"Brooke you look great can we move it please?" Lucas begged. "I wanna get to the beach!"

"I'm sorry, a girls gotta look good" Brooke said, emerging from the bathroom with a red polka dotted bikini and a flowing skirt on. Her hair was wavy and loose around her shoulder and her eyes sparkled with excitement. Lucas fought to grab her and start making out with her right then.

"Wow…well, you look…amazing" Lucas said.

"Thank you!" Brooke flashed him her 300-watt smile that he loved and marched over to find her flip flops. Haley and Nathan, temporarily forgetting their silent treatment, rolled their eyes at each other regarding Brooke and Lucas's antics.

"Ok well lets move it lovers" Brooke giggled, flouncing out the front door. Everyone shook their heads and took her lead- she was Brooke Davis, after all.

Once they got to the beach, Brooke insisted that everyone build a sandcastle.

"But we've got to relive our childhood!" Brooke whined.

"Brooke, we're almost 18, we cannot be caught building SANDCASTLES" Lucas protested.

"Yes you can!"

"Look, that 5 year old is building a sandcastle" Lucas whined, pointing to a cute little 5 year old throwing a bunch of sand on top of a shapeless mound.

"But she's having fun!" Brooke pointed out. "And that's exactly what you all need….Haley and Nathan!" Brooke yelled.

"What?" Nathan grumbled.

"SNAP OUT OF IT!" Brooke said. "Get over your sob story, get your ass on the sand, and build a sandcastle!" she commanded.

"Jesus, Brooke…bossy much?" Haley teased, throwing a clump of sand at her.

"Haley Sc- I mean James whatever you are, you are gonna get it!" Brooke yelled. She chased Haley through the water, her hair whipping against her face. Lucas couldn't help but notice how pretty she looked, jumping through the water and splashing it everywhere. Likewise, Nathan couldn't tear his eyes away from his wife's dancing auburn hair and shining hazel eyes.

"We've got some girls on our hands" Lucas said, plopping down in the sand.

"Yeah…dude, she drives me crazy but my pride was seriously hurt" Nathan said. "And I want her back so bad, but all I can do is wish for it all to be perfect again"

"Nate, that's so dumb…it'll never be perfect again, there'll always be that little void she left in your heart- but you can learn to forgive, right?" Lucas asked. "Plus, look at her, man…she's your wife"

"I know…she's so beautiful and sweet and my Haley but I can't forget- or forgive- what she did" Nathan sighed. "I want to, but I can't"

"Forgiveness isn't a feeling, Nathan…it's a decision. You can't just wake up one day and say 'I'm gonna forgive Haley!' and it'll all be perfect again…you've gotta make the decision" Lucas said.

"When'd you get so smart?" Nathan chuckled.

Lucas's eyes shifted to Brooke's flying mahogany hair and dancing eyes and sighed. "Heartbreak, dude…that's all I can say"

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Lucas got up to brush sand off his legs and was engulfed in two wet, cold hugs.

"Haley! Brooke! I was all warm and comfortable and you got me wet again!"

"We know" Brooke smiled mischievously. "We did that on purpose"

"You girls…" Lucas said. "I'm gonna get you one day"

"Right"

"Ok I have a challenge for you" Lucas said.

"Bring it on!" Brooke said.

"Ok I want you to say 'she sells seashells by the seashore 3 times fast…and then I wont throw you in the water"

"You were gonna throw me in the water! What!" Brooke said. "Fine…sea sells she shells on the she sore"

"WRONG!" Lucas said, grabbing Brooke and throwing her over his shoulder.

"LUCAS SCOTT!" Brooke shrieked. They had made it three fourths of the way down the shoreline when Lucas felt a wet hand on his back and the familiar smell of dampened Dior perfume.

"Lucas Scott…"

"Rachel" Lucas said. "What are you doing?"

"I can say it 3 times fast…she sells seashells on the seashore, she sells seashells on the seashore, she sells seashells on the seashore!" Rachel finished off triumphantly. "Unlike uh…Brooke"

"WOW, that makes YOU cool" Haley jumped to Brooke's defense.

Lucas put Brooke down and turned to Rachel.

"What do you want?" he asked. He was sick of her destroying his chances with Brooke and tricking both him and her.

"I just need to talk to you" Rachel whispered.

"Brooke?" Lucas asked.

"I REALLY need to talk to you, Lucas" Rachel said.

"Brooke?" Lucas asked again, but he heard nothing. Brooke was halfway up the beach and making her way steadfastly to the parking lot. "BROOKE!" Lucas yelled. She ignored him and marched faster. Lucas turned to run after her but Rachel caught his arm.

"Luke-"

"Rachel, I am SICK of you destroying my chances with Brooke. I don't like you, I never have, and I never will. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna go find my girl and apologize for YOUR-"

"Lucas, I'm pregnant"

A/N: DUN.DUN.DUUUUN! Review :0)