Hey everyone. I'm really sorry about not updating for so long. It doesn't make it any better that I've had this chapter done over a week now(or even more). Again I'm so, so sorry. This chapter is a bit longer then the last so I hope you enjoy. There's also some Brucas action in this chapter (finally, right?)

Chapter six:

Haley walked into Brooke's room a few minutes after Lucas left and found Brooke sitting on her bed. She sat down beside her and started to talk.

"You really do like him don't you?"

"No, what makes you think I do?"

"The fact that he's 'tutoring' you even if you don't need it. Plus, I saw you leave his house that Saturday morning, remember?"

"I know all that but it doesn't mean that I like him."

"No but the way you always get when I mention him is a pretty solid proof to me."

"Yeah and how do I get?"

"You get all defensive and then you get that far away look on you face."

"What far away look?"

"You know, the whole dreamy-eye I'm-so-in-love-look."

"I do not," Brooke stated.

"Do too."

"Not."

"You do and stop arguing because deep down you know I'm right," Haley said, "Come on, lets get you ready for the party and then I want you to think about how you really feel about this guy. I know! Why don't you go over to him after the party?" Haley suggested unaware of Brookes normal Friday routine.

"Sure, can you just leave me alone and I'll see you at the party. Like you said, I've got some thinking to do," Brooke said in a defeated tone. Haley got up from the bed and left the room.

A few hours later Brooke was sitting alone in an empty bedroom in one of the cheerleaders' beach house. She had been thinking about her conversation with Haley ever since it took place and the more she thought about it, and the more she had to drink, th more she was starting to think that maybe Haley was right. Maybe she really did like Lucas like that, as more than a friend. No she couldn't, he was her best friend and had been as long as she could remember and then some, she couldn't be in love with him. Whoa! Where did that come from, 'in love'? When did we skip the she might 'like' her best friend and jump straight to the she was 'in love' with him? No. No, no, no. She was not falling for her best friend and that was final.

Though, as the night went on and the sober state of her mind grew smaller and smaller she found herself changing her mind on that point. When there was no trace of soberness left in her body she made a desision that would change both hers and Lucas' lives forever, she decided to visit him.

Instead of trashing something at the party she ended up stealing some of the cheerleaders clothes, she felt as if her own clothing wasn't good enough. After changing into a mini-jean-skirt and a tight baby-blue tanktop she left the party and started to walk toward her best friend's house.

As she walked up the steps to the back door of his house she thought that this was something she would never under normal circumstances do, she would either chicken out or she would not even have thought of the idea to begin with. Tonight though, she was wasted and only brushed the thoughts of uncertainness away as she opened the door to his room. She stepped inside and turned toward the bed where she knew she'd find him. He lay on his back, reading one of his many books.

He greeted her without looking up from the page he was reading, "Hey Brooke." It was only when she did not respond that he turned to look at her. What he saw almost made his jaw drop down on the floor. Brooke was wearing a skirt, she was wearing a mini-skirt which was something he'd never thought he'd see on her.

Brooke took his loss for words as a compliment and in her drunken state as a sign of his feelings toward her. She quickly moved forward and climbed onto the bed with him. She took his book from him and placed it on the nightstand before turning her attention back to her best friend.

Before Lucas could react or protest Brooke had pulled his shirt over his head and his shirt was soon followed by her tanktop and then her bra. She straddled him and bent down to kiss him, this brought him back to reality. He flipped them over and locked her arms above her head, "Brooke! What the hell are you doing?"

She was taken aback by his words, what did it look like she was doing? "What does it look like?"

"It looks like you're drunk. Why did you practically jump on me just now? And what's with the skirt?"

"I thought you'd like it," she said with a small voice, "You like Haley and she wears mini-skirts all the time. I just thought that if I wore a mini-skirt you might like me the way you like Haley," she stopped as if she had just realised something, "Oh, I totally forgot. You like Haley," she broke away from beneth him and crawled off the bed, making as much space between them as possible. She covered her chest with her arms suddenly feeling self-consious, a feeling she was not used to. She had completely forgot the fact that Lucas had a crush on Haley, she had been so excited about showing him her feelings that she had forgot. She silently cursed herself as she stood in a far corner of her best friend's room, looking down at the floor.

Lucas sat dumbfounded. Brooke liked him, she liked liked him as in more than friends like. He was confused, where had this come from. She had never mentioned having a crush on him or anything and then she turns up in his room, throwing herself at him. He rose from the bed when he realized she must be feeling really stupid and walked over to her. "Brooke?" he asked softly as he placed a hand under her chin and forced her to look at him. When he saw the tears forming in her brown eyes he spoke again softly, "Don't cry sweetie, come here," he said and pulled her close to his chest. As he tried to comfort his heartbroken friend he realized that he might never be able to have her as a best friend again. She might pull away after being rejected and feel awkward around him. He hoped that that would never happen but he knew that it probably would.

She let her body relax against his as she cried, this night had made her realise her true feelings toward the man hugging her and they were not feelings of friendship. She was in love with her best friend and he had turned her down. She was experiencing her first broken heart and she felt the pain of losing a true love. Even in her drunken mind she could feel the pain burn like flames in her chest. Her heart was being ripped into pieces as she hugged her friend close to her own body and cried. She had no idea how long they stood like that but a while later she heard Lucas' voice, "Hey please don't cry B. Come here lets go to sleep." He pulled her toward the bed and lay her down. He then bent down and picked up the shirt she had pulled off him and gave it to her, "Take this to sleep in, it's more comfortable than your clothes." She pulled it on and crawled under the covers, she suddenly felt exhausted. She really needed some sleep so she turned away from her friend and fell asleep.

Some hours later Lucas woke up when his mother touched his shoulder. He turned toward her and realised that Brooke was sleeping in his arms, he carefully crawled out from beneth her so he wouldn't wake her up and followed his mother. They sat down in the kitchen and Karen handed Lucas a cup of coffee which he gladly accepted.

Karen watched her son sip his coffee, she noticed that there was something bothering him ut was not sure if she should ask him or not. She decided to ask just in case he needed any help.

"Lucas? Is there something wrong?" she spoke softly.

"No. Well, yeah. Brooke was really wasted last night mom."

"Isn't she always wasted on Friday nights?" Karen asked.

"Yeah, but this was different. She has never been so wasted before, she was acting all weird."

"Different how?" Karen pushed.

"She...no, never mind," Lucas mumbled as he tried to brush the conversation off.

"What Lucas? She what? Tell me."

"It's nothing mom."

"Lucas Scott. I demand you to tell me what's bothering you right now. I want to help you but I can't do that unless you talk to me."

Lucas hesitated but told his mother what had happened the night before, he left out some details but gave her a pretty good picture of what had taken place in her son's room a few hours earlier.

"Well, if your looking for advice the only thing I can say is; People tend to speak their true feelings when alcohol is involved."

"What are you getting at? Brooke likes me?"

"I can't say I'm surprised, we have always seen this comming, your father and I," Karen said excitedly.

"Whatever mom," Lucas mumbled before leaving to go to the rivercourt. Just after Lucas left Karen could hear Brooke moaning in pain in Lucas' room so she went to give the girl some painkillers before walking over to the café, it was time to open.

When Lucas arrived at the rivercourt both Skills and Mouth, the only ones there, could notice that something was bothering Lucas. He was really broody, more broody than usual. Skills finally asked Lucas what was up and then they both had to talk him into telling them what he was brooding about. After telling them both what had happened the night before and filling Mouth in on his friendship with Brooke Lucas sat down on the pic-nic-table. He had been brooding all night and most of the morning, he did not know what he would say to Brooke when he met her and how she would feel. He didn't even know how he felt anymore, did his feelings for Brooke go beyond friendship or was it just plain confusion, blurring his mind? He didn't know and even after brooding so much he still could not figure it out. He felt as if he was caught in the middle of a mist and he could not find his way out but was instead walking in circles, seeing the same things over and over without realising it.

After playing some one on one b-ball with Skills as Mouth commented as usual they walked over to Lucas' house together. They entered and sat down in the living room playing ps2 while Skills and Mouth tried to give Lucas advice concerning the Brooke situation. They were in the middle of a conversation about if Lucas loved Brooke s a friend or as a possible girlfriend when a female voice interrupted them.

"I didn't wear this last night, did I?" Brooke asked holding the mini-skirt and the tanktop up. Lucas spun around and found that she was wearing a pair of his sweatpant and the T-shirt she'd worn to sleep. He could not help but remember how she had looked in the outfit she was holding, she had looked so... girly. He had never really thought of her as a girl before, she was just his best friend. Seeing her in a short skirt and a tight top had made it very obvious that she was a girl, a very hot girl. He was never going to be able to see her as 'just his best friend' anymore, he would always know that she was, in fact, a girl.

"Actually you did," he responded.

"Oh my god! This is so embarrasing, do you know if anyone saw me that, um, exposed?" she asked with a horrofied look on her face. Lucas was a little surprised at the way she acted, she didn't seem to remember what had happened the night before.

"Y-you don't remember last night?" he asked.

"What! No, not really. Please don't tell me I made a fool out of myself with some guy or anything?"

"Um, I, you..." Lucas stuttered, taken aback by the fact that she didn't remember. She had been so upset that he had not even realised how drunk she really was. He had known she was more drunk than usual but he hadn't expected that she'd have some short-term-memoryloss. Should he tell her what really happened or should he make both of their lives simpler by keeping his mouth shut for the rest of their lives. He desided to tell her, but not yet. He'd wait for a good moment.

"Oh god no, I did didn't I?" Brooke asked in horror and turned to leave the room, she ran into Lucas' room and slammed the door behind her.

"She doesn't remember?" Mouth asked.

"Obviously she doesn't," Lucas said and continued, "I was prepared for everything but that, I had never even thought about the fact that she might not remember. The combination of beeing totally wasted and extremely upset must have made her forget the whole evening."

"So? Go after her and tell her what happened man," Skills pushed.

"No, I should give her some time to calm down. I'll tell her in a few days."

But the 'few days' soon turned into a few weeks that turned into a few months and while Lucas was trying to work up the nerve to tell her, she was trying just as hard to remember herself.

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Love/ Malin