Unchained Melody

Authors Note: Thank you guys so much for the reviews! I feel so loved. A special thanks to Jen! Without her my story wouldn't be possible. And also, thanks everyone else for reviewing. You seriously made my day. Oh yeah I also put in that Haley Peyton convo for fun. I wasn't planning on using her again, but hey I write whatever pops into my head, so Haley will be in this story. Woo!

Chapter 2

Brooke walked into the restaurant and skimmed the crowd looking for Lucas. Of course, he was late. She walked into the back room where the party was being held. She picked up her bag and sat down on the couch to sketch more of the dress. A couple minutes later Lucas came running in. Brooke glared up at him, but couldn't help note that he looked hot in that blue stripped polo, and those khaki pants.

"Your late Lucas!" She yelled putting her stuff down and standing up.

"I know, I'm sorry. I got lost." He replied sheepishly, looking down at the tile. Brooke stifled a laugh and looked at him.

"How the hell did you get lost? Didn't Nathan give you directions?"

"Yeah," he responded still not looking up, obviously finding the cracks in the tile more interesting than Brooke.

"Well, Ok then." Brooke laughed, "I need you to look over things, while I work."

Lucas nodded his head slowly, "Okay."

He went to observe the servers and make sure they were doing everything right while Brooke worked on the dress. After about ten minutes Brooke was in a rage, cursing up a storm and throwing sketch after sketch away. Lucas couldn't hold it in anymore, he laughed. Brooke looked at him hunched over laughing so hard he was crying and this made her angrier.

"What the hell is so funny, Scott?" She demanded.

"Your cursing up a storm over there, Davis."

"This isn't a funny matter!" She screamed holding up the sketchpad.

"Well, what are you working on?" he asked walking over to her.

"Britney needs a formal dress for some random dinner thing."

Lucas nodded and leaned over Brooke's shoulder. She felt his hot breath on her neck and wished that she could just turn around and kiss him. But he was taken, and she was pissed.

"Well, this dress is really good."

"Are you crazy? This is crap."

"I think you're the crazy one. This dress is wonderful." Lucas said looking into her hazel eyes. The eyes he had fallen for so many years ago, the eyes he still loved. So much.

"Lucas, no it's not. Britney would never wear this."

"Britney who?"

"Spears!"

"Oh I love Britney Spears. Just lower the back and the front a little and there you go."

"You would love her." Brooke muttered adding the final touches to the dress.

Lucas looked at her questionably, "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing, but hey if you're after sluts then go for it." She picked up the drawing; "I need to run this next door, to my store. Can you handle being alone for like three minutes?"

"Yes."

"Ok, and if you mess up anything"

"Brooke, have faith. I won't mess up anything." Brooke nodded and ran off to fax the dress.

Lucas sighed and watched her walk off. He loved her, and he hated himself for screwing up again. But there was nothing he could do or say to make her stop hating him. And that killed him. Brooke was his world. She was the reason he lived. She was the one for him, and he was the one for her. He just had to make her see that again. He would do anything to get her back. Even sit through her yelling at him. At least she was talking to him now.

Peyton rummaged through her closet trying to find the perfect outfit. What did you wear to your rehearsal dinner? Surely not a dress, since you had to wear a dress the next day at the wedding. She sighed and looked at the outfit Brooke had picked out. It was a pink tank top with a black jacket over it, and a long flowing skirt. She sighed remembering the conversation she had had with Brooke that morning.

"Brooke! I hate pink!"

"But it's cute P. Sawyer!" Brook said holding up the outfit again.

"It's not very Peyton Sawyerish." Nathan stated coming in the room.

Brooke looked at him and shook her head, "No, but maybe it's Peyton Scott." She said putting the skirt down on the bed. "I have white flip flops the match this, I'll bring them tonight."

Peyton nodded her head and looked at the outfit, still unsure.

"I have to go to work" Brooke said softly and walked out of the room.

"Did I hurt her feelings?" Nathan asked concerned.

"No, she just doesn't like no for an answer" Peyton laughed.

Sighing Peyton put on the outfit, only for Brooke. She wouldn't wear this for anyone else, ever. Nathan walked into their bedroom and laughed at his fiancé.

"What? Do I look like crap?" Peyton asked, as she stopped curling her hair and stared at her fiancé.

"No, no not at all! You look gorgeous!" Nathan said making his way over to her.

"Well, you need to change too..."

"I will..." Nathan whispered as he kissed her. Peyton returned the kiss, but only for a minute.

"We can do that later. We're going to be late." Peyton reminded him as she slipped on her chucks.

"Chucks?"

"Brooke has shoes there for me, remember?"

"Right." Nathan sighed and gave her a quick peck. "I don't know what I'm going to do tonight."

"You're going to party with your friends, and have a great time. Then you're going to call me, and go to sleep."

"I'm going to miss you the whole time."

"I'm sure you won't think that when the strippers get there." Peyton said as she took his hand.

"They don't have anything on you Peyt. Nothing at all." Nathan stated as they walked to the car. Peyton blushed and quickly covered it up.

"If you say so…"

"I do." Nathan kissed her causing Peyton to giggle, "What?"

"You just said 'I do' and then kissed me, I guess that means we're married now." Nathan laughed at this and put his arm around her holding her close.

"Tomorrow."

"Tomorrow." Peyton grinned and kissed him. The two were having total bliss, neither could hold in the excitement for the next day. Nothing would ruin their perfect day. Little did they know that someone was lurking in the corner, watching their every move. Studying their every kiss, and smile. Working on a plan of attack. Haley James stalked off to her car, were her accomplice and friend; Chris Keller was waiting for her.

"What's wrong Haley?" Chris asked as she angrily got into the car.

"They're perfectly happy! How can I break that up?"

"Leave that to Chris Keller. Don't worry your pretty little head Haley."

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-Marissa.