It had been a few days since Lucas had taken Brooke to his Rivercourt. He actually hadn't seen her since that day, a fact which was starting to get to him. It was as if she had disappeared. After asking Peyton about Brooke's whereabouts, and getting no response, Lucas decided to go to her house. So there he was. Sitting in his beat up truck outside of the Davis mansion. He figured that one could fit about 5 of his houses into hers. Getting together the remains of his courage, Lucas climbed out of his truck and scrambled over to the front door. No answer. Maybe the doorbell was broken? No, definitely not. People this rich would fix a broken doorbell.
'I guess she isn't home' he thought. He started to make his way back to his truck when he looked up, and saw her looking down on him from a window. He stopped, and waved. Just then, she ran away. This didn't make any sense. They had such a great connection, and now she ran away. Lucas didn't believe it. Literally. He walked around the house, to see if there was an open door. Sure enough, he was able to slip in through the kitchen door.
"Brooke?" He called. No answer. "Brooke, I know you're here!" He climbed the stairs to try and find her bedroom. This proved to be a fairly simple task. He just had to follow the sound of her sobs. He found the right door and poked his head in. "Brooke, are you all right?" He opened the door fully to see Brooke with a purple bruise blessing her cheek, accompanied by a cut lip.
"Lucas what are you doing here?"
"I came to see if you were okay. You weren't in school, so I figured something might be wrong. It looks like there is. How did you get that" He carefully grazed her purple skin with his hand.
"It's just-" She finally looked into his eyes and stopped. She couldn't tell him the truth. He showed too much interest. It would just lead to more problems. "I just fell." She broke his gaze, avoiding his questioning stare. She knew he didn't believe her, but it didn't matter.
"Fine, you don't have to tell me. But will you let me help you?" He ran his thumb over the cut on her lip, and she winced in pain. "Maybe some comfort food?" He offered with a smile.
Brooke pretended to ponder on her decision. "Absolutely!" she answered. "But, do I have to go out like this?" Her smile turned into a pout before she burst out laughing.
"I'll bring back some food from my mom's café." He laughed at her girly clap and giggle, and then walked out of the room feeling on top of the world. This girl was definitely going to cause him some trouble.