Alright guys, this is it. It's over. I have officially finished the first story I have ever written. I apologize for the wait, but hopefully you enjoy the conclusion. I cannot thank you all enough for reading and reviewing. I never would have finished this without the support from each and every one of you.

This chapter is dedicated to four very special people. First to Jess, you wanted to be the first, and now you are. This is to her for sitting down and reading and reviewing every chapter just because she knew how much it meant to me.

That being said, this is for Sam who pushed me to start writing in the first place, and has been with me ever since. And for Amanda because the first chapter of her new Brathan fic, He Said Forever, was just the inspiration I needed to finish this up. And last but not least to Cathy just because she is Cathy and I love her. Lots and lots and lots.

Oh and please ignore any typos. It was late and I was way to excited to wait.

Chapter 22- Whenever You Remember

When you look back on times we had
I hope you smile
And know that through the good and through the bad
I was on your side
When nobody could hold us down
We claimed the brightest star
And we, we came so far
And no they won't forget, yeah

"Brooke are you ready?"

Haley's voice Broke her out of her trance and she turned from the full-length mirror after checking her appearance one last time. "You bet you ass I'm ready, Tutorwife," she grinned as she sauntered out of the dressing room and into the back of the church.

She watched as Haley and Peyton sat there and made odd expressions at her as she walked by. "What, guys do I have something on my dress?"

Peyton unceremoniously giggled as she gripped Haley's hand t keep from crying. "You look beautiful Brooke," she exclaimed, trying to keep her tears at bay. She knew Brooke would yell if any bit of the thunder was taken from her today of all days.

"I still can't believe you're wearing white," Haley lovingly teased her brunette friend, knowing that if she didn't lighten the mood, they would all start crying and ruin their makeup.

"Not all of us got married at sixteen Haley, and white is pretty. Besides, the lightening hasn't struck me down yet, so I guess God is okay with my choice in wedding attire." Brooke pouted as she stood at the back of the church being poked and prodded by the wedding planner she hired for the big day.

"I can't believe this is it. I'm finally getting to marry Lucas." The two bridesmaids looked to Brooke as she said the words, but both knew her mind was wandering from the far-off expression on her face. "Do you two remember the day that we were all brought together again?"

This time it was Peyton's turn to get the far-away look on her face as she loving looked down at the solitaire engagement ring that adorned her own finger. "Like it was yesterday."

"Broody, will you get me a blanket I'm cold." Brooke whined from her current position on top of her boyfriend of three months.

"Well Cheery, I would, but there are two problems with that. One, you are on me and you would have to move, and two Nathan and Haley are making out on top of the blanket you want me to get you." Lucas laughed as he watched his brother and his wife make out on top of the blankets they had brought out for a picnic at the Rivercourt.

"Well, I don't want to move, so we'll have to find another way to get that blanket," she winked and then did exactly what Lucas expected her to do.

"P.Sawyer. Come here," she called to the curly blonde who was sitting a few feet away sketching in her book, and trying to ignore the two happy couples that she was surrounded by constantly.

Lucas laughed behind Brooke's shoulder, "You know she is going to kill you, don't you?"

"She loves me."

"And so do I," Lucas responded before turning Brooke in his lap and kissing her.

"If you two called me over here just so I could watch you make out, I have a news flash for you. I see it all the time." Peyton laughed as she rolled her eyes playfully and sat down next to her best friends. She didn't mind the constant coupley-ness from them all most of the time, but sometimes she felt a small twinge of jealousy when she realized that Jake wasn't there for her to be all coupley with. But of course she was Peyton, so she would never admit any of this, not even to Brooke or Haley.

"Oh hush, you know you enjoy the free show."

"Peyton nudged Brooke playfully and asked, "So what was so important that you had to interrupt me from drawing to come over here?"

"Will you get me a blanket?" Brooke asked in a sugary tone as she pointed over at Nathan and Haley who were still making out on top the blankets.

"Brooke," Peyton yelled in mock annoyance as her best friend made puppy dog eyes at her. "I can't believe you called me over here to get you a blanket. Wait, yes I can, I just can't believe I was stupid enough to fall for it. Besides, if you're so cold, why don't we go home. We've been out here for hours."

"Why don't we stay a little longer, something pretty amazing might happen."

Peyton rolled her eyes again, but nodded nonetheless. "Only if we can get the newlyweds over there to quit making out."

"Nate, why don't we play a game of one on one," Lucas called out, hoping that basketball would be the one thing to distract him from Haley's lips. Lucas was right, as Nathan finally came up for air, and Haley blushed a little awkwardly from being caught blatantly groping her husband.

"You plan on loosing big brother?" Nathan cockily asked as he sauntered over to the group and went to retrieve the ball they left at the court.

"I never lose," Lucas laughed as he watched Brooke face him with a worried look in her eye.

"Broody, are you sure you can play?"

Kissing her forehead reassuringly, he said, "The doctors cleared me for light physical activity because of how well the medication is working. And besides, if you haven't gotten my heart rate overexcited, I doubt a little ball will." He raised his eyebrows suggestively at her.

Whispering seductively in his ear she said, "Well, beat Nathan and we'll see how excited I can make you."

"Guys," Peyton yelled as she tossed the coveted blanket forcefully at the now kissing couple. "Can't you two do anything else.

Breaking apart, Lucas moved Brooke off his lap, jumped up and then extended his hand to her. "No," they grinned simultaneously.

"Whatever. At least watching the boys play ball is more entertaining."

"For you maybe," Brooke giggled as she bumped hips with Peyton and laughed as Haley came around to her other side, blanket in tow, covering all three girls.

The boys started playing and the girls took turns cheering for their favorite Scott. Nathan pouted when Haley accidentally cheered for Lucas as he made a great play. The game continued for a little while with the girls losing a bit of interest, even with the sweaty boys before them. Haley sighed contently as she rested her head on Brooke's shoulder and watched as Peyton once again worked diligently on her sketch of the three of them.

"Today was almost perfect," she said, the lazy days of early summer starting to take hold of her.

Brooke carefully nudged Haley as she saw a much anticipated figure walking up to the group. "I think its about to get a little better," she grinned before getting Peyton's attention. "Don't you think P. Sawyer?"

"Nate, I think old Luke here could use a little saving from the ass kicking your giving him. Maybe I should show you the tricks you've forgotten since I've been gone."

Everyone stopped as the familiar voice broke through. Nobody moved, especially the curly blonde who stood there, eyes wide, trying to figure out if she was imagining things.

"Jake."

And like lightening she was off the bench and in his arms, hugging him for all she was worth.

Nathan and Brooke exchanged knowing winks as they saw Peyton truly smile for the first time in a long time.

"Sometimes they come back, right Peyton?" Nathan smiled as he pulled Haley in his arms and watched the tender scene before them.

Peyton stood there for what seemed like hours just relishing in his touch. "You're back?" she asked, almost afraid to know the answer.

"I told you, forever wouldn't be long enough. I'm back, for good." he added after a moment.

Looking into his eyes, she asked the question they both already knew the answer to. "Why?"

"You." he stated simply and then captured her lips in a searing kiss.

Brooke smiled at the scene as she pulled Lucas closer. They had all had their share of trials and tribulations, but they were together again, all six of them. Just the way it should be.

The girls all smiled at the memory, and at how life had seemed to work out for all of them after that. Still thick as thieves, the group had been inseparable since then, and still were to this day.

"It seems like we were so young back then," Haley mused as the wedding planner shuffled the girls into their rightful places in the wedding party.

"Looks like we're all grown up now, huh B. Davis?" Peyton laughed as she took her place right beside Haley. Brooke refused to pick between the two so she had dubbed them her maid and matron of honor and requested that they walk down the isle together, because they both earned that special right.

"Yeah I guess we have," Brooke contentedly smiled as she thought about how far they had all come. "Now we just have to get you hitched P.Sawyer, soon-to-be Jagielski, and we will be all set."

"Let's make it through this wedding first, okay Brooke," Peyton laughed as the music started to play.

"I think that's our cue, see you at the other end of the isle, Mrs. Scott," Haley winked as they were ushered out of the room and towards their men who were all undoubtedly waiting on the other side.

When you think back on all we've done
I hope you're proud
When you look back and see how far we've come
It was our time to shine
And nobody could hold us down
They thought they'd see us fall
But we, we stood so tall
And no we won't forget, yeah

Brooke stood at the back of the church just waiting for her cue to walk down the isle and to the love of her life. She couldn't believe how far they had come, all of them, and just how happy they had been.

She thought about graduation day, as they all said good-bye to THS and to the part of their past that made them the young adults they were. She remembered the last time she stepped foot in the Durham Fieldhouse, and the contentment she found when it was Lucas who led her out, and to the beginning of her future.

She thought back to their first year in college, the awful apartments they all shared and the ridiculous arguments they had over teams and dishes.

She remembered the days that she thought she and Lucas were going to kill each other, just to later realize those were the days that had made them the strongest.

As she heard the wedding march begin to play, and saw the congregation rise, she knew it was time to complete one more milestone in her life, and once again, Lucas would be there, leading her out, and towards the beginning of her future.


And we, we came so far
You know that we, we showed them all
And no they won't forget, yeah

She took the first steps down the isle, and that was when she saw him, baby blue eyes and sandy blonde hair. He was smirking at her with his trademark Scott grin, and she was filled with an overwhelming sense of peace. This was the happiest she had ever been, and she knew without a doubt, that she and Lucas had found their "end" and that it was each other. As she got closer, she caught his eye, saw his smile, and was instantly transported back to the night when he had asked her to be his forever.

"Why are you guys making me do this? I don't want to talk to him. You are supposed to be my friends, MY friends, not helping him in this insane plot to make me forgive him. He does not exist to me." Brooke Davis sat in the back seat of Haley's car, arms folded, a permanent scowl etched on her pretty little features and a pout the size of Texas on her face.

"Brooke, he does exist, he is your boyfriend and you love him." Peyton leaned over from the front seat and patted her friend patronizingly on the arm.

"I do not. He is stupid. I do not love stupid people."

"I still don't know why you are mad at him in the first place." Haley interjected from her position in the driver's seat.

Peyton rolled her eyes at Haley's comment, she knew it was going to spark yet another tirade from their eccentric best friend. Shifting back into her seat, she sighed as she waited for the Brooke Davis explanation.

"I am mad because I am going to die an old maid."

"Brooke, you're only twenty-one," Haley blurted out, but was silenced by the glare Brooke was giving in the rear-view mirror.

"Peyton gets engaged before me, and what does Lucas do? He ignores all the signs that I want to get engaged and tells me he thinks we should wait a few more years. I do not want to wait a few more years. This is the boy that is supposed to be head over heels in love with me. It should not take him a few more years to make me his wife. Brooke Davis will not wait around forever, I want my pretty ring now." She finished with a huff and continued to pout with her arms folded across her chest in the back seat.

Peyton and Haley shared a knowing look as they pulled into the old parking lot at the River Court. They knew that Brooke would be singing a different tune as soon as she spoke to Lucas.

"Aright Brooke, we're here. You have to get out the car and talk to Lucas. Now." Peyton said in the sternest of tones.

"No."

"Brooke, don't you dare make me haul my pregnant self out of this car and physically remove you from the vehicle." Brooke caught the look in Haley's eyes and knew that Tutorwife meant business.

"Fine," she huffed as she unhappily grabbed the knob and threw the car door open. "Just because I'm listening to you doesn't mean I'm happy about it."

"We know sweetie," Haley said as she and Peyton started to drive away before Brooke could jump back in the car. "But you will be, trust us." And then they were gone.

Brooke sighed as she turned around and faced the Rivercourt, grumbling as she did. All of her mutters of protest died in her throat and she saw the concrete was filled with rose petals and covered in candles.

"Lucas?" she called out when she didn't see anyone in sight. "Please tell me its you, and I'm not being Punk'd."

"Hey Pretty Girl."

There he was standing in a tux, holding out a single rose to her. As she took the rose in her hand, she smiled despite herself. He had been the only boy to pay attention to the fact that she hated red roses or pink roses. He was the only one that knew she liked to be different, and her favorite roses were peach with a crimson tip; Romance roses. Breathing in its scent, she realized that the term fit, this scene was definitely bordering on romantic.

"Did you do all of this just so I would speak to you?" she tried to glare, but instead her thought betrayed her and she sent him the tiniest of smiles.

"That was the plan." His smile melted her heart and she knew she was putty in his hands, despite the fact that she was still mad at him. "Is it working?"

"Maybe," she coyly responded as he led her to the small table set up in the middle of the court. "Lucas what are you doing?"

Lucas didn't respond, but instead simply dropped down to one knee and gently grabbed her tiny hand is his much larger one.

"I'm trying to ask you a question. A very important question," he said as he used his free hand to fiddle with the bow-tie around his neck.

"But I thought you wanted to wait a few years. I was mad at you, why did you make me get mad at you?"

He chuckled lightly as she fired off questions at his in typical Brooke Davis form. He knew that if he didn't so something to quiet her, she was going to go on all night.

"I made you mad a me because I didn't want to ruin the surprise when I asked you to marry me."

"Marry you?" she choked out, barely even able to breathe. Here he was, doing everything right, and she couldn't even gather up the words to speak.

"Yes marry you. I want to marry you Brooke Davis, I want to marry you today, I wanted to marry you yesterday, and I sure as hell will want to marry you tomorrow." he smiled as he saw her dimpled grin through the tears that were slowly making their way down her cheeks.

"Why?" she asked, and he knew that she wasn't doubting him , but that she still simple needed to know why she was the woman he wanted to be his wife.

"Because you are the only woman that can make me love her to pieces even when she is being unreasonable. Because I know that every time you have a good idea or a new sketch you are going to find me or wake me up, just to see if I like it. Because you wear my clothes and steal my socks just so my scent lingers with you the whole day. Because I know you have had this planned in your head forever and I had to do it right so you can have the perfect story to tell our grandkids. Because I know you wanted it to be like this, just the two of us on some random Tuesday so that you can have just one more day that is special to only us. And," he paused as he pulled out a black box from his pocket. "Because I know that all you have ever wanted was a ring exactly like this because it reminded you of your grandmother and you used to worship her as a child."

He stopped for a moment as he placed the perfect cushion cut diamond with channel set diamond accents on her finger, and watched as she shook and cried, and smiled that melting smile at him. "And lastly, because its always been you. You've been the only girl to really get into my heart, and I cannot imagine spending one more day without you as my wife. So I am asking you, Brooke Penelope Davis, will you marry me?"

She sat there stunned for just a second before she launched herself out of the chair she had been sitting on and into his arms, knocking them both to the ground. "Yes. Oh my God, YES!" she cried as she placed small, quick, soft kisses on his face.

Smiling down at him from her position on his chest, she grabbed him one last time, and kissed him with everything in her. Then she pulled away, and swatted him on the arm - hard.

"Owww, what was that for," he laughed as he pulled her closer to him. "You are not allowed to abuse your fiancé."

"That was for making me get mad at you," she pouted before smiling widely at him and bending down to kiss him once again.

"Yes m'am," he laughed as he gently flipped them over so that he was carefully positioned above her, staring happily into her eyes.

"Lucas, say it again," she playfully prodded.

"Say what, the word fiancé?" he asked as he pretended to pause and guess what she was talking about.

She purred contentedly, "It feels good to hear you call me that."

"It feels good to say it," he winked as he started trailing kisses down her neck. Giggling al the way, Brooke laughed as the two lovers made great use of the deserted court, the roses and the candles.

Whenever you remember I'll be there
Remember how we reached that dream together
Whenever you remember

She made her way down the isle, and finally to her groom, he grabbed her hand, and winked at her, and she knew that this was right.

She smiled as she looked at her two best friends, and then turned to see the men that had been their true loves. She smiled again as Lucas gently kissed her hand and recited words that only he could come up with. She cried as she recited her own, and looked into his eyes. She saw nothing but love reflecting back, and she knew deep in her heart that they would always be this way.

She smiled at the priest and knew that it was finally time.

"Do you Brooke Davis, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?" She heard the preacher ask the question, but all she could do was get lost in the baby blue eyes of the first and only boy she had ever loved.

She heard herself say "I do" and then heard him repeat the same.

The words were spoken and they were declared husband and wife. She was officially Mrs. Lucas Scott and there was no greater feeling in the world.

Brooke giggled as she saw his hand come up to her face and gently cup it. "Are you sure you want to be stuck with me forever?" she grinned as he brought his lips closer to hers.

"I wouldn't want it an other way," he smiled back before capturing her lips in his own and marking the start of their new life. Together.

As they walked hand in hand down the isle, smiling for the cameras, watching as their friends and family all sheered them on, Brooke realized that this is what perfect felt like. This was the one day that she would always remember as the day that all her dreams came true. Because as silly as it sounded, Lucas was the only dream that mattered.

Everything else, they would achieve together.

Whenever you remember times gone by
Remember how we reached that dream together
Whenever you remember

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That's it, Its over and hopefully I have done it justice. I thank you all for your encouragement and support, and I do hope that you leave me a review and let me know what you think. They are always very much appreciated, and besides, this is the last time you'll get your chance. lol. Thank you all for sticking it out. I hope I did not disappoint.

-Maggie