A/N- Thanks for the review everybody. I am glad you are all enjoying, and I can see a lot of you want the love triangle. Well, it's going to get a little Brucasy in this chapter.

Lucas stood in the doorway, waving good-bye to Bevin, as she pulled out of the driveway. They were over, and he couldn't deny he was upset. But he would move on. After all, there are plenty of fish in the sea, aren't there?

He picked up his cell phone and searched down his contact list for Brooke's cell number. It was under the name "Pretty Girl". He couldn't help but love that nickname he had for her.

With a click of the send button, he called his "Pretty Girl", without a trace of Peyton running through his mind.

Brooke was sitting watching a soap opera; it's what helped her regenerate. Her cell phone was set on vibrate, and it buzzed in the pocket of her jeans. She repositioned herself so she was able to remove her cell phone from her pocket. She read the name of Lucas on the front screen.

She had no nickname for him still.

"Oh well look who's calling."

Lucas was confused, but he laughed.

"Is that alright?"

"Oh yeah, sure thing." She told him as she lowered the volume on the television.

"So what's up with you Mr. Scott?" She asked him.

"Just need somebody to talk to."

"Well then why don't you ask Bevin?" She told him touchily.

He never got a chance to really ask Brooke about that.

"Yeah, what do you think about us anyway?"

Brooke wanted to tell him the truth, but was scared to admit it a little.

"Uh...well...your cute I guess." She said not really sure of what to say.

"Well, not anymore. We broke up."

That sparked Brooke's full attention.

"Oh really? What happened?"

"I'm not really sure. I guess things weren't great anymore."

"Uhuh." Brooke said, thinking about it.

"Well, if you need a shoulder to cry on, I'm here." She told him, thinking she might get her way.

"Alright. I think I might take you up on that offer. How about I meet you at my favorite mom's café?"

She smiled to herself. "I'll be there in 10."

Brooke flipped her phone shut and ran up to Peyton's room. But before she actually got into her room, she slowed down. She wasn't sure if she should tell Peyton or not.

"Hey, P. Sawyer, I'm going out."

Peyton looked up from her art work, gee; did that girl have a social life?

"Where to B. Davis?"

"Oh, just out, you know."

Peyton raised an eyebrow at her, but didn't feel like dragging out the truth from Brooke.

"Uhuh, well, I'll be here."

"I love you P. Sawyer." She told Peyton as she walked out the doorway.

At Karen's Café…

Lucas was sitting at a table, sipping a coffee. He had already ordered Brooke one, because he could always remember what she liked. Black coffee. No sugar. No crème.

Brooke arrived and took a deep breath in. Then released it. She hadn't been to Karen's in 4 years. It felt nice, and cozy. She looked around for a moment, to spot Lucas.

She smiled at him as she sat down across from him.

"Hey you. Aww, you got me a coffee." She told him and then looking down at her coffee.

"Thanks Luke."

"Sure thing, pretty girl."

Brooke hadn't been called that in 4 years either.

"Broody." She said quietly to herself.

"So Brooke, we didn't really get a chance to talk the other night. How's life been treating you?"

Brooke rolled her eyes. "Oh please, we all know my life has been in the dumps."

"Why would you say that?"

"Chase dumped me, my clothing line is falling back, and I am deeply in love with somebody who doesn't love me back."

Her eyes popped open wide. She couldn't believe she had just said that to Lucas. She knew he would ask her who.

"Who might that be?" He asked curiously.

"Did I say that I love somebody who loves me back? Oopps. Didn't mean to, words got jumbled." She said rambling on, but she knew he didn't believe her.

"And surely I haven't known you for 7, 8 years, to tell your lying."

Brooke sighed. "You ass."

He laughed and pretended to defend himself.

"What did I do?"

"Nothing, I am sorry Luke." She said playfully being apologetic.

"So who is this guy?"

Brooke had to come clean. She couldn't keep it inside anymore.

She fiddled with her hands, bit her lip, and looked up at him nervously. '

"Lucas Eugene Scott."

Lucas was speechless. He should have seen it coming. He still had feelings for her, from all those years. Yet, he still had some feelings for Peyton, her best friend.

"Oh, okay."

Brooke picked her purse up from off the floor next to her, and stood to leave.

"I'm just going to go. Thanks for the coffee." She said turning to leave.

As she walked on the street, embarrassed as hell, she heard her name being called after her.

It was Lucas.

"Brooke, hey, wait up a second." He was chasing after her.

She turned to look at him, and he grabbed her and pulled her into a kiss. God did she miss those kisses. The kiss was long, and sweet.

"Brooke, I think I know how you feel." He told her, holding her arm.

"And..."

"And, I would like to kiss you again."

She laughed, as she put her arms around his neck and kissed him quite a few times.

"Oh shit." Brooke said after she pulled back.

"What's wrong?" Lucas asked, he thought he was a good kisser.

"Peyton."

Lucas totally forgot about her too.

"Oh, right."

"We both have feelings for you. I mean, she did say I could have you."

"In that case, Brooke Davis, will you be my girlfriend?"

It was so juvenile, like back in the high school days.

She smiled and nodded.

"Yes, I would love to be your girlfriend."

Now how was Brooke going to tell Peyton this?

A/N- So, what about that? Reviews are love!