Lucas.
I was at Brooke's for the night again. She had come a long way since what she started and I couldn't help but be glad for that.
She is such a sweet girl who has been forced to grow up way before she should have. With her parents messing her up to all that she had to endure at such a young age. Nobody should go through that. She deserves much better. And like I clearly expressed before...
'Brooke Davis is going to change the world someday and I'm not sure if she even knows it yet.'
Anyway, I had just gotten home from a gruelling basketball practice to find Haley trying to get Brooke to do Calculus.
"Haley, I suggest you give up. There is no way in hell that Brooke is ever going to get this stuff." I joked as I grabbed a can of kool-aid from the fridge.
"Is that a challenge, Scott?" Haley questioned enthusiastically.
"You're on James!" I answered in the same tone.
"Hey!" Brooke yelled from between us. "This, you guys are betting on is a person. Not a thing. So back off!"
"In for 20?" I put it out.
Haley nodded her head as Brooke gave an overdramatic groan.
"Go shower Lucas. You stink. Hales and I were just finishing up. And Haley, when you win that money from Lukie here, we are going on a spa day." She made plans. "I am going to slay this test!"
"Tigger, you do know that a spa day costs more than twenty bucks, right?" She asked her slowly as if Brooke was one of those rich dumb girls.
"Tutor Girl, I am not blonde. It's just that you are in a desperate need for a massage and a mani- pedi. So I'm taking you as a thanks for all the effort you put on me to het my grades up." She appreciated her.
"Aww Brooke. You are my best friend. Of course I would help you, whenever you need it." And then they started to hug. I just rolled my eyes and walked away. I didn't get it. Why do girls need to hug ever couple minutes? Their species was beyond me.
"Yeah, I really do need a shower." I said to myself as I entered Brooke's room.
I felt relaxed and calm as soon as the spray jets worked themselves over my sore muscles. Whitey's suicides had been killing me lately, especially with my HCM.
After that heavenly shower, I wrapped myself in a towel and went to her closet to grab some clothes.
Getting comfortable in some sweats, I kneeled down in her cupboard and gazed towards the two boxes she had thrown towards me earlier. Thats when I saw something else. A third box. It wasn't as elaborately decorated as the other two, but the top had a sketch of a girl wearing a yellow and blue sundress.
I sat on her bed, looking through the various papers underneath. Just then, I heard footsteps. Brooke was climbing up the stairs. I straightened my posture as I waited for her delicate frame to emerge quickly.
"Brooke, what is this?" I asked her as calmly as possible.
Her smile vanished the minute she saw what I was holding up towards her.
"Where did you find that?" She yelled.
"Relax Brooke. I was just looking for some clothes when I came across this box." I narrated earnestly.
"You went through my stuff! Lucas!" She yelled even louder.
"No don't you get it? These are beautiful Brooke. You are so talented. I never knew." I spoke admiringly.
The storm passed immediately as her features showed that she had calmed down.
"When did this happen?" I spoke with a chuckle.
"A while ago. I had a lot of free time in New York and a lot on my mind as well. Rachel introduced me to the world of fashion and I had all these great ideas, especially when I saw baby clothes. So I started sketching and designing some baby clothes of my own. Later on I went to sketch some outfits for older women too." She said as she browsed through some of her own sketching. "I imagined having my own company. I called it Clothes Over Bro's, since I sketched on a broken heart, courtesy of you. But I'm over that now. And I called the baby outfits, Baby Brooke."
"Why don't you actually make that into a reality? We can get your designs stitched and make a website and sell them online. Mouth can even help you with the website." I suggested. Didn't I just have the best idea in the world?
"No, they aren't that great. I just did it to stop my head from wandering into a bazillion other directions. Besides, nobody would want to buy my clothes." She shrugged.
"Your art matters Brooke. And believe it or not, they are great." I tried encouraging her yet again.
"Yeah, yeah. Of course you find them great. I have taught you well. You have been trained to say flattery things to me Luke, so what you say eventually doesn't count. Anyway, I really need to shower and then sleep. So, yeah." She answered before stepping into the bathroom and closing the door.