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So this is the second chapter out of three.
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Summary: Lucas Scott was different and he knew it. He was different...because he saw with his heart. Will he be able to overcome the obstacles that are standing in his way and get what he always wanted? Brucas
MR. BRIGHTSIDE
CHAPTER 2
He stood in the middle of the small court, it was his place, the place he went to get away from the world. Here he can be himself, he doesn't have to worry about what everyone else thinks.
He walked forward some, so he was standing near the edge of the cliff facing the river. He could taste the saltiness as the water ran below him. It was peaceful there, the way the water splashed gently against the rocks. He could almost picture it, the water, the birds drinking from the edges, the fish swimming around.
He may not have something that other people have, but he never let that get him down. Because he has something that most people will never get, an appreciation for the small things in life. Most people go their entire lives taking things for granted and overlooking things. But him? If he had just one day when he could see, he would look at everything he could. He would sit in the park and watch as people played. He would sit in the sand and watch the waves crash down. And if he had that special someone in his life, he would memorize every little inch of her face.
The world to him, is a mystery. There are so many things that have been left unseen or done. He can try to imagine what things look like, but in the end he will never truly know. People try to explain to him the color of the ocean, but how do you explain the color 'blue' to someone who has never seen it before? To him 'color' is a mere word to symbolize the unknown.
A slow, light tapping slowly becomes louder as it nears him, and he smiles to himself knowing whom it is by the way she walks. He stood silent as she stopped beside him, his face never turning from the river. He moved behind her slightly, his hands covered her eyes and he told her to stay quiet. "Just listen." He instructed her.
She listened silently to the river below. She rarely took time out to stop and listen to things, but this, this was something amazing. She could hear every little ripple in the water, every little splash as the water flowed around the rocks. Slowly he removed his hands, but her eyes stayed closed.
She wanted to experience what he had. She wanted to know what it was like. Listening to the river gave her a new appreciation. She smiled as her eyes opened to look at the sandy-blonde haired boy standing next to her.
"Did you hear it?" He asked softly. She watched him in awe. He seemed so carefree here; He seemed at ease with the world.
"Hear what?" She asked equally as soft. She didn't want to ruin the moment that they were sharing.
"Life." He whispered magically. She didn't answer, just watched him intently as he took in his surroundings. He was mystifying. He held a certain secrecy to him, one that she wanted to solve. She had only known him for a few days, and yet she was drawn to him. His gentle face, his soft smile, and his kind words entranced her. She often found herself wondering what color his eyes were, and if they held the mystery in them.
"Luke?" She asked gently as a question popped into her mind. She found her self intrigued by him.
"Hmm?" He said turning to face her. He knew if wasn't necessary to face someone that you couldn't see, but he always found it polite.
"Were you um, born like that?" She asked carefully. "Or did it…" She trailed off.
He understood why she would want to know; most people he met did, well that is, the people that actually cared enough to talk to him. "I could see up until I was about one. My mom had tried to explain what the disease is, but I never really understood it. All I know is, I can't see."
"So besides basketball." She changed the topic after she noticed his uneasiness about his condition. "What else do you like to do?"
"Nothing much." He shrugged slightly. "I just like…to live. I dunno, I guess it kinda sounds childish. But, my perfect day, would be sitting in the sand, listening to the waves crash in, and be with my friends."
"Nah. That sounds wonderful." She replied honesty. She gently pulled him down to the cushiony grass below them. "So tell me about yourself." She instructed.
"Why do you want to know about me?" He questioned as he lay back carefully so his head was cradled in his hands. "I mean, most people go out of their way to avoid me, that is, if they even notice me. But you, it just seems like you go out of your way to see me."
"I dunno. You just have this, this unexplainable, vibe, about you." She sighed as she mirrored his position in the grass.
He nodded and turned his head slight towards her. "So it has nothing to do with pity, or anything like that?"
"Pity? Yes." She replied calmly as she turned on her side to face him. "But not because you're blind. I pity you because you don't have enough self-respect to believe that I would want to get to know you for you."
He went to respond, but he shut his mouth quickly. "It's just that…" He said sitting up and playing with the blades of grass between his fingers. "You come out of no where, and have this sudden interest in me."
"Most guys…they just see me as 'Brooke Davis-Captain of the Cheerleaders'." She stated mimicking his movements. "But you see past that, and see me for who I really am. And I like that. I like that a nice-guy like you can sit here with me and talk about life, not sex or parties or anything like that."
"I like it too." He smiled light as he moved his arms to rest on his bent knees. "I guess I'm just a little…paranoid. The only other person, besides my mom, who has really taken an interest in me is Haley, so it's just a little weird."
"Lucas, you're a great guy, and if people are too ignorant to see that, then that's their problem." Brooke whispered as she cupped his face gently in her palm.
A small smile broke out onto his face as he brought both of his hands up to rest on her cheeks. "I wanna see you Brooke." He whispered. She let her eyes slowly flutter shut as his fingers traced her features. His calloused tips slid over her eyelids and down to her lips. He traced her lips and let out a light sigh. "You're beautiful." He whispered as he let his hands fall from her face.
A bouncing ball echoed in their ears before she had time to respond. "Aw, isn't that sweet." A voice called from the court a few feet away from where the two where now standing.
"Shove it Nate." Brooke replied with an annoyed tone. She had known him for as long as she could remember, which is why it confused her as to why he was only cruel when he was around Lucas. When he was dating Peyton, he was always sweet and caring; but the second his eyes landed on Lucas, he transformed into someone who was cold and uncaring.
"I'm just saying." Nathan laughed and dribble the ball harshly against the cement. "The little unwanted blind boy going after the head-cheerleader. It's kinda cute."
"What is with you?" Lucas burst as he stepped away from Brooke and towards Nathan. "What the hell did I ever do to you?"
"You were born." Nathan stated with an eerie calmness. Lucas spun back towards Brooke as he lifted his hand into the air and flicked his brother off. Brooke gasped as the ball came into contact with the back of Lucas' head and he stumbled forward.
He threw his hands out to try to brace his fall but let out a loud groan as his forehead hit the picnic table with a bang. Nathan stood motionless as Brooke rushed to Lucas' side. She gently rolled over his limp body and saw the blood running from the deep cut on his head.
For a second, her eyes met the most intense blue she has ever seen and then just as quickly as it had come, it was gone again. His body fell complete still as the blood continued to ooze quickly from his head. Nathan knelt beside her and picked his brother up in his arms. "Come on." He ordered as he placed him into the backseat of his truck. Brooke climbed in the back and rested his head in her lap.
The only life left in the usual peaceful retreat was the sound of tires screeching and dust being flung everywhere as the black SUV sped away.
