Another Kelly Clarkson title…I'm sorry but I just saw her in concert and she is so good. Anyway I want to know what you guys would think about making this fic a few years later? I don't know yet but here is this one:

Brooke stared at her bedroom ceiling praying the previous night had been a dream. But judging from the fact that she was still in the same outfit she knew it was real.

I have myself to blame for the state I'm in today and now dying doesn't seem so cruel.

She glimpsed at herself in the mirror and grimaced. She looked terrible but felt worse.

What do you do when you look in the mirror and staring at you is why he's not here?

When she had gotten home she cried herself to sleep. She didn't know why she thought a relationship with Lucas would be easy. She didn't have the energy to even cry anymore.

How do you cry when every tear you shed, won't ever bring him back again?

When she had run from dinner she thought that her night couldn't get any worse. Boy was she wrong.

Brooke pulled away from Nathan when she heard a rustling noise behind her.

"What was that?" The Rivercourt always creeped her out at night. She turned around but saw nothing but darkness,

"Hey Nate, I'm going to try and find Luke. Are you gonna be ok?"

Nathan nodded.

"Don't give up on her. She'll come around." Brooke winked and stared for Lucas' house. Thinking about it, it made a lot more sense that he would be at his house rather than at the Rivercourt. He had just had surgery and he probably needed to rest. She stood outside his house, unsure of what to do. She never knocked before. It was their unspoken rule. IT shouldn't be any different now. With that she crept into his room expecting to find him in bed. Instead sitting at the end of the bed was the last person Brooke wanted to see.

"Hey, Brookie, why did you run off so fast before? Is everything alright?" Peyton's sickly sweet voice rang through the air.

"Where's Lucas?" Brooke asked ignoring all of her previous questions.

"I don't know. HE said he had to go somewhere and he would be right back." She smirked. "You still have that?" Peyton pointed to Brooke's sweatshirt. IT had been her dad's and she used to wear it all the time. Even though he was never around, in a weird way it made her feel closer to him.

"I remember it. You used to wear it a lot." Peyton smiled sincerely not her usual fake ones. Not many remembered the days when Peyton and Brooke had been friends. Not best friends like her and Lucas, but still close. When her parents went on one of their many trips and Karen was unable to baby-sit they would bring her to daycare. She hated it and hated her parents for making her go. Her only friend was the one and only Peyton Elizabeth Sawyer. They were polar opposites from a young age but felt a connection through the abandonment of their parents. But then high school happened and Peyton became the most popular girl in school while Brooke was still just Brooke. Each caught up in her own thoughts made them forget why they were in the bedroom of Lucas Scott. Until, speak of the devil, he trudged in barely glancing at either girl.

"Hey Luke"

"Lucas,"

Peyton and Brooke started at the same moment.

"Can we talk for a minute?" Brooke spoke first hoping Peyton could take her hint and leave.

"I have nothing to say to you," he said coldly. "Go home Brooke. OR better yet stay the hell away from me." He continued in that icy tone, making Brooke want to cry. Brooke Davis was stronger than that though.
"You flirt with a girl on our first date and you want me to stay the hell away from you?" Brooke was really staring to get angry and Luke wasn't helping matters.

"Are you so delusional that you think me having a conversation with a girl is me flirting?"

"She is not just a girl she is your ex girlfriend." She couldn't believe this.

"Just because you can't have civil conversations with your ex boyfriends some of us can." Lucas screamed. "And you're the one who ran right into the arms of Nathan."

"What are you talking about. I went to the Rivercourt to look for you."

"So what you settled for the next best thing?"

"I can not believe that you would even say that to me. Nate and I are just friends, which is a lot more than I can say for you and me right now." Brooke was ready to storm out but heard one last thing on her way out.

"It sure looked like more than friends to me"

Tears were streaming down her face as she blindly made her way home. She was still in shock. She had honestly thought they would be friends for life if not more than friends. After that night though, she wanted absolutely nothing from him. It was time to move on from Lucas Eugene Scott.

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Brooke's hand shook as she opened the mailbox. The hard decision she had to make about college seemed to get a lot easier. She just hoped she made the right decision and she thought she did. Brooke was headed to NYU and far away from Lucas Scott.

Please review!

Should it continue here or be set after college?