AN: This is a BRUCAS fic, so please keep that in mind as you proceed.
I'm not sure how I feel about this, but I'm trying to move things along a little bit. There will be more interactions with other characters (Nathan, Haley, etc) in the next chapter. I just felt like introducing Peyton and Rachel more this chapter since they'll be playing key roles later on.
Brooke adjusted her hair and smoothed her red dress, smiling at herself in the mirror. She felt confident, cleaned up, for the first time in almost 4 months. Picking up her purse, she walked towards the living room, smiling as she saw Lucas struggling with his bowtie, while Lily was sleeping in her baby carrier.
"Sit down broody." She laughed, pushing the blonde into a chair. "If there's one thing my shit show of a father taught me, it was how to tie a bowtie."
"My hero." He joked, watching her face as she expertly tied the perfect bow around his neck. A smile spread across his face as she straightened herself up. "Thanks cheery."
"Don't mention it. We should probably get going though, don't want to worry Haley and Nathan on their big day." Tossing him the baby bag, she made sure she double checked that she had what she needed; present, spare makeup, extra pacifier incase Lily rejects her normal one, sweater. "Alright, I'm ready."
"Same here." He picked up the carrier and together they made their way to the car. Buckling the baby in, Lucas hopped into the driver's seat as Brooke finished settling in next to him. "And for the record, it's not really their big day, they already had that." She playfully shoved him and laughed.
"Let's just get there in one piece, shall we?"
"As you wish." He smiled, hoping she caught the hint from an old movie they watched with Haley once (more like she forced them to watch it). But she didn't seem to notice.
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Walking down the aisle with Brooke felt right to Lucas. She was relaxed, leaning into him slightly, a genuine smile spread across her face. Reaching the end of the aisle, they parted to stand off to the respective sides, but continued to make eye contact throughout the ceremony. Brooke and Lucas were in their own little bubble. But once the reception started, the questions started.
"When are you two going to have your big day?" One woman asked as Brooke fed Lily and Lucas stroked the baby's hair.
"Oh no we aren't-" Brooke tried to start, but got cut off by another woman approaching them.
"She's so adorable! How long have you two been together?" And the questions kept coming. It seemed like the others were more keen on asking questions than getting the answers, because Brooke and Lucas never had a chance to answer. It felt like they endured the questions for hours before it was time for Lucas' best man speech.
"Can I have everybody's attention?" He asked, clearing his throat. Brooke smiled at him from across the room, giving him a little more confidence to speak. "I'm Lucas Scott, the best man, and brother to the groom. My brother, Nathan and I, have had a very rocky relationship. We didn't start out on the best of terms, in fact, we hated each other with a passion. But, my best friend Haley, married him. And that said a lot to me, it said that there had to be some good inside of him if one of the sweetest people I knew ended up with him. Now, I'm proud to say he's not only my brother, but my best friend. If I know one thing, I know for a fact, my brother loves Haley. He would do anything for her, and he's going to love her forever. But let this be known Nate, you might by my brother, if you hurt her, I'll kick your ass. To Nathan and Haley!"
"To Nathan and Haley!" Everyone called back, taking a sip of their drink before Brooke took the mic from him.
"Hello everybody, I'm Brooke Davis, maid of honor, Haley's best friend. Now, for those that don't know, Haley and I became best friends over a popsicle. It was in May, we were in Preschool, and our teacher had given us all those popsicles with two sticks inside of them, which meant more popsicle for each of us. Nathan wasn't exactly the nicest person at the time, and knocked Haley's popsicle out of her hand. Very promptly, I stomped on his foot and took his own popsicle and gave it to her. Who would have thought that the boy who tossed her popsicle in the sand would end up being her husband? I'm proud to be best friends with both of them, and I wish them nothing but the best. To Nathan and Haley!" Brooke held her glass up and everyone repeated the same cheers they did with Lucas.
Taking her seat next to the blonde again, Lucas leaned over and whispered in her ear.
"You put my speech in the grave." She elbowed him jokingly and he laughed in response. "Take a compliment for once Davis."
"A compliment? From Lucas Scott? Hmm… I'll pass." He shook his head and looked at Lily, who was staring at them with her big blue eyes.
"Tell mommy she's hurting daddy's feelings." He cooed, causing her to roll her eyes. Grabbing the baby's hand, he held it out to point at Brooke, "Mommy you're hurting daddy's feelings!" He did his best to imitate a baby voice, causing the brunette to choke back a laugh.
"Lucas Scott, you truly are going to be the death of me." Shaking her head, she leaned over and kissed Lily's cheek. "He is Lily pad, he really is!"
"Sorry to interrupt this touching family moment," They both looked up to see Peyton, who was forcing a smile. "Lucas, can I speak to you?"
"I thought I made it clear I didn't want to speak to you anymore." Lucas mumbled, coaxing the pacifier back into Lily's mouth, breaking eye contact with her.
"Please, it's important." Brooke nudged him slightly, giving him a stern look. Sighing, he stood up and followed the blonde to a corner away from Brooke and the baby.
"What do you want Peyton?"
"I want you back."
"Jesus Christ, this was so important to you? You ripped me away from my family to tell me the same thing I've heard for months?" Looking back, he saw Brooke was now talking to his brother and sister-in-law, Lily resting in her lap. She was using Lily to relax herself, he could tell from her posture and anxious look in her eyes.
"I've been thinking, and I could be a good mom Lucas. I really could, we could do it. We could even get married and-" Lucas scoffed and shook his head.
"You called Lily baggage. You made your decision months ago Peyton. Sorry, but the position of mother has already been filled."
"Come on Luke, you don't mean that! Is Brooke even doing that good of a job? It seemed like months before Lily was born all she cared about was getting drunk and partying." Lucas frowned and felt his blood boiling.
"Don't talk about Brooke like that. She is a good mother, she takes better care of Lily than I do, she has taught me everything I know. Brooke is supposed to be your best friend, not somebody you shame to try and earn a spot back in my heart. I hate to break it to you Peyton, but you're too late." Turning around to walk away, Peyton reached to grab his hand.
"You're in love with her aren't you?" Before he could respond, her hand was removed from his and he turned around to see Rachel standing between them.
"Listen up she-devil, I'm going to say this once and only once, so listen up. Lucas isn't yours anymore, frankly, I don't think he was ever yours in the first place. If you haven't noticed, he's already happy with the family he has now. I've been watching you play victim for weeks now and I'm getting a little bit tired. So sit down or I'll make you." Peyton stood stunned for a moment, before turning around and walking away swiftly.
"Thanks Rachel." He said softly, earning a smile from the redhead.
"No problem Lucas. And don't worry, I'm not here to try and win your heart. Nathan, Haley and I have a bet going on for when you and Brooke will get together, and I saw a cute purse that I want. So you should get on that soon." With that, she disappeared onto the dance floor, leaving the blonde to make his way back up to Brooke and Lily.
"Everything alright? You seem kind of mad now." Brooke asked, visibly concerned for her friend.
"Yeah I'm good, um, do you want to dance?" He asked quickly, looking in her eyes and seeing them light up. "I can get Skills to watch Lily for a little."
"I'd love to dance." She smiled, taking his hand. Quickly calling out for Skills, his friend smiled at his request.
"Anything for you my man!" He took a seat in front of the baby and Lucas led Brooke to the dance floor, placing his hands on her waist as she wrapped her own around his neck.
"Thanks for this. It's kind of nice to get a break from Lily every once in a while." Looking down she became timid. "Not that I don't love her with my whole heart, I do, I really do. It's just-" Removing one hand from her waist and forcing her to look him in the eyes, he smiled.
"Brooke, relax. It's okay to want a break from her once in a while. Come on, let's just dance for a little." She nodded and smiled at him before resting her head on his chest. They swayed to the music for a couple songs before she spoke again.
"This is nice Luke."
"Yeah, it is. The reception is nice." She nodded awkwardly, looking at him with a smile on her face.
"Who would have thought I would be going to my best friend's wedding with Lucas Scott?"
"Who would have thought I would be going with Brooke Davis?" He countered, causing her to laugh.
"Please, I'm not that amazing…" She blushed, her entire face feeling hot.
"Yeah, you kind of are." This made her blush even deeper, if that was even possible. "I appreciate everything you've done for me the past 4 months Brooke. You're the best friend anyone could have ever asked for." Her smile faltered a little, and he frowned. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing… It's just… I don't think I feel like dancing anymore. I'm gonna go check on Lily." Quickly, she disappeared to go back to their table.
"Brooke! Brooke wait I'm-" He ran a hand over her face as he saw she had made it back to the table. "Congratulations Lucas Scott, you're truly the dumbest person ever."
Here's chapter two! I know it went up kinda fast… And ends kind of confusing and a little abruptly. I kind of just wanted to get these first 2 chapters over with so I could move things along. Excuse the mistakes please! Feel free to leave a POSITIVE review.