She was fiercely independant. Brooke Davis. Brilliant, and beautiful, and brave. In 2 years she had grown more than anyone I had ever known. Brooke Davis is going to change the world someday. And I'm not sure she even knows it.
It was five am. I hadn't been able to sleep. It had been a week since my outburst and Lucas had been an angel through it all. He made sure I ate, he made sure I looked after myself, he made sure I slept and that I was okay. We were literally playing house by now. Karen had gone to Italy for a few weeks to a great culinary school which had been her dream. Yep, she left two wild boys incharge and went off. But it was time for her to live a little for herself and chase her dreams. So off she went and I couldn't be more proud of her. She was my mom too. In every way.
Lucas would often come and stay with me for the night, just like he did when I was fourteen and too scared when my parents were having a screaming contest in the middle of the night. He would hold me just like he did then and assure me that everything was okay.
'Brooke Davis is going to change the world someday. And I'm not sure she even knows it.' I read again.
Did he really think that?
"Broody..." I called out to him softly. He was still very much asleep. He looked cute while he slept, his chest heaved up and down as he snored ever so softly. His blonde hair was moving in every direction as he sometimes tossed to the other side emitting a growl at the movement. Adorable.
"Broody." I called out a little louder, actually getting up and shaking him this time.
"Yeah?" He answered. His eyes were still firmly shut.
"Do you really think this?" I asked him. I couldn't help the blush that immediately coursed up the tips of my cheeks and ended up lingering for longer than I wanted.
"Hmm?" He questioned. He wad completely dead to the world.
"Wake up Luke! I need to know. Do you really believe that?" I asked loudly.
His eyes opened this time.
"Brooke! Its five in the morning. Why are you even awake?" He asked after his eyes scanned the clock that lay on his bedside table.
"I couldn't sleep as I wanted to finish the book. You know I am a slow reader. Now answer the question." I explained as if it was completely okay to wake him up in the middle of the night for this.
Suddenly, I let out a whelp when he lifted me up from my hips and placed me on the bed, lying next to him.
"Go to sleep. We'll talk when the sun comes up." He suggested.
"Lucas Scott!" I yelled this time. He was up for good this time.
"Quiet Brooke. Nathan's next door. At least let one of us have our sleep!" He tried to joke, but he was really tired.
"Yeah whatever. It's Nate. If I know him enough, he is probably writing odes in the loving memory of Haley James! Oh no! I have a Math lesson at seven with her!" I recollected.
"Then sleep you goof!" He laughed at the obviousness of the situation.
"Yeah later. First explain this!" I said, almost throwing the laptop towards him.
"Any difficult words in there?" He joked again.
"Who knew 5 am Lucas Scott was that sarcastic." I remarked. "Anyway, read the beginning lines."
He quickly scanned through the text. I could see his eyeballs move as he quickly read the paragraph I was referring to.
"Well it sounds pretty good to me if you ask." He criticked his own work.
"Do you really believe that?" I asked shyly even though I was asking it for the third time.
"Duh!" He rolled his eyes. I hit him on his arm.
"Stop being so violent Davis!" He said with a deep breath. "But I seriously do mean it Brooke. You are smart and kind and an amazing girl. Only beauty is not your forte. You are destined for greatness Brooke. And its time you believe in yourself."
His eyes were twinkling as he said that. Proof that what he was saying was the absolute truth. I quickly got into his arms and hugged him tight.
"Thank you Lucas. I really mean it." I smiled.
He just chuckled as he returned the embrace.
"So, can you start brainstorming ideas to cause phenomenons after an hour. I really appreciate my sleep time." He begged.
"Go sleep. I'm going to continue reading." I answered before getting off the bed with the laptop and sitting on his study.
I didn't turn around but I could feel his eyes gazing at my back lovingly. What tangled mess was I getting into with my feelings?