Chapter Five: Don't you Wish?

Brooke pulled away, her heart pounding out her chest at a rapid pace. Why the hell did she just do that? Why did she kiss Lucas? Brooke sat up on the bed in an attempt to look cool, smirking that famous smirk of hers. Alright, she was going to have to think fast to get out of this one. Think, Brooke. Think. She ran a hand through her brown hair and cleared her throat in an attempt to kill the awkward silence that had ensued. Why the hell had she just kissed him? Damnit, Brooke. Keep your hormones in check!

"I..Uhm..I figured that if we were gonna be a couple, we should get used to doing stuff like..that." She explained with a forced smile and nod, turning so that her back was now facing him. Brooke tiredly rubbed her temples, knowing that was probably the lamest lie that Lucas had ever heard in his entire life. Then again, Brooke knew her best friend well enough to know that he would never push her into saying something that she wasn't ready to say, or do something that he wasn't ready to do. Brooke simply wasn't ready to admit that she had feelings for Lucas. Well, she'd never be ready for that because it simply wasn't true. She didn't have feelings for Lucas. Keep telling yourself that and you just might believe it one of these days, Brookie Cookie.

Brooke could see that Lucas was staring at her through the mirror and she turned back around, realizing that there was no point in not facing him if he could see everything that she was doing anyway. Her hazel eyes stared wonders into his blue ones and she once again forced that faux smile onto her face, awkwardly choosing to sit down next to him on the bed. She didn't want to seem nervous around him because then things would be even more awkward. She'd have to start explaining her micro-mini crush to him, causing him to laugh, and their friendship to be changed for all of eternity. Plus, Lucas was only a small part in her master plan to get Chris Keller jealous. Once Chris realized that he was in love with Brooke, she'd be able to turn him down and make him feel the way that she'd felt for so long. Then, Lucas would only be a distant memory of hers on the 'Romance Scale'.

Lucas nodded his head to her statement, looking at her semi-oddly. Was Brooke feeling alright? She was always a little bit ditzy, but this was weird even for her. She was nervous and jittery and rambling. Brooke tended to ramble quite a bit, but never to this extent. Brooke also seemed to be thinking–Which was another trait that wasn't normally seen being associated with the beautiful brunette that was sitting next to him. Lucas loved Brooke to death, but she was a crazy girl. She was his crazy girl. Quite honestly, he wasn't sure what his days would be like without her. They'd be boring and dull, that much was for certain. She was the light of his life–The firecracker that got him through his day. Whenever he was stressed out or having a bad day, Lucas knew that he could always call Brooke and he'd be happy. That's why he agreed to go along with this crazy plan for her. She was amazing and beautiful, of course, but he owed her a hell of a lot more than she thought.

He sighed ever so slightly as he stared at her, hoping that she knew how much she truly meant to him. Lucas didn't often tell her that he loved her simply because it was common knowledge between the two. Of course they loved eachother. You can't be best friends with somebody for that long without loving them. He and Brooke had gotten into petty little arguments, but it had never been anything so major that he'd wanted to end their friendship–Nothing would ever be that major. "You look tired." He observed, lightly brushing a strand of hair behind her tiny ear.

Lucas nodded towards the bed in which they were laying on before standing up and walking towards the front of it. "Come on..Spend the night." He pleaded with her, laying down on his side of the bed. Lucas closed his eyes once he felt the shift of bed weight. Just as he was about to fall asleep, the voice that he'd come to love was speaking once again.

She stared up at the ceiling, suddenly not as tired as she had been. Although it had been a long and exhausting day, Brooke was wide awake, thinking about these "feelings" that were beginning to surface for Lucas, of all people. There was nothing against him personally, but Brooke would have never guessed that he'd be the person to make her get over Chris Keller.

"Night, Luke." She practically whispered, turning around so that she was once again facing the ceiling. Brooke waited patiently until his breathing regulated, signalling that he was asleep. With that, she closed her eyes tightly and let the tears fall from her eyes. Why did life have to be so damn complicated?