Chapter Four: Are You Drunk?

Lucas's left eye shot open in shock and he stared at her suspcisiously, wondering if he'd heard her correctly. Had she really just asked..No..demanded that he marry her? He knew that she was a little bit crazy at times, but this was ridiculous. Brushing it off, he closed his eyes once again and yawned, rolling over on the bed so that he was now on his back. With a short lived laugh, he spoke. "Are you drunk?" He muttered, wondering out loud. Lucas had a feeling that this was another one of Brooke's crazy ideas. Last time, she'd suggested that they get eachother's names tattooed on themselves so that 'ugly' people couldn't confront them. They'd just be able to show them the tattoo and people would believe that they were spoken for. Naturally, Lucas had automatically shot down her supposedly 'brilliant' idea with a swift 'hell no'. They'd never mentioned it again and that was the end of the crazy 'Brooke' idea.

Brooke slapped him as hard as she could as she sat up in the bed, shaking her head. "Lucas Eugene Scott, I am not drunk!" She pouted, crossing her arms over her chest. How could he be so mean to her right now? Alright, so she had walked into his house uninvited at midnight, woken him up, and asked him to marry her, but did that automatically mean that she'd been hitting the bottle. Maybe that's what it meant for most people, but not in Brooke land. "You don't have a say, Luke! We're getting married!" She continued on, standing from the bed.

Lucas was able to notice the desperation in his eyes. "Forcing me into marriage is really the way to my heart." He joked, finally letting out the laughter that he'd so desperately been trying to hold in. In a huff, Brooke picked up her purse and chucked it at him, hitting him straight in the chest. "Why the hell are you laughing?" She asked Lucas, anger burning in her eyes. She couldn't, for the life of her, figure out how this was funny. She'd gotten herself screwed (litterally) by some asshat guy...Again.

Lucas stood from the bed and walked towards his best friend, resting both of his hands on each one of her shoulders. "Brooke, calm down...Wait a minute..What the hell happened?" He asked her, wanting to start from the beginning. There was no way in hell that Brooke had just gone out to dinner with Peyton, then decided 'oh, hey, let me marry Lucas'.

Brooke took a deep breath, getting ready to tell the whole story. "Well, it turns out that P. Sawyer's boytoy is actually the guy that I had that fling with once upon a time. He was with her when he was with me!" She practically screamed, running a hand through her brown curls. Brooke let out a loud groan and plopped down onto Lucas's bed, resting on her back as she stared up at the ceiling tiredly. "So I...Sorta told him that we were...Engaged.." She muttered out loud, looking over at him to see his reaction.

She was expecting yelling and screaming from her best friend at any second now. It was a natural reaction in Lucas Scott's lifestyle. Whenever he got angry with her, he told her the right thing to do, the wrong thing to do, and then the 'Brooke' thing to do. Normally, the 'Brooke' thing to do was so far off-basis from both the wrong and right thing to do that it caused Brooke to giggle, but she didn't think she'd even be able to muster out one of those--Not this time.

What she wasn't expecting was for Lucas to laugh at her. Staring at him with wide eyes, Brooke watched as he kneeled over, hysterrically laughing. She furrowed her eyebrows together in anger, a large pout on her face. "Stop laughing!" She complained, throwing a pillow at him. Lucas continued laughing, though, which caused Brooke to join in as well.

A loud giggle escaped her lips and she threw her back down onto the bed, laughs taking over her small frame. "What have I gotten myself into?" She asked, yelling at herself. Brooke smirked as Lucas fell down onto the bed next to her and she turned to face him, a content, dimpled smile on her lips.

"Are you gonna marry me or what?" She asked with her famous puppydog eyes. Brooke knew that he found her hilarious, but he was still her best friend. If she couldn't count on him to get her out of this sticky situation, then who the hell could she count on? Lucas was her savior. He was the guy who got her out of these messes--Her white knight.

Lucas turned to face Brooke as well, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her closer to him. He smiled as their noses grazed eachothers. "Yes, I'll marry you." He promised her, laughing a little bit at how absolutely insane that sounded.

Brooke looked into his eyes and nodded her head, pleased with herself. More than that though, she was glad he said yes. She quickly found herself getting lost in his eyes. Without thinking, Brooke leaned in and kissed him.