I've had this idea in my mind for a while, so I figured I'd turn it into a story. This is a Brucas story, with hints of Naley. In the story, Lucas and Nathan are full brothers. They are all out of college. Lucas is not best friends with Haley and has never met Brooke before.
So please read and tell me what you think. Thanks.
And, for those who read my other stories, I should have them all updated within the next few days.
Summary: A one-night stand turns into so much more for these would-be destined lovers. Fate brought them together for a night; but love will keep them there forever.
HERE'S TO THE NIGHTS...
CHAPTER 1
Every man has his own destiny: the only imperative is to follow it, to accept it, no matter where it leads him. -Henry Miller
"Destiny is defined as a predetermined course of events often held to be an irresistible power or agency." Lucas Scott began. In one hand he held a glass filled with champagne, in the other a microphone. "Some people may not believe in it, they say that we decide our own future. And I say, to a point, that maybe they're right. The choices we make will lead us down different paths in life, but in the end, I believe you end up where you were meant to be." He took a second to glance at the happy couple below him, winking slightly at the smiling bride. "As for Haley and Nathan, I believe they were destined to be in this world, together. Fate brought them together, but love will keep them there. So here's to my little brother, and to Haley and to a love that was simply destined to be."
The awe struck crowd in front of him burst into a round of applause as he stepped from the stage. Nathan was there to greet him, pulling him into a strong embrace, thanking him for the beautiful words. Haley met him too, her arms wrapping around his neck as she kissed his cheek. "Thanks Lucas, for everything. This reception is beautiful."
"Ya well," Lucas shrugged casually, "anything for Nathan. You guys deserved this, I just wanted to make your day even more special." He was met by another hug from his brother before the two set off to share their first dance.
The soft music gently swelled as the two stepped onto the small dance floor. The room fell quiet as they joined hands, her head resting against his chest, his arms holding her tightly to his body. The moved effortlessly, as though they were one, to the music.
"Fate is a load of crap." A womanly voice whispered into his ear. He spun slowly, his eyes finally adverting from the couple and met with the brown ones behind him. She flashed him a smile, bright and wide with the hint of a dimple tempting to show.
He offered one back, for some reason he found himself quite intrigued by the woman. He arched a brow at her, ready to hear her reasons, ready to fire back with his own. "You're not a believer?"
She gave a silent chuckle, her head swaying back and forth. "It's a feel-good idea that people believe in." Other couples slowly began to join the dance; she offered her hand, dragging him behind her onto the dance floor. They instantly fell into rhythm, her hands wrapping themselves around his neck, his around her waist. "Makes them feel like their life has meaning."
He thought for a second, his lips pursing in thought. "Well, what's wrong with that?"
Again she laughed in amusement, her eyes lighting up as she did so. He couldn't help but notice the way her nose crinkled ever so lightly when she smiled, or the way her fingers absently tickled the hairs on his neck. "Here's the thing," She began, "if I go out and I do crack, I'm gonna end up a junkie. But if I go, and I go to college and find a job, I doubt that I would end up in the same place than if I took the other path."
He extended his arm as he spun her away from him, stepping backward before spinning her back. They both smiled as they met in the middle, their hips once again swaying in perfect sync to the music. "Well, maybe you were destined to be one or the other?"
"Nah." She shook her head, the few curls in her hair bouncing around her face. "I have nothing against people who believe in it, I just think that I make my life what it is." He nodded in understanding as the music faded out. They finally broke apart as the crowd clapped loudly for the band.
He led them back to their table, pulling her chair out like a gentleman. "Thank you." She smiled graciously at him as he took the seat next to her. "I'm Brooke by the way." She offered her hand to him.
"Lucas." He stated, his calloused hand grazing her manicured one. She giggled girlishly as he kissed the top of it before returning it to her lap. "So Brooke, tell me, when you look at them," He motioned to the newly-wedded couple who had yet to notice the music had stopped and were still embraced, moving ever so slightly in the middle of the dance floor, "you don't think they were meant to be?"
"Nope." She shook her head confidently. "I think that they just happened to be in the right place at the right time. I don't think they were meant to be together, I just think that they fell in love and each day they work hard to stay together."
"I guess I can respect that." He smiled playfully at her. Another song filled the small room; he stood up, offering his hand to her. Both smiled with delight as she took it, pausing momentarily to grab two more glasses of wine for them.
The rest of the night continued this way, both dancing and drinking. "Luke." Nathan pulled his brother aside, his arm wrapped around his shoulder for support. "We're gonna head out. There's a limo out front to take you back to your house, make sure to drop Brooke off at her hotel on the way. You got all that?"
"Got it little bro." Lucas patted his chest, a cheeky smirk playing on his serene features. "Limo, hotel, house. Don't worry." Nathan nodded warily before leaving the two. Besides, he had bigger things to worry about, like his early honeymoon with his wife.
"Luke!'' Brooke stumbled over to him, her arms wrapping around his neck, almost knocking the two over. "We should get out of here, besides, I think they're out of juice." She frowned as she tipped her glass over, a few remnant drops of wine dripping out.
The blonde-haired man rolled over with a scowl permanently sketched on his features. Even through his closed lids he could see the bright morning sun shining in through his bedroom window, warming his face. He reached across the bed, patting the now empty space beside him.
"Brooke?" He called groggily, only bothering to open one eye to search for the brunette. He glanced down at his lower body, noting that he was void of any clothes. He could still smell her perfume on the pillow beside him; at least he knew he didn't dream last night up.
He let out a frustrated sigh as he rolled from the bed, his head pounding harshly as he stumbled to regain his balance. His hand instantly flew to his forehead, holding it for dear life in an attempt to stop the pulsing. Grabbing his boxers, which were flung across his bedroom lamp, he slipped them up his legs as he staggered into the living room.
"Brooke?" He tried again, the blood rushing through his ears at the loudness. Still he got no reply. Groaning inwardly he made his way into the kitchen, grabbing a glass of water and swallowing two aspirin.
He rested on the stool, his head cradled delicately in his hands as he avoided any quick movements. A loud knock echoed through the sparsely furnished apartment, his head throbbing at the noise. "Luke?" His brother's voice sounded before he saw him.
"In here." Lucas mumbled back. Within an instant he could hear Nathan laugh in amusement as he found his brother hunched over his kitchen counter. "Shut up." He growled back, praying that the pain would go away.
"You know, they say the only way to avoid a hangover is to keep drinking." Nathan laughed loudly, not caring if his brother was sending him a death glare. "Whatcha say Luke? Want me to fix you up another scotch?"
Nathan laughed ruthlessly as Lucas slammed his head back against the cool counter top, most likely mumbling some obscenity directed toward him. "I'm never drinking again."
"Yeah…" Nathan scoffed sarcastically. "And I'm never gonna have sex again." He rolled his eyes at Lucas' obvious lie; every time Lucas would vow the same thing, but the next time around Lucas would drink more, which always lead to a worse hangover the next morning. He couldn't count how many times his brother had woken up to a mystery girl or done something to embarrass himself in public.
"What the hell are you doing here anyway?" Lucas barked irritably. He was getting sick of hearing it from Nathan. He could stop drinking if he wanted to; it wasn't like he was an alcoholic.
"Well," Nathan took a swig from his bottle, "I came to check if you made it home last night. You and Brooke were pretty wasted. Did you remember to drop her off at her hotel last night?"
"Uh…" Lucas winced as he scratched at the back of his head.
"You slept with her didn't you?" Nathan deadpanned. Lucas nodded slowly, a smirk spreading across his face. "Where is she?" He questioned as he grabbed himself a bottle of water from the fridge.
"I dunno." Lucas shrugged. He glanced around the apartment briefly before turning back to Nathan. "Woke up this morning as she was gone."
Nathan slammed the door shut, his eyes catching on a piece of paper stuck to the front of the fridge. He moved the magnet and slid the paper in front of Lucas. "At least this one had the decency to leave a note." He chuckled lowly.
Lucas smirked at the messy note scribbled on the back of his bank statement; he figured it was the only paper she could find. His eyes scanned over the six words, his lips curling into a general smile. 'It wasn't written in the stars…'