Some dialogue is written improperly to enhance the mood and personality of the character. :o)

Lucas Scott sat upright in his Tempur-pedic bed scanning through the five hundred channels on his DIRECTV satellite system. It was a Saturday night and there was never anything good on Saturdays. He finally stopped on the news.

"Tonight in Sports the Charlotte, Bobcats came through with a major turnaround. Star point guard, Lucas Scott helped them end up with a come from behind win at the Charlotte Coliseum tonight. The rookie had a stellar performance tonight with twenty seven points, nine assists, and only one foul. Ever since Charlotte head coach, Bernie Bickerstaff, has put Scott in the starting line up, the Bobcats have been on fire. They started the season with quite a rocky road. But with Scott on the court, the Bobcats have managed to win six out of their last seven games. They have made a complete one-eighty turn and are on the road to success!"

Lucas smiled. He was still getting used to the whole "being on TV thing." It was kind of weird but at the same time it was cool. He was very happy about the fact that none of the reports done on him had been negative. At least not yet.

"Now here is Connie Chung with more from sports and entertainment news."

Lucas heard a new voice come over the television.

"I'm sorry ladies but he is taken. Tonight, the Philadelphia Eagles' leading man, Ryan Campbell, has confirmed his engagement to fashion designer, Brooke Davis."

The television screen cut to a split screen image. On one side was Ryan, sweaty and clothed in his football uniform with helmet in hand. On the other side was an image, which had appeared on a magazine cover, of Brooke.

Lucas sat up in the bed.

"What the hell?"

"Tonight at the Annual Spring Fashions Runway Show, the couple announced their engagement. Reporter Jack Wilson, who was covering the show, claimed that they seemed close and were holding hands as well as engaging in hugs and kisses. She was seen wearing a three stone engagement ring on the ring finger of her left hand."

Lucas was awestruck.

"You have got to be fucking kidding me," Lucas said in spite of the situation. Seeing the pictures of Brooke brought back memories from when they were in high school. She was still as beautiful as she was seven years before.

"You caught us America," Lucas heard Brooke say as the television switched to a video clip of the two. "We're engaged and I can't wait to get married."

Lucas watched Ryan. The dark haired, dark eyed, man just stood by his fiancé smiling at her genuinely.

"So now you know!" Connie Chung's voice came back on. "We give our best wishes to the running back and his future wife. Now here's Tom Johnson with the weather..."

Lucas stared at the TV dumbfounded. This had to be a joke. Or maybe he was dreaming? For all he knew, he had been set up for an episode of PUNK'D. He anticipated answering the door for Ashton Kutcher because this could not be true.

"How stupid can she be?" he yelled to himself. "Marrying that bastard? Who would ever marry a guy like that?"

Lucas knew he was kidding himself. Ryan wasn't a bad guy. In fact, he was probably one of the sweetest, most sensitive people on the planet. Lucas had roomed with him at some Sports Intervention ordeal and they had bonded and become friends. Of course, at that time, he hadn't been dating Lucas's first love. Now things were different.

He didn't know what to do to release all the pent up feelings inside him. Why was he feeling like this? He and Brooke hadn't even talked in five years. He hadn't even seen her in person since high school graduation. Why did he care so much when he saw her in the arms of another man?

Lucas picked up the phone and dialed the number to his brother's house. Talking to Nathan would help.

"Ello?" a high pitched voice said when they answered the phone.

"Hey Connor buddy," Lucas replied. "How are you?"

"Uncle Wuke!" the three year old shrieked. "I good."

"That's good. Is your mommy or daddy home?"

"Mama, Mama!" Connor squealed. "Its Uncle Wuke!" He handed Haley the phone.

"Hey stranger," Haley said after the little boy had given her the phone. "Haven't heard from you in a while. What's up?"

"Brooke's getting married," Lucas said flatly.

"I know!" Haley replied. "To that Campbell football player hunk. He is sure adorable. He's got some awesome abs. I saw him on the cover of Nathan's Sports Illustrated magazine,and man, he has one heck of a body!""

"Haley," Lucas laughed. "You have a husband."

"Oh I know," Haley replied turning around to see Nathan come around behind her. "But I can dare to dream right?" She giggled as Nathan slapped her on the butt.

"Can I talk to Nathan for a sec?" Lucas asked. Talking to Haley was not making matters better. She didn't understand that he wasn't happy about the whole situation.

"Yeah sure," Haley replied. "Hold on." She handed her husband the phone.

"Hey man," Nathan said.

"Hey," Lucas replied.

"Haley said you needed to talk to me."

"Brooke's getting married."

"No shit," Nathan said sarcastically. "I know that already."

"She can't get married."

"What are you talking about?"

"She can't get married to that guy. They won't be happy. They can't be happy."

"Dude, it's not like your madly in love with her. What's the big deal?"

Lucas didn't respond.

"What? Do you still have a thing for the chick?"

Lucas still didn't answer.

"Luke? You there man?"

"Yeah I'm here," Lucas replied coolly.

"Answer the question," Nathan said.

"No. I mean yes. I mean no. I don't know what I mean."

"I'll take that as a yes?"

"You know you really aren't helping," Lucas laughed.

"Then you do still like her….. or love her."

"No I don't," Lucas said. "Besides, it would never work out anyway. She is engaged. She lives in Pennsylvania. She is happy. She is in love. I wouldn't want to ruin that."

"Then don't," Nathan stated is a matter of fact way.

"Simple as that?" Lucas questioned.

"Simple as that."

"Ok well I better let you get going. You have a wife and a kid to be with."

"Yeah. Nice talking to you man," Nathan said.

"You too."

"Call me if you need anything," Nathan said sympathetically. "I'll help you with this whole Brooke thing if you need it."

"Thanks. Bye."

"Bye."