Brooke stood in front of the mirror, brushing her hair absentmindedly. Her attention was not focused on the brush in her hand, or what she was going to wear, but where she was going. And, more importantly, who was going to be there.
Her red-headed roommate came busting through the bathroom door, a look of excitement on her face. "Come on," she whined, "we're going to be late!" The brunette looked over at her, unable to fight of the happy vibes her friend was putting off.
She set the brush down on the counter, looking towards the mirror. Rachel scoffed and walked away, knowing Brooke wouldn't be done for another ten minutes at the least. Smoothing her black dress down, the brunette let out a heavy breath.
The dress was simple but looked good on her. The neck line, cut into a v, was just deep enough to show the perfect amount of cleavage, and the bottom rested at the perfect spot on her thighs. But, as she fixed her mascara, she couldn't help but feel completely wrong.
Even with Rachel spotting several guys at the mall and trying to convince Brooke to ask one of them out, she just couldn't get back to feeling like herself. After seeing Lucas there with her, she couldn't shake the pain that ached through out her body.
She shook the thoughts from her mind, letting her hair fall over her shoulders. She walked out of the bathroom, slipping on a pair of basic black heels, and grabbed her purse. "Come on," Rachel whined from the other room, "let's go!"
Brooke headed down the stairs where the red-head stood, keys in hand. She followed her roommate out the door and into her car, her eyes looking out the window into the darkening night. Why was she going to this party again?
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Lucas had decided on a simple blue t-shirt and a pair of jeans, both of which didn't lean too far on the side of dressy or casual. He couldn't keep his heart beating a normal rate as he sat on his bed, staring at the clock. Was she going to be there?
He had left the River Court earlier, knowing that Nathan was right; it wasn't too late to fight. Now, he thought to himself, to just figure out how to get her back. His thoughts, however, were interrupted at the sound of a knock on his bedroom door.
Karen stepped in, leaning against the wall for a moment. "So you are going?" she asked, indicating the way her son was dressed. Lucas gave a slight nod as he stood up. "Do me a favor?" she asked.
Lucas pushed his hands into his pockets, watching his mom, curious as to what she wanted this time. "Sure, Ma," he replied, waiting for her to continue. He fiddled nervously with the keys in his pocket.
"Follow your heart," Karen said with a soft smile, "but use your head. And know that, no matter what you do, I will be here to support you." She walked over to her son, pulling him into a loving hug.
Once he broke away, Lucas gave his mom a smile. "Of course I will," he said gently. After kissing her cheek lightly he walked to the other door in his room. He stopped with his hand on the door knob and turn to face his mom again. "Don't stay up," he said with a smile before opening the door and disappearing into the twilight.