Hey Hey Hey! Remember me? Lolz. Sorry I havn't up dated in sooooo long! But school's being a total bitch! 4 essays, 3 tests, an ISU, 2 projects, a football try out and a soccer tryout all in one! It was horrible! But don't worry! This chappi is EXTRA EXTRA EXTRA LONG! So it counts as three chapters:D so it's all good! The reason why I made this chapter so long is because it is CRUCIAL to the story! nods head yep! Yep! VERY important! It sets off a lot of drama to come! So please please PLEASE review! I hope you enjoy it:D This doesn't have much Nookie I am sorry to say but I wanted to get this stuff out of the way. :D R&R! the '' are thoughts.
Surprises behind closed doors
"OUCH!"
Brooke awoke with a start to the sound of someone screaming. She shot up to see two strange men carrying her desk out of her room. They were standing half way through the door looking down at something, oblivious to the awoken Brooke.
"You stupid piece o' shit!"
"Stop talking to the desk Ron. It's not its fault you banged your toe."
"Shut up! The damn thing jammed my foot with the door!" the guy who was crouching yelled as he tended to his swollen foot.
The other man sighed. "You've been in this job too long." He mumbled.
Brooke watched the exchange between the two as if they were speaking a foreign language. She tried hard to concentrate through the haziness from just waking up. Finally, getting too irritated with her confusion, she decided to get some answers. "Who the hell are you?"
The two men shot up and looked at her as if they had just noticed her presence. "Sorry Ma'am. Didn' mean te' wake ye." Slowly coming out of her daze, she noticed that the man with the injured toe had a huge accent. 'Sounds Texan.' She thought.
"I knew we should have waited. What were her parents thinking letting us do this when she's sleeping?" the other man shook his head in disappointment.
The mention of her parents caused her to fully awake. With her sense of awareness in check, she noticed that all the furniture in her room was missing leaving it practically bare and empty. "WHAT THE HELL!" she screamed and jumped out of her bed. "Who the hell are you people! What the hell are you doing with my stuff?" she screamed enraged.
The two men raised their hands in defense as they backed away, both too stunned to say anything.
"OMG! I know who you are!" she pointed an accusing finger in their direction. "You're one of those wannabe bandits I heard about on T.V. aren't you?" she shook her head frantically, already convinced of her accusation. "Ohhh no! If you think you could raid a Davis house and get away with it you've got another thing coming!" Without warning, she grabbed her alarm clock and through it at one of the men, followed by a series of solids she found on her last shelf. "Get out!" She threw a picture frame at the injured worker. "You stupid bastards, GET OUT! GET OUT!GET OUT!" She kept throwing little items blindly at the two men as they tried to calm her down.
"Miss—"The man with the Texas accent ducked to avoid being hit by one of her text books. "—Please!" he pleaded with her as he ducked again, this time to avoid being hit by a pair of slippers. "Calm down!"
"WHAT'S GOING ON HERE?" came a cold voice from the hallway.
Brooke stopped dead as she heard the voice. She was extremely confused now. "Mom?"
Mrs. Davis came striding into the room looking irritated beyond belief. "Brooke, what the hell are you doing?" she demanded taking a look at the state of the room.
"I thought….." but she was too shocked to finish her sentence. At first she had thought that her parent's weren't home and that's how they were being robbed. But if they were home, it wouldn't make any sense. Unless…Brooke's eyes widened in realization and she immediately popped out of her daze. "I could ask you the same question!" she snapped.
"Don't take that tone with me!" her mother said sternly and Brooke forced herself to calm down.
"What the heck is going on? Where is all my stuff?"
Mrs. James rolled her eyes in frustration. "Where do you think? We're selling everything last minute before we move." She said simply.
"YOU'RE WHAT!" Brooke yelled outraged. "But that's my stuff! I never said you could—"
"Oh quit you're whining! Knowing your damn father we'll probably end up buying you new things anyways. I don't get why you're so upset. Half of this stuff was old junk anyways."
"Dammit mother! You can't just barge in here and change my whole life like this! How do you even know if I'm moving with you or not!" she snapped. Marry Davis was never one to show respect for other people's property. And if there was one thing that characterized Brooke, it's that she was extremely territorial.
Marry pressed her lips together tightly before speaking in a fake, sweet-forced voice. "Of course you are moving with us dear. Where else would you go?" she shot Brooke a warning glare before turning a forced smile to the observing workers. She laughed lightly trying to make a joke of the situation. "Teenagers! Where they get all this energy to be so dramatic, I will never know!" she shook her head and smiled as the two uncomfortable men seemed to accept her explanation and went back to moving the desk out.
Brooke sighed in defeat as she fell back and sank into her bed. One of the workers
re-entered the room and headed for her small nightstand. She immediately shot up on instinct and glared at him. "Don't you dare!" The man recoiled under her death glare and backed out quickly. Brooke let out a soft sob as she plopped back to bed.
Today is gonna be the day
That they're gonna throw it back to you
By now you should've somehow
Realised what you gotta do
I don't believe that anybody
Feels the way I do about you now
Backbeat the word is on the street
That the fire in your heart is out
I'm sure you've heard it all before
But you never really had a doubt
I don't believe that anybody feels
The way I do about you now
And all the roads we have to walk are winding
And all the lights that lead us there are blinding
There are many things that I would
Like to say to you
But I don't know how
Because maybe
You're gonna be the one that saves me?
And after all
You're my wonde--SMACK-
Peyton groaned as she rolled over and hit the snooze button on her alarm clock. Rolling back to her spot, she went to snuggle up to the person on the other side of the bed. She jerked up when she found no one there. She looked around frantically, still drowsy from sleep.
"Jake?" when no answer came, she got up off the bed and dashed out of the room. She had had a nightmare that had kept her awake for over half the night. The hairs on the back of her neck rose as she rushed down the stairs.
DREAM
A little girl is walking down a worn out hallway. Dust and cobwebs are everywhere giving it the feeling of it being inhabited for years.
"Mommy?" the little girl cries as she walks around the abandoned house. She turns a corner only to arrive to a dead end. On the wall there's a picture of the little girl wearing a wide smile with a man and a woman on either side. The man was tall and had smooth black hair combed back neatly. The woman was like a replica of the little girl. With the same flock of curly blond hair and the same piercing green eyes (they are green right?). The little girl cautiously walks towards the picture. Suddenly, the wall begins to shake and the picture falls with a defining crash. A close up of the frame shows the cracked glass with the picture of the girl and her dad looking grim. But one thing was different. The blonde woman wasn't there. Long, slim fingers reach down and pick up the broken photograph. A teenage Peyton looks sadly at it as she runs her fingers down the area where the woman once stood. A stray tear falls down her cheek onto the broken picture. Suddenly, it changes to one of her, Jake and Jenny. They were all standing smiling with Jake placing a protective arm around Peyton who was holding Jenny. Peyton's smile turns to a shocked gasp as she suddenly drops the picture. Slowly but surely, Jake and Jenny fade away leaving Peyton standing alone once again.
END DREAM
Peyton runs down the stairs towards the kitchen.
"Jake!" she called out again anxiously.
"In here!"
Peyton let out a relieved breath as she entered the kitchen to see Jake feeding Jenny. "Hey. How long have you been up?"
"About 20 minutes." He smiled at her before turning back to feeding Jenny. The baby girl turned away as her dad tried to feed her mashed peas. Peyton laughed lightly.
"Here. I'll take her."
Jake let her take his spot as he went to make breakfast for them. "So…what'll it be? Bacon and eggs or French toast?"
"I think I'll just have some cereal thanks….oopsy." she cooed as Jenny flapped the spoon full of food away causing the peas to scatter all over her.
"French toast it is." Peyton glared at Jake who winked back before turning around to cook. She just chuckled and shook her head. Her eyes softened as she watched the scene around her. They weren't going anywhere.
8
Lucas walks down the street lost in his own thoughts. He hadn't been able to get much sleep since the end of school the other day, the image of them going into the car and driving away still fresh in his mind. He cursed under his breath in frustration. A few weeks ago they were practically mortal enemies and now they're the best of friends? Plus, the fact that Lucas knew that Nathan was out to get revenge on Haley for leaving didn't help either. He was pulled out of his thoughts when someone jumped on his back.
"BROODY!" he whipped around and saw a giggling Brooke clinging on to his back.
"Cheery wh—" he struggled to regain his balance. "What are you doing?" he laughed.
"Well, I was out all day looking for a new apartment and now my feet are killing me and I forgot where I parked my car. So you can imagine how happy I was when a certain blond walked by." She babbled, flashing her million dollar dimples.
"I can imagine…" he smirked. "So….how was your home hunting?"
"Annoying, irritating, tiring…pointless. I swear I don't get why people have to be so damn hard about it! Like, what the hell does my health insurance have to do with anything? I need a place to stay, you need the money. Just leave it at that!" she said flinging up her arms in irritation. Unfortunately, she had forgotten her place on Lucas' back and fell backwards bringing Lucas down with her. "OWWW!" she screamed as she tended to her bruised back.
Lucas looked up at her frantically. "Brooke! Are you ok?"
"I will be once you get off of me!" she snapped.
Lucas immediately stopped. With all the confusion he hadn't realized the awkward position they were in. Brooke was lying on the ground hands still clinging to the seam of his shirt while he was on top of her with a hand supporting his weight up and one on her back. He stared down at her as he remembered a similarly embarrassing instance back when they were dating.
Brooke walks in through her back door, pulling a disheveled looking Lucas along with her.
"OMG! Broody I didn't know you had it in you!" Brooke said giggling.
"I didn't know I had it in me either." He was still bewildered at what he had done.
Flashback
"Name?" the waiter asked dully.
"Donavan McFarley." Brooke said sweetly, standing in front of a nervous looking Lucas. The two were out on a date when they got bored and Brooke of course had to come up with this brilliant idea of interrupting a fancy restaurant.
The waiter took a moment to look for the name before he turned to the pair and studied them skeptically.
"Umm…is that what you choose to wear, sir?" he asked as he narrowed his eyes in disgust over Lucas' attire. Lucas, who still refused to look the waiter in the eyes, was wearing a pair of tattered blue jeans under a red shirt. Brooke was wearing her usual 'over the top' casual wear which consisted of a pair of extremely low cut hip huggers matched perfectly with a green tank top, topped off with her favorite jean jacket.
"Sir?" he asked again when Luke didn't answer.
"Forgive my friend here. I decided to make this a surprise for him and forgot to tell him to dress formally." Brooke said, smiling sheepishly.
The waiter suppressed an urge to roll his eyes and sighed. "Very well. Wait one moment please." The waiter turned and disappeared in the back.
Brooke whipped around to Lucas. "Broody! You're killing me here!" she whined.
"I'm killing you? Brooke this is crazy!" he whispered frantically.
"Oh common Lucas! Lighten up! You know I love your serious broodiness sometimes but would you live a little?"
"Hey! I live!" he shot offensively.
"Sure you do….." she cast a longing look at the restaurant. "Well if you really don't wanna do it…" she started walking towards the door, pouting.
One look at her devastated face and he knew she had him. Closing his eyes and quickly reaching a decision, he pulled her back. "Wait! Wait, wait wait wait wait…." He took a deep breath. "Fine. We'll do it. But—" Brooke screeched and he chuckled. "—But. I'm NOT singing!"
Brooke's face fell. "What! Bu—"
"No Brooke!"
"Lucas…." She whined.
"Bro—"
"Excuse me sir?" the two turned and saw that the waiter had come back carrying a checkered bundle in his arm.
"What is THAT!" Lucas asked disgusted.
"It's your tux, sir."
Lucas' eyes widened as he stared at the yellow, green and orange checkered tux. He shook his head frantically while Brooke tried to stifle a giggle. "NO WAY AM I WEARING THAT!"
"No one enters without a tux, sir." The waiter stated impatiently.
The couple's eyes widened and Brooke cast Lucas a pleading look. Lucas still shook his head.
"Brooke…NO!"
"Lucas please! You're already not gonna sing!" she whined. "Please? Please Lucas? Please, please, please, please, pleeeesssee!" Lucas sighed and looked a the tux, then back at Brooke's pouting face. He sighed. "Give me the tux." Brooke's eyes lit up and she smiled widely, clapping her hands in excitement.
After Lucas put on the tux, the waiter showed them to their table and left.
A giddy Brooke plopped down on her seat with a goofy smile on her face. "Isn't this great?" she giggled.
"Brooke…you're such a child!" he laughed.
"Oh! You know you like it!"
"That I can't deny." She smiled and bent in for a kiss.
"Hem…Excuse me, miss?"
Brooke looked up to see a young looking waiter waiting patiently at their table. "Would you please give me some sort of identification so we could officially mark you present?"
"Umm…why?"
"It's standard procedure."
Lucas sighed. They were caught. He was about to get up when he heard Brooke talk. "Hang on a minute" She looked into her purse and fished for something. "Oh No!" she looked up worriedly at Lucas. "Honey, have you seen my card?"
Lucas looked at her like she was crazy but decided to play along. "Uhh..no?"
Brooke looked worried and went back into her purse. "Is there a problem, Miss?"
"I—I can't find it…"
"Well I'm sorry Ma'am but you can't stay he—" he was cut off by the sound of soft sobbing. Looking down, he saw that Brooke was tearing up.
Lucas noticed this too and got worried. "Cheery? Cheery what's wrong?"
"I'm sorry." She whispered.
"For what?"
"Is there something I can do?" the waiter asked worriedly.
Brooke shook her head. "No. It's just that, I tried to do something special for our 5 month anniversary and look how horrible it turned out!" Lucas looked at her, confused. '5 months? But we've only been going out for—ohhhh…' he thought as it finally dawned on him.
"I mean, first they almost didn't let us in because I forgot to tell you to dress up—" she started again. "And now they're gonna get us kicked out because of my stupidity! I'm such a horrible girlfriend!" she wailed.
The waiter's heart sank. "Oh. No. No. I never said we were gonna kick you out!" he said reassuringly. Brooke sniffled. "I was just following procedure, that's all. Now that that's over with, what would you like to order?" Brooke flashed him her dazzling smile as she ordered for both of them. After she was finished, she turned to Lucas to see him staring at her.
"What?"
"You're horrible you know that?"
"Common Luke! Did you really wanna get kicked out after all we went through to get in here?"
"Oh NO! We wouldn't want that!" he said sarcastically. "And what were you thinking ordering all that food! Can you even afford all that?"
"Probably. But I won't have to. Dear old Donavan McFarley will. He was one of my daddy's partners. He's actually supposed to be here tonight."
"Brooke! That's stealing!"
"Actually Mr. goody-goody, it isn't. See, this guy had a deal with my dad a while back that didn't go so well. He backed out of it leaving my dad to take all the blame. Cost my daddy thousands. So I'm simply taking some of it back." She stated simply.
"You scare the shit out of me sometime, you know that?" she rolled her eyes.
"Well, that's why I got you so whipped!"
"HEY!" she giggled.
A few minutes later, the food arrived and the two dug in. While they were eating, a man in a tux came on stage and started a stand up comedy. The two tried watching him but got bored quickly because they never got any of his jokes.
"And now ladies and gentlemen, I'd like to call up one of the most respected men in the financial business. Owning one of the best hotel chains in the country, everybody, please welcome, Mr. Donavan McFarley" Lucas and Brooke chocked on their food as the restaurant erupted in applause.
"Shit! Shit, shit, shit, shit! Brooke what do we do?"
"Ummm….." But Brooke was too shocked to answer. "I don't know…maybe if you don't go up they'll think we left." Suddenly, a light shone on their table, attracting everyone to them. "Or not…."
"Mr. McFarley?" the host asked.
"Brooke!"
"I don't know…just…..go up there!"
"WHAT?"
"Well we can't just sit here! Just…go up! Say thank you or something! Hurry!"
She pushed Lucas up and he started walking towards the stage. When he stood in front of the crowed, he gulped hard. "Umm…well….I don't know what to say. Umm….thank you. I've been in this business for a while now. My father passed it on to me when I was younger—"
"He's not Donavan McFarley!" there was a gasp in the audience as the receptionist walked up.
"What are you talking about?" the host asked.
"I'm Mr. McFarley!" a deep voice echoed as an overweight, bald man came striding down the restaurant. Brooke took one look at him and gasped.
"Shit! Lucas run!" she yelled as she ran passed him, pulling him along by his arm. They were chased into the kitchen where they had to move around many busy chefs. When they got out, Lucas' tux got stuck in an unscrewed nail. He twisted and got it off, before continuing to run. They kept going before turning into an old alley way. Brooke pushed Lucas against a hidden opening and pressed her body against his for cover. "Shhh….." she whispered.
After a few moments in complete silence, they heard people getting closer.
"Where'd they go?" a harsh voice asked.
"I'm not sure…I could've sworn they came this way." A man with a softer voice explained. There was a frustrated sigh and then a loud mumbling that sounded a lot like 'Damn teens'. "Forget it. Let's get back."
"After a few minutes, Brooke chanced a glance to see if they were still there. When she found the coast clear, she got out and burst out laughing. Lucas, who was still shocked at the events, just stared at her.
End Flashback
"I can't believe you got me to do that!"
"Oh please! Those rich snobs all had it coming!" she said, laughing harder and tugging on his shirt pulling him with her as she fell back on the bed.
"You will be the death of me, you know that?" he said as he went down to kiss her.
"Only when I choose to be." She smiled suggestively.
"Oh really?" he chuckled as he went down for another kiss, this time holding it longer. The kiss deepened as they got caught up in each other's rhythm. Lucas finally broke the kiss and moved down to her neck. Brooke giggled and moaned with pleasure as he massaged it with kisses.
"Lucas…"
"Lucas…."
"Lucas…."
"Lucas?"
"LUCAS!"
"Huh? Lucas was jerked out of his day dream by the shrilling sound of Brooke's scream.
"I SAID GET OFF ME!"
Lucas' eyes widened in embarrassment. He looked up frantically to see a crowd had formed around the two. Cursing slightly, he immediately got off and helped her up.
"Sorry. I didn't get much sleep last night." He mumbled.
Brooke rolled her eyes. "Yeah I bet! Geeze! You're brooding worse than when we first went out!"
"Hey! You're the one who pulled me down with you!" he said defensively.
"Hate to break it to you handsome, but it wasn't intentional." She teased playfully. Lucas just rolled his eyes at her.
"You ok?" he asked when they resumed walking.
"You mean besides the fact that I was literally crushed by your full weight?" he rolled his eyes again earning one of her cute giggles. "Yeah, I'm fine."
"Good. Now, about looking for your apartment. Did you find one that you liked?"
"NO!" she practically yelled. "They were all too expensive! Even though they were all half the size of our attic! And the ones that I could afford were either way too dusty, old, moldy, smelly, or were beside 30 year old whales sitting on their asses and yelling at the T.V. constantly! I can't live under those conditions!" she spat out irritated. Great, so now she was broke, didn't have any furniture and she was homeless.
"Brooke…you can't just expect everything to be perfect right away! You have to start off from the beginning. You won't get anywhere being so picky."
"I AM NOT PICKY! I just know quality that's all. And besides I did find a good place. It was sanitary, cozy, and well priced."
"And why didn't you take it?"
Brooke mumbled something but it was too quiet for Lucas to catch.
"Huh?"
"I uhh….I sorta knocked out the landlord…." She said sheepishly.
"YOU WHAT?" he yelled before he burst out laughing. "H-How?"
"I sorta dropped kicked him. But that stupid bastard deserved it!" she seethed.
"Lemme guess. He hit on you?"
"NO! He-he….he groped me!"
Lucas' eyes widened. "HE WHAT?"
Brooke looked away embarrassed. 'God, I hate men!'
"Brooke…I'm sorry." He knew that although she kept a strong façade, she couldn't stand it when guys touched her as if she was some low down whore looking around for free pleasure. He brought her closer to him and put his arms around her, letting her rest against his chest.
"It's ok…" she said quietly. "You know, it's not really there fault. I AM too hot to handle." She smirked up at him and he chuckled.
"So what are you going to do? Move back in with Peyton?"
Brooke's brows furrowed. "I guess…or I could take Nate's offer and move in with him."
It took a while before what she had said registered to Luke. "Yeah—wait, WHAT?"
Brooke jumped back in surprise to his reaction. "Don't worry about it! Just until Haley comes back. By then I probably will have found a place to crash."
"Wait a minute…Can't you borrow the money from someone? What about Felix?"
Brooke looked down. "Umm…Felix doesn't know."
"What?"
"Well, no offence Broody but I wouldn't have told you either if I wasn't so upset." Lucas looked at her for a moment. He knew that Brooke was good at hiding her true feelings from people. He just never realized she could do it so well. It just made him wonder how much more he didn't know about her.
"Well, I suggest you tell him. Because he is rich….and your boyfriend." He didn't get it. Why was he defending FELIX?
Brooke glared at him. "Chee…I never realized how close you two have gotten. Are you saying that I should trust him?"
"Are you saying that you don't?"
"I don't trust anybody Lucas." She stated matter of factly. "Not entirely anyway."
Lucas sighed. "Just…do it for you then? Please?"
Brooke looked at him suspiciously. Why was he trying so hard? She decided to let it go for another time. Her legs were killing her and it was getting dark. "Ok fine. Look, I'll talk to him. Who knows? Maybe I'll end up crashing at his place instead."
Lucas shut his eyes trying to get the image of Felix having full access to Brooke 24/7 out of his mind. He sighed. He had walked right into that one.
88
"Jake! I got take out!" Peyton yelled as she walked in through the front door. She was surprised to enter a dimly lit, quiet house. She walked in further to see a figure slouched over on the couch.
"Jake?" she asked lightly.
A worry stricken Jake looked up from his spot on the couch. "Peyton….hi" his voice was hoarse and he spoke in a quiet whisper.
Peyton, now worried ran over to his side. "Jake what's wrong?" she glanced around the dark room anxiously. "Where's Jenny?"
Jake looked up at her with devastated eyes and for the first time Peyton realized that they were red from crying.
"Sh—she took her…I—"
Peyton's eyes widened as she shook her head in disbelief. Jake didn't need to tell her who he was talking about. There was only one bitch who was after his daughter. Nikki. "N-No! She couldn't! They wouldn't let her do that. H-How?"
"She filed an appeal a few month's ago and they let her take Jenny on account of kidnapping." He laughed bitterly. "Morons! How could I kidnap her when I've had her all along!"
"Wait…this doesn't make any sense! She can't just take her! God dammit doesn't her abandoning her at birth count for ANYTHING?"
"Shhh….Peyton come here." He pulled the now hysterical Peyton down to the couch and held her tight.
"Jake…" she chocked out through sobs. "What are we gonna do?"
"Jake closed his eyes and tightened his hold on her. He only wished he knew.
"KNOCK KNOCK
Nathan looked up from his game when he heard rapped knocking on the door. Sighing, he got up and walked over to it.
Knock Knock Knock!
"Alright! Alright! I'm coming. Friggen bastards." He mumbled under his breath. "Luke?"
Lucas walked passed him without even a second glance as he made his way into the kitchen.
"Well gee. Hey Nate. How are you doing? Oh I'm fine Luke. Thanks For asking. Please. Why don't you come in?" Nathan retorted sarcastically as he closed the door. He turned around to face a very pissed off Lucas.
"What's up man?"
"What do you think?"
"Uhh…Dan finally kick you out?" Lucas glared at him. "Guess not…."
"What's going on with you and Brooke?"
Nathan scoffed. "WHAT!"
"Don't play dumb with me Nathan! I saw you drive away together last night. What's going on between you two!"
"Wowe! Luke! Calm your damn nerves dude." He raised his hands in defense. "Nothing's going on with us."
"Bullshit Nathan! She told me you asked her to move in with you! First you guys hated each other and out of nowhere you're asking her to move in!" Lucas' voice got louder with every word. He wasn't only upset about the idea of them being together, he was also pissed that they would do that to Haley.
"First of all." He started in a stern voice. "I never hated her. Second, I didn't ask her to move in with me. I offered."
"AND THAT'S SUPPOSED TO MAKE EVERYTHING BETTER?" He was beyond pissed right now. Nathan had just confessed to having an affair. Well, really he didn't. But to Luke, it was all the same. "Did you forget a little someone who you're supposedly bound to? Hmm…lets think. HALEY? You know? YOUR WIFE?"
"Dammit why does everybody keep bringing her up? My life doesn't revolve around her anymore! Besides, Haley isn't here is she?"
Lucas gawked at what he just heard. Without warning, he lunged at Nathan and sucker punched him in the jaw. Nathan almost fell backwards but caught his balance and punched Luke back. "What the fuck was that for?"
Lucas, who was recovering from the blow, clenched his jaw in frustration. "Forget the fact that you're using Brooke. But you're cheating on Haley? How could you Nate?"
"I'M NOT CHEATING ON ANYONE!" Nathan snapped. He couldn't take being accused of something like that. Especially after all he's done for her. And it pissed him off how it wasn't this big a deal when she was cheating on him. "And as for me and Brooke, we went job hunting yesterday. She needed help man. She might seem fine about it all but she's completely lost."
Lucas calmed down a little. "oh…."
Nathan rolled his eyes and chuckled bitterly. After all of that all he could say was 'oh?' What it was that made Brooke and Peyton fight over his ass was beyond him.
"But wait…that doesn't explain why you asked h—"
"Offered."
"Right….Offered her to move in…"
"She's gonna kill me if I tell you this."
"I can keep a secret."
"Oh believe me I know! And so does Peyton." He smirked and laughed at the pissed off expression he got from his older brother. "Ok…she just seemed so broken you know? I mean you see Brooke Davis at school without a care in the world, and then you turn around and find this fragile person inside. I guess my protective instincts kicked in…."
Lucas just stared at him for the longest time. It was only a few months ago that he had broken through the hard shell. Just like Nathan, it hurt him to see how fragile she really was. But now he was thrown back out and separated by the same wall again. And this time, he found it nearly impossible to break. He frowned when he saw his little brother start to laugh. "What's so funny?"
Nathan took a moment to calm down. "It's just that….I never knew we'd end up being Drama Queens!" he burst out laughing. "Well you maybe, but me? I've been hanging around Brooke way too long!"
By now, Lucas had cracked a smile. Even in these circumstances, Nathan still managed to crack a joke. He only knew of one other person who could do that. Brooke. His frown returned as the thought crossed his mind.
"Look. You know, Its cool that your looking out for her…but come on man! Moving in? What if Haley comes back?"
"When she comes back, Luke." Lucas looked at his brother and for the first time he saw the old Nathan. Not the cocky insensible one, but the one that came out when he first met Haley.
"You really are moving on huh?"
"Naw…just not sulking. I'm repainting that wall tomorrow." He pointed to the opposite wall that was painted pink with a large portrait of a clown on it. Lucas turned to him, eyebrows raised.
"Turns out clowns creep me out too."
Lucas laughed hard at his brother's confession. "Oh man! You're insane!" he shook his head and sighed. "I'm proud of you man."
"Yeah well….I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for Brooke." He paused a minute before he continued. "That's also why I'm doing this. I owe her a lot. I was a mess before!"
Lucas smiled slightly, but didn't say anything. The realization that they had become a lot closer had just settled in. The two stayed in silence for a while.
"It's her isn't it?" Lucas looked up to see Nathan studying him carefully."
"Who's what?"
"Brooke….she's the girl we talked about before isn't she?"
Lucas looked away and nodded.
Nathan chuckled and shook his head in disbelief. "Man you're screwed!"
His head shot up. "What?"
"Luke, do you really think after all you put her through before she's gonna take you back?"
"Hey man. It was a mistake alright?"
"Yeah, but it was one that proved her theory about not letting anyone in. You do know that you were the first guy she ever opened to right?"
"Ok! Ok! If you're trying to make me go into depression therapy then it's working!"
Nathan laughed. "Look Luke, I'm just telling you not to get your hopes up. Besides. She's with Felix now. And unfortunately for you, this one isn't the cheating type."
Lucas rolled his eyes and punched him playfully. "Shut up man!" they shared a laugh before going back into serious mode again. "Look Nate, about the way I came—"
Nathan raised his hand to silence him. "It's cool. Besides, I think you learned your lesson from that punch I gave you. Shut you up pretty good didn't it?" he smirked.
"Ohh you wish! I just stopped so I wouldn't beat you to a pulp before I got any answers from you!"
"You keep telling yourself that. But we both know who would really win here." He said matter of factly.
"You mean like how we both knew who would win that first basketball game?"
Nathan's face fell and Lucas smirked. "Get outta here man!" he ushered him out the door. Lucas laughed and walked out.
"Boyfriend!" a giddy Brooke yelled as she skipped into his room. She was wearing her confident smile but in truth she was nervous as hell. But she wasn't about to let it show.
"Helllloooo! Felix?" Brooke skipped out of his room and went down the stairs. She stopped in her tracks when she bumped into a hard body coming around the corner. She fell back and landed on her ass.
"What the F—oh! Mr. Tagarro!" Brooke yelled surprised when she looked up to see Felix's dad looking down at her.
"What are you doing here Brooke?" he asked in a bored tone. It was no secret that he didn't like Brooke. Ever since the first time Felix brought her over to introduce them, both parents seemed to have this resentment towards her. In fact the first time they ever talked, they tried to convince her to break up with Felix. She never understood why.
"Uhhh…I'm looking for Felix."
"He's not here."
"O-ok…I'll just come back later then." She said as she quickly got up and turned to leave.
"Don't bother." Brooke stopped abruptly and whipped around.
"Excuse Me?"
"Don't bother coming here. Felix went back to California to live with his aunt for a while. He won't be here for another month."
Brooke's eyes widened. "Wh-What? When'd he leave?"
Mr. Taggaro sighed irritated. "This morning. His aunt called and he had to go right away. It's funny. I would have thought he would've called you or something. Guess you're not as important to him as you think."
Brooke rolled her eyes at his pathetic attempt to get her to dump Felix. "Uh-huh. Well, I'll have to take your word for it. I'll just call him later." She turned around and started again only to be called back, much to her irritation.
"Brooke." She took a deep breath before plastering a fake smile on her face and turning to face him. "Listen to me. Don't get too involved with my son ok?" Brooke was shocked to here the sincerity in his voice.
"But….why?"
"Just take my word for it." He said half mocking her, half serious. With that, he turned and walked away. Brooke, still confused as to what he was talking about, wandered away to her—soon to be someone else's---house.
Opening the door slightly, muffled yelling and screaming could faintly be heard from inside. She quickly stepped in and shut the door behind her so that her parent's screeching voices wouldn't be heard outside. Quietly and unnoticed, she started climbing the stairs to her room….
Peyton and Jake sat on the couch in the dark, both staring at the cold pizza that lay before them.
"You should eat something, Peyton." He said quietly breaking the silence that had engulfed them for the past hour.
"So should you." she said not bothering to look up. She just continued staring, lost in her own thoughts.
Jake sighed. "Look, sitting here and sulking won't help anyone. We need to work on how we're going to get her back."
Peyton looked up at him and nodded. For the first time that night she could really see all the fear and worry in his eyes She cursed herself mentally at being so weak and emotional when he was obviously hurting even more. "Yeah. Until then though, we should get some sleep. We need to look better than that wanna-be-Barbie when we go to court." She joked hoping to light up the mood. She smiled, satisfied when she got a small chuckle out of him. "I'm gonna go take a shower ok?"
He nodded. "Alright." Peyton kissed him and got up to go to her room. She turned back when she noticed he wasn't following. "Aren't you coming?" she asked softly.
"In a minute." Peyton nodded and continued up the stairs.
Jake sat there in silence for what seemed like ages before he was jerked back to reality by the sound of the door bell. He tried to ignore it, but it kept ringing. Groaning, he got up and opened it. His eyes immediately went wide when he saw who was at the other side.
"Nikki!"
Peyton got out of the shower and dried herself up. Putting on a pair of silk pajamas, and tying her hair up in a loose bun, she went outside, intent on getting some sleep. Much to her disappointment, she found her bed still empty as she entered her room. Sighing, she quickly changed her mind about sleeping and went downstairs to talk.
"Jake. I thought you said you wer—"
Peyton stood stalk still when she saw Nikki holding a sleeping Jenny in her arms, sitting down beside Jake.
"What the hell are you doing here bitch!" she yelled lunging towards her only to be stopped by Jake.
"Peyton….." he said quietly as she tried to struggle free.
"Wh-what is she doing here Jake? And why the hell do you have Jenny? Get your skanky paws off of her!"
Jake was about to explain when Nikki cut in. "First of all, she is my daughter. And I'm here to discuss custody with Jake."
"What?"
"Jenny needs a father. And there are a lot of stuff I don't know about her than only Jake knows."
"So what? You're saying you're just gonna giver her back to him? Just like that?" she asked incredulously, but hope was evident in her voice.
Nikki laughed. "Hardly…." Suddenly, a sickening, satisfactory smile creeped up on her face. "Would you like to tell her Jakie or should I do the honors?"
Jake gritted his teeth as he glared at Nikki.
"Jake? What is she talking about?" Peyton's pleading voice brought his attention back to her. The scared and lost look on her face was enough to rip his heart in two. A devastated look crossed his face. "I—I'm moving in with Nikki."
Peyton's eyes widened in disbelieve. "Wh-What! N-No! y-y-you can't!" she stammered, as she tried to fight the tears threatening to fall. The salty taste of tears in her mouth told her she had lost the battle.
"Uhhh….unless you two are married hunnie, he can. This is what's best for Jenny. She needs her father and her mother. And as much as you'd like to think so hunnie, it ain't you. This way everyone's happy….."
"She needed you the first year of her life as well but you didn't seem to care much then!" Peyton seethed through clenched teeth. She couldn't believe what was happening. Her whole world was being ripped away from her and she couldn't do anything about it. Just like in her dream……..
"Listen you stupid bit—"
"Nikki! Dammit just SHUT UP!" Jake stepped in and put both hands on Peyton's shoulders. "Look….Peyton, I'm sorry." His heart sank as he saw the flood of tears fall down her cheeks. "I just….i can't lose her." He bend down and kissed her forehead. "I love you." he whispered so a certain abandoning whore couldn't hear him. With one last look at the broken girl, he turned and followed Nikki out the door. Peyton just stood there, staring after them. She was left alone, once again.
Brooke sat on her bed reading an old issue of Teen Magazine. After reading over all of last year's gossip, she got bored and put it down. Sighing, she got up and walked around her room. She stopped in front of her closet and scowled. Her parents had been able to sell everything she owned except 3 pairs of old jeans and a few tang-tops. Groaning, she slammed the door shut and wnet back to bed. Lying on her side, she started at the now empty corner that once inhabited her favorite doll house. No matter how hard she tried and how much she pleaded, she hadn't been able to stop her parents from selling it. Her eyes darkened as a large amount of hatred filled up inside of her. It was the only thing that she had left from her childhood….when life was so much simpler….
CRASH
Her thoughts were interrupted by a defining crash that came from downstairs. Brooke hardly flinched though. It's been that way ever since her parents came back. 'There goes another china piece.' She thought miserably as she snuggled deeper into her pillow. There was another loud crash this time making Brooke feel slightly alarmed.
"YOU STUPID BITCH!"
Brooke's head shot up. Her parents' screaming was usually loud enough for her to hear it, but this time she was almost sure that the neighbors had overheard.
"I'M THE BITCH? YOU GOD DAMN , DRUKEN BASTARD! LOOK WHAT YOU'VE DONE TO ME!"
"THAT'LL be NOTHING ONCE I'M FINISHED WITH YOU!" he yelled before another defining crash was heard.
Panicking, Brooke leaped out of her bed and sprinted down the stairs. "MOM!"
She gasped in horror as she reached the bottom of the steps. There were pieces of broken glass lying everywhere and furniture thrown around, upside down. Fighting back the tears that were threatening to show, she cautiously made her way to the living room where she had just heard her mother sob.
"Mom?" she whispered quietly. When she entered the living room, she saw her father hunched over the whine collection, half empty glass in his hand, and her mother rocking quietly in the corner clutching a dangerously bleeding hand. Without a second thought, Brooke rushed over to her mother to help close the cut.
"Here mom let me---"
"Get the fuck away from me!" her mother screeched as she violently pushed her daughter away. "It's your fault we're like this!" she cried out, as Brooke's eyes widened in shock.
"What? How is this my fault!" Brooke knew her parents were both extremely intoxicated. She had to be careful and play it out so that she could eventually help them get to bed.
"If you hadn't been such a spoiled little bitch we wouldn't have spent so much on you! Then we would have had some money to at least keep the house. Your bastard of a father kept babying you your whole life! And THIS is how you repay us? By deciding to stay in this god forsaken town alone!"
With those words, her father's head shot up. "What?"
"Oh didn't you hear? Our dear old, selfish daughter wants to stay here by herself, while we go to California and work our ass off and provide for her like we always did!"
Joey Davis stared menacingly at his shaking daughter. "Is this true Brooke!" he said in a dangerously calm voice that sent chills down her spine.
"Of course it is! And are you surprised? She's never really gave a damn about us. Do you have any idea how this is going to look to the other families? Huh? We're going to be the laughing stock of California!"
"It's not like it would be any different." Brooke started, shaking uncontrollably. "You and dad are never home anyways. I'm sure you could come up with something to hide the fact that your paternal skills are a shred away from being non existent!"
Marry rolled her eyes. "Don't even try and put the blame on me! You never gave a damn about us! Why should we give one about you!"
Brooke's eyes began to water but she still would not let the tears fall. She turned to her father, for help but he was turned around pouring whine out of a flask. "D-Daddy?" she tried softly.
"Get out of my face, Brooke." He said quietly, with a touch of regret in his voice.
Brooke nodded, and slowly turned around, walking back up the stairs to her room. Entering her room quietly, she slowly shut the door behind her, before sinking down on it, finally letting the tears fall. After a few minutes of sobbing, she looked up through the remaining tears at her empty room. Once again the feeling of loss washed over her, and she quickly reached a decision. Quickly rubbing the last of her tears, she pushed herself up and dashed towards her closet pulling a small hand bag out. Setting it on her bed, she turned around and started pulling out all her remaining clothes.
Peyton sat on her bed, completely entranced by her sketching. Starting to shade in the background, the events of the evening ran through her mind. Without noticing, she began to press harder, until she ripped the paper in too. She gave a frustrated yell before she hurled her sketch book at a shelf. After calming herself down, she slowly got up and went over to get it. She froze when she saw what was beside it. There, lying on the ground, was a pink teddy bear. Peyton slowly walked over to it and picked it up. It had been Jenny's favourite toy, and she and Jake had bought it together when he came back from Seattle (is that where he went? I know it's not savannah but I don't member what it was). Suddenly, a wave of sadness engulfed her, and she burst into tears.
Lucas was sitting on his bed, reading a book when he heard a hard tapping at his front door. Sighing, he got up and went to go get it.
I'm all alone
No one was sent to get me
I'm all alone
No one was left here
But I'm fine!
No one was left here
But I'm fine!
No one was left here………..
Nathan was listening to music while repainting his wall. He had been so into the music in the background that he didn't hear the harsh knocking on his door until after a few minutes. He checked his watch and frowned, who would be coming over this late? His heart beat started to rise as he thought of who it could be…………….
Lucas opened the door to a hysterical looking Peyton. Her eyes were blood shot from crying so much and her hair was shriveled up all around her.
"Peyton?" he asked concerned. "What's wrong?"
"H-He left, Luke. Jake…he left again. And they took Jenny too. I-I don't know what to do." She suddenly burst out in tears again as he went over and embraced her in a tight hug.
Nathan practically ran to the door in his excitement.
"Hal—Brooke!" he was a both surprised and a little disappointed at who the guest turned out to be, but when he got one look at her broken face, he immediately grew worried. "Brooke?" he asked anxiously.
"I-I really don't wanna go home." She whispered. She had her arms wrapped protectively around her and her feet were positioned so her one of her legs were pointing to the opposite side, as if she was contemplating running away.
Nathan immediately wrapped his arms around her and pulled her in. "Shhhh…Brooke. It's gonna be ok." He whispered encouragingly. "Come inside." Without another word, the two entered the apartment, Nathan closing the door behind them.
Liked it? Hate it?...LOVED it? Lolz. Please please PLEASE give me some feed back! Lots of brucasness in there as well. :D I won't have many chapters that have that much of them but I just decided to throw that in. Just so you know, this will, under NO CIRCUMSTANCES what SO EVER end up a leyton. Nookie, maybe. But NOT leyton! Sorry I really really REALLY can't stand this couple. No offence to any shippers:D But they will have interaction in this story. I don't mind them much as friends. Anyways, like I said review! Next chapter lots more NOOKIE:D THankis! Buh-bye!