ForeverChanged
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The music pulsed loudly through the speakers, emanating throughout the house and floating out into the yard and beyond. From afar a wide array of voices could be heard; the undeniable smell of alcohol was apparent the closer that one neared the house. "Well, I'm definitely here." Brooke spoke to herself, eyes taking in the already inebriated appearances of people. Parking her car, Brooke stepped out, adjusting the mini-skirt on her hips before venturing towards the front door, gently pushing past a couple and stepping inside, immediately met with the sight of bodies grinding rhythmically together to the cadence of the music.
"Brooke!" Hearing her name being called, she turned her head slowly, eyebrow rising slightly in curiosity before her eyes took in the sight of Mouth, seemingly drinking steadily from the Budweiser in his hand. "You made it."
"Yeah, I did." She laughed lightly, shaking her head at the unnaturally relaxed expression on his face.
"Le'me get you a drink." Mouth suggested with a slight slur to his voice as he turned around, making his to the kitchen to retrieve a drink for her.
"Thanks, Mouth, but I really shouldn't—"
"Here."
Feeling the cold bottle in her hands, she exhaled slowly, finishing her prior sentence. "—drink." With a slight sigh, Brooke pursed her lips together before feeling a pair of hands on her hips. Turning her head slightly, she noted that it was the host of the party, Dave—the guy that'd asked her to come. The guy that Lucas had wanted her to avoid at all costs.
"Hey sexy…" Came a throaty laugh as Brooke brought the beer to her lips, taking several sips as he his lips brushed against the tender skin of her neck.
"Getting started a little early are we?" Not giving her an answer, he simply smirked as he took her by the hand and led her down the hallway, entering an empty room and closing the door behind them.
"Well, have you told her how you feel?" Nathan asked his older brother from where he sat on the couch, feet perched up upon the coffee table in front of him. Lucas simply laughed at his words, not saying anything in response. "Luke, if you don't talk to her she's never going to know how you feel."
"Nate, she doesn't want to know how I feel." He explained, eyes focusing on the basketball game on the television for a moment before he turned his attention back to his brother. "It's not like it isn't obvious she wants nothing to do with me."
"I don't think that's true—what, with all the time you've been spending together?" Nate asked with a slight smirk. "She's gotta feel some of that spark, man."
Lucas shook his head slowly; "she's made it clear she wants nothing to do with me. The only time she spends with me is at the café. And if I thought for a second was a chance, I'd go for it. But she's still sour over the past, and she doesn't want anything serious." Scoffing slightly, he spoke again. "And I sure as hell don't want to just be a casual piece of ass for her."
"So work on building your friendship with her." Nathan suggested as he glanced over at the clock, having told Haley he'd be home by eleven. "And being her piece of ass can't be that bad." He spoke sarcastically.
"That's the thing—she doesn't want my friendship. I'm between a rock and a hard place with her, and it's best that I just let her live her life in Tree Hill and just—leave it for now." Running his hands roughly over his face, he continued. "I broke her heart in the past, man, and she's afraid to try to commit again. I can't say that I blame her, but, I wish she'd at least make some sort of effort to let me make amends with her."
"Lucas?" Hearing the voice of his mother, he lifted his eyes to her and where she had just emerged in the doorway. Offering her a half-smile, he spoke.
"How'd the date go with Andy?"
"It was good." Karen assured him with a smile, glancing over at Nathan and smiling. It was good to see the two of them hanging out together, and finally allowing their friendship and brotherhood to grow. The resentment that they'd held for each other for so long had been hostile to say the least.
"Hey, man… I hate to do this, but I've gotta get home. I told Hales I'd be back by eleven. Gotta keep my wife happy." Nathan smirked.
"Don't go there." Lucas warned with a slight laugh, knowing where the conversation was headed.
"What, I've gotta—"
Raising his eyebrow slightly, Lucas glanced at Karen whom still stood in the doorway. "You sure you want to get into this in front of my mom?" He inquired, eyes resting on his younger brother. Nathan simply shook his head as he rose to his feet, grabbing his jacket off of the couch.
"We'll talk later, Luke, alright?" At Nate's words, Lucas simply shrugged his shoulders indifferently. If they talked about it that was fine, but no matter what was said about it, there was no changing what was going on in his relationship with Brooke. Or so he thought.
It felt as though the road was moving; the security that could normally be found driving along open road wasn't there. The centerline fading in and out of blurriness. It probably wasn't the best thing to be driving with an altered sense of judgment, but at the moment it felt like it was a necessary course of action. The flash of color the other cars were causing on the other side of the road seemed to be increasing in speed, causing the blurriness to further alter judgment. Suddenly there was a bright flash, blinding the driver of the car.
And then everything went black.
