Brooke got off of the train, automatically trying to hail a taxie. With what felt like a million bags in her hands, it proved to be a bit difficult. "Damnit!" She mumbled, trying to keep all of her bags in her hands.
The taxi stopped, and popped the trunk, without getting out of the car. Brooke rolled her eyes. "Gee, thanks." She stated, loud enough for the asshole to hear.
Letting out a huff, Brooke plopped herself down in the backseat. Telling him the address, she stared out the window. This was
it. Brooke Davis was no longer going to be afraid of love. This time, she was going to embrace it. So what if it ended in failure?
It's better to have loved and lost, then to have never loved at all, right?
Once the cab stopped, Brooke grumbled out a thank you. She really wasn't in the giving mood. Here she was, in front of Chris's New York City hotel...again. She handed the driver a fifty dollar bill, insisting that he keep the change. Who knows? Maybe he's in a bad mood because his wife has cancer. Ya never know.
Grabbing all of her bags, she walked into the elevator. She remembered the almost elevator sex, which brought a wide smile to her face. God, she was so in love with him.
Once Brooke reached his hotel room, she used her key card to unlock the door. "Surprise!" She yelled, but quickly snapped out of her chipper mood.
Chris was sitting in a chair in the corner of the room, looking out of the window. "What are you doing?" Brooke asked, scared.
What had happened? Did someone die? All of these questions were racing through her mind as she sat down next to him.
Chris let out a dry laugh. "So, um, Peyton called." He said, still not looking Brooke in the eyes.
Brooke's eyes immediately widened in shock. Shit. Tears filled them, now knowing why Chris was so upset.
She tried to think of something to say, but nothing would come out. "I'm...I..." She stammered, unsure of what exactly he wanted to hear.
Chris cut her off, anyway. "She said that she went to the cafe' and saw you and Lucas kissing. She wanted to know the details of how you got back together in New York." He shot out, bitterly.
Brooke swallowed the growing lump in her throat. "What'd you say?" She asked, afraid to know the answer.
Chris, still not looking at her, spoke. "I told her that you met some sorry asshole, who fell for you. He made you realize how much you and Lukie were meant to be." With that, Chris stood up, ready to leave the room.
Brooke grabbed his arm, tears cascading down her cheeks. "It wasn't.. I.. NO!" Was all she was able to get out.
Chris turned around, and Brooke was shocked to find tears in his eyes as well. "Brooke, DON'T."
Brooke held a firm grip on his arm, not letting go. "But you got it all wrong!" She said, making him look her in the eye. "You see, being with Lucas made me realize that you and ME were meant to be." Brooke said, desperately. She wanted..no..needed, more than anything for him to understand her situation.
"It's not like.. I needed to choose between you." Brooke sighed, running a hand through her long, chocolate brown hair. "Cuz'
it's been you from the start." She admitted, a faint smile on her face. "It was you when we made out in the elevator, it was
you when we played monopoly on your bed, it was you when we made love.. yes.. love.. not sex..." She said, seriously. "It was
you when you brought me out on stage." She sighed. "And it's you now."
Chris swallowed, before looking her in the eye. "How do I know you're telling the truth?" He asked, his raspy voice more so than usual.
Brooke smiled. "Cuz' you feel it in your heart." She said, touching his heart. "Just like I know in mine that you're gonna forgive me." Brooke added, cockily.
Chris smiled a bit, making the mood much lighter. "Oh, really?" He asked, leaning towards her.
Brooke nodded her head, cupping his face into her tiny hands. "Really." She said, biting her bottom lip.
Chris's smile turned into a wide grin, as he leaned in and captured her lips with his. The kiss was perfect. Passionate, yet gentle.
As a little girl, Brooke Davis never believed in fairy tales. She thought that Cinderella was a liar, and Sleeping Beauty didn't exist. Now, if you ask her, she'll tell you that not only she believes in them, but she lived through one.
This was her story. She searched for sixteen years, trying to find her true love. She realized that love is sacrafice, that it hurts like hell, and that SOMETIMES, opposites DON'T attract. SOMETIMES, your other half, is YOU..In pants.
THE END
AUTHORS NOTE: I know.. i suck. i hope no one forgot about this fic.