A Beautiful Letdown: We'll find out all the reasons behind Peyton's motives soon enough, but I'll let you know, she doesn't think what she's doing is wrong. Don't worry, pretty soon you'll find out.
Christine: Exactly! Those are two good reasons to why Brooke and Lucas should move back in together! I had been planning the punch for a while, because I thought Peyton really deserved it, and the readers would get a kick out of it, lol.
Coffeegrl: Yep, go Hales! Thanks.
The Snake Charmers Black Mamba: Interesting penname, lol. Yep. She could have totally kicked Peyton's ass, but she didn't because, she felt satisfied with what she'd already done. Ah, it doesn't matter, you're naturally funny. I'm sorry about that, and expect to get an e-mail from me soon.
Duckygirl: Haha, yeah! Yep, she wants everyone to be on her side, which we all know won't be happening any time soon! Yeah, if Brooke moves back in with Luke, it'll boost their chances of winning the court case, so that's definitely a plus. Thanks!
Mony19: Hell yes! You do not diss Tutor Girl and get away with it! Peyton should have known that by now. Jeez, she's retarded, lol.
L-a-c-18: Everyone's been saying that, and I completely agree. Go Haley! Haha. I know, Brooke always called her stupid for a reason! I know everyone hates her, but I know you soften up on her when you read Movies That Will Make You Cry, lol. I know! Who insults people in their own house like that? Yep, because if she goes back home, Lucas will probably win against Peyton. Yeah, Brooke's Kaylie's mother, and Peyton can't even compare to that, so we'll have to see where that goes. Brooke and Lucas will both be in this chapter, so have no fear. Thanks for the long review! I love reading your reviews, and I just thought you should know that!
Brucasfanatic: Lol. I know, Tigger and Tutor Girl have a strange, unbreakable bond that Peyton can't mess with! Haha, Peyton is totally a crackwhore that deserves to be beaten! I told you I would use your idea, didn't I? Nikki The Second doesn't stand a chance, at least not with Luke anyway. Thanks!
HalesnLukeBFF4ever: Hell yes! Yeah, that would suck for Brooke and Lucas. Hehe, I always have blonde moments, so it's okay. Plus, you do have a say in it, because reviewers always help me figure out where I'm going to take the story next! You must be reviewed out, Amber! You leave amazing reviews on every story of mine! I have to love you! Lol.
Emma Wemma: I have received like nine 'Go Haley's, but not one was a 'Go Hales', so YEAH! Rock on! Lmao. I know, Peyton's very mean! Jeez…
Kidman5: Very juicy indeed, lol.
Mommy, Mommy
Chapter Twenty-Three: Remember Who Loves You
Lucas heard the doorbell ring, and he grumbled as he walked towards it. That door could only bring bad news, so he couldn't wait to see what he'd be getting now. Hell, he was expecting a strange looking man that would tell him he was being deported from the United States, even though that was impossible.
He swung it open, but his facial expression changed drastically as he saw the person on the other end was Brooke. He was expecting her to yell at him, talk to him, or push him aside so she could walk in. But instead, she stood on her tippy-toes, giving him a hug.
They embraced for what seemed like forever. With one hand on the back of her head, and the other on the small of her back, he inhaled her shampoo, and felt like he'd be in heaven at any second. He'd missed the scent so much, throwing a fit the night before as he'd realized the small was no longer on his pillow.
Her arms were wrapped tightly around her shoulders. She was so afraid that if she let go, she would never hold him again. "It's going to be okay." She mumbled into his shoulder, kissing it softly.
He opened the door a little wider, so she could step in a little more. He closed it as soon as she was inside, making sure they weren't being watched. Together, they walked in to the living room, taking a seat onto the comfortable couch she'd chosen a few months earlier.
"Brooke," He told her, "I don't know what to do."
She felt his pain. She really truly felt the agonizing pain and guilt that was inside his soul at that point. "Luke, everything will be fine."
He shook his head. "They always favor the mother, Brooke."
"We'll get the best lawyer." She nodded, reassuringly, trying somewhat to reassure herself as well as him.
"I can't afford to get the best lawyer! I'm barely making enough money to live so nicely like we do! I mean, lawyers cost so much money, and I just can't afford it.." He trailed off, realizing he was getting repetitive.
Brooke nodded. "But I can. Or at least I know someone that would be willing to help."
"Who?"
People she hadn't spoken to in years, and never really wanted to speak to again, after everything they'd put her through growing up. People who were stuck up and snobbish, and would absolutely die if they had a mark on their perfect reputations.
Her parents.
Lawrence and Kimberly Davis were like the many other rich and snobbish families in Tree Hill. Perfectly manicured lawns, with shiny cars in the driveway. Brooke took a look at the familiar red door, grabbing Lucas's hand as she walked towards it. She stood in front of the door, making sure to adjust Lucas's tie before she knocked quickly.
The door opened, and Brooke saw the woman that had given birth to her. Tired eyes showed that Kimberly had lived up to her greatest perfectness, and had no where else to go. Growing up, Brooke's mother had reminded her of every other mother in Tree Hill. Sandy blonde hair that always sported a headband, or a fashionable scarf, and owned endless supplies of cashmere sweaters. Mothers in Tree Hill always called their children by their real and full names. If your name was Elizabeth, but you were nicknamed Lizzie, they would still insist on calling you Elizabeth.
"Brooklyn, Darling. What brings you here?" Lucas was reminded by Brooke as he heard her mother's deep and husky voice.
"I need to speak with you and Dad." Brooke got right to the point. No hello, no I missed you, no can I come in, or any of the sort. She was coming in, whether her mother liked it or not.
And as Brooke and Lucas sat by the dinner table, awaiting Lawrence, Brooke could barely converse with her mother without saying anything sarcastic. Her words often intending to burn her mother's previous words, or to hurt her feelings.
When Lawrence finally sat at the table, greeting both Brooke and Lucas, Brooke began with her story, explaining clearly and thoroughly why she needed the money, as well as the lawyer recommendation.
Lawrence was listening, nodding every so often, and when Brooke was finished, he bit his lip thoughtfully. "Okay, so you want money? And a good lawyer."
Brooke shook her head. "No, I want money, and the best lawyer."
He nodded. "Done."
"Really?" Suddenly, a genuine smile lit up her face, and she jumped up, wanting to hug her father.
"Under one condition." She sat back down as she heard her father's words. Under a condition?
"Go on."
"You and your fiancé come visit us more often. And bring Kaylie, and any other kids that you ever have." A large grin lit up his face, and hers mirrored his, as she smothered him with kisses and hugs.
"I love you, Daddy!" She never thought those words would leave her mouth until that point in her life, as she held on to her father.
The two stumbled back into Lucas's house, laughing.
"We're going to win, Luke! My dad will totally help us win everything! She'll probably end up having to play child support!" Brooke giggled as she and Lucas went up the stairs to their room.
Once they closed the bedroom door, careful not to wake Kaylie, Lucas sighed, sitting on the bed. "So, I'm guessing you should be going back to Nate's place."
Brooke thought for a moment, before shaking her head. "I don't think I want to go."
"Oh." He was silent, looking up at her longing eyes.
"If we want to win, we should present a stronger living situation then Peyton. Two people against one. I think that kinda works out." She nodded, and he did as well, hoping that was her way of saying she was moving back in.
"Besides," She sat beside him, "I was mad at you for Peyton kissing you. Something you had no control over. And I mean, if fate has brought us all the way here from high school, that has to count for something, right?"
"Yeah, it does."
She leaned back on the bed, pulling him down on top of her. "And I love you, and you better love me. And no matter what, we'll always be together in the end. Because we're Broody and Cheery, and it just makes sense."
He grinned, leaning down and kissing her sloppily on the lips, allowing the kiss to escalate into more.
Their bodies devoured each other, wanting to remember everything they'd forgotten about each other since Peyton had last attempting to split them up.
But in the end, every one of her attempts just made them stronger. And if they could keep that up, helping themselves win the court case, then Kaylie would be theirs.
And they would be each others.