chapter first.

Brooke gives Luke a small smile as he sits down.

“You’re on time,” Lucas seems surprised. Save for a few special occasions, Brooke was late for everything in the years that he knew her.

“Well, you know…I don’t work mornings. And keeping photographers waiting? Not to mention all the stylists and makeup people? Photoshoots taught me more than you would think.”

“So you’re on time because…because of photoshoots?” Brooke can tell from his tone that Lucas doesn’t believe her. He always knew her so well. Too well.

“Well, no.” Brooke pauses. “Truth is? I couldn’t wait to show off this outfit. Marc Jacobs Spring 2016 and who’s the first girl to get it?” The girl in question flashes him a wide smile.

Lucas smiles back at her and picks up his menu. He knows Brooke wasn’t on time because of her outfit, even if she does look hot in it. He knows that this lunch is just as important to her as it is to him. Otherwise she wouldn’t be wearing that Mike Jason outfit.

After they ordered, the conversation came to an awkward halt. Brooke twirled her hair in her fingers. “So, Lucas Eugene Scott, what have you been up to?”

“You know. Moved out west. Played a lot of games for the Lakers. Made some money. Drank some beer.” He left out a few things. Like, Cried. Missed you like hell. Felt alone. Went out with girls who would never measure up.

“Ah,” Brooke raised an eyebrow in mock dignity. “Sounds very interesting.”

“And you, Miss Davis? Had any wild nights on the town?”

“Of course. I thought you knew me.”

“I thought so too.” Lucas’s face was wistful and Brooke had to look away. His comment forced an uncomfortable churn in her stomach.

“So, I had my parties and my photoshoots and my apartment in the city and my beach house in East Hampton and my husband.” Brooke paused. “I don’t have the apartment in the city or the husband anymore, but I have a job and another beach house here in Cali. Nothing really happened. Oh! You’ll be glad to hear Daddy died. No more objections as to my hanging out with Dan Scott’s little bastard.”

Lucas’s blue eyes twinkled at the memories. Mr. Davis had never liked him. “That’s good.” He swallowed the lump in his throat. “Well, not good that your Dad died.” Lucas uncomfortably paused. “But good. That you had fun and and…I think I’m just gonna stop talking now.”

Brooke giggled at his awkwardness. “Relax, Broody, it’s just me.” The nickname slipped easily off her tongue and the comfort it brought surprised them both.

The giggles and words flowed for a good hour and a half as they ate their food and shared anecdotes about their godson.

Their time together felt surprisingly right and both left the restaurants with smiles on their faces and lightness in their hearts that had not been there for the last six years.

Haley smiled as she listened to the other end of the phone. Nathan sat down next to her and waited for her to finish the conversation. After she hung up, Nathan spoke.

“Was that Luke?”

Haley happily nodded. Throughout the years, even as she and Nathan grew closer and closer, Lucas had remained Haley’s best friend.

“How’d his date with Brooke go?”

“It wasn’t a date!” Haley insisted.

Nathan rolled his eyes at his wife of twelve years. “As far as Brooke’s concerned. But to Lucas? Definitely a date, Hales.”

“Whatever, Nathan. The point is that Lucas sounded happier than he has in a while. Five and a half years to be exact! Those two need to get back together.”

“You are not playing matchmaker. Those two hurt each other more than they realize and I don’t think they’re over it yet. Don’t try and rush anything for them.”

“I won’t!” Nathan cocked his head at her and Haley knew he didn’t believe her. “Remember our first date? The scavenger hunt? Brooke was the one who arranged it and since then she has helped us out more than once. I owe her.”

Brooke couldn’t sleep and she knew why. If she didn’t tell Lucas now, then she never would.

Running into her closet, she quickly put on a Burberry trench over her silk slip and slipped on some of her most comfortable kitten heels. Even if the heels were shorter than usual, they were Jimmy Choo's. Brooke would never buy anything less. Grabbing a manila folder, Brooke got into her new Lexus convertible and punched Lucas’s address into the GPS system. She had gotten in from Haley a long time ago and she was finally going to put it to good use.

Driving up to the mansion not far from her own, Brooke was impressed by its magnitude. The red brick house looked stately and was landscaped beautifully. She was dismayed to find the black iron-gate closed and got out of her car and into the pouring rain.

Brooke knew that as a hot basketball player, Lucas needed security. But going her was scary enough and the prospect of not getting in to see him and having to come back later was much scarier.

After locating the intercom, she pressed down on the button and shouted into the speaker. “Lucas! Lucas, open the gate now!”

Her voice boomed through the house and Lucas scrambled out of bed at the sound of it. He pressed the button to open the gate.

Brooke's heels clacked on the walkway and each step gave her more apprehension. She couldn't do this. Gingerly placing the folder on his doorstep, Brooke ran back to her car and sped off Lucas opened the front door in time to see Brooke’s small silver convertible speeding away.