I do not own One Tree Hill …

I tried my hardest to make this a longer chapter. Photo booth romance has pointed out that I have not been writing "chapters" and I didn't even notice until she pointed it out, how sad is that??. I don't have a lame excuse telling you why I suck at writing except that I try my best. Unfortunately for some of us, trying doesn't mean perfection. I appreciate all criticism and sorry to those who are disappointed in my story. Hope you enjoy the chapter and feel free to review to tell me how I went. )

You're like a star, but I would never add you to the sky!

As tears fall from his eyes, only time could explain that it would not bring her back. A lifetime without his soul mate seemed like a waste of time. The world carried on like normal, except his world had changed drastically. Lucas kept closing his eyes wishing that there were a rewind button but as his eyelids fluttered open all he saw was the orange shade mixed with a crimson red sunset. Every time the sun appeared or the moonlight lit up the rooms in his beach house, regrets surfaced. Using his hands to wipe the remainder of tears left on his cheeks, pushing aside all leftover thoughts. Gazing out at the sunset only brought back memories of what use to be. Frustrated about the past yet worried about the future, those were the only thoughts that occupied Lucas' mind.

Opening her eyes to the strange setting, her heartbeat raced to the limit. Yet when she took in her surroundings, she felt like she was in a haven of calm. A soft palette of whites and creams garnished the bedroom. White fresh lilies settled in stone vases and the beautiful off white curtain that draped on the floor letting in minimal natural light. What caught her eye was an antique dressing table. The workmanship put into it, the floral carvings and gold specks used as a base coat. Brooke couldn't help but get out of bed, wrapping the sheet around her body. Her hands delicately touched the table, rubbing it gently to get a feel of the wood but a photo displayed commanded her attention. Her blonde curls, she wasn't even facing the camera yet that one photo had made that room complete.

Curiosity was getting to her like, here she was in a bra no less, and quite sure that a certain brooding blonde had helped her when she wasn't feeling well. It was still a bit blurry but there was only one way to find out. Walking towards the door leading to the sitting area, the French inspired furniture simply bedazzled her. Everything was precise, immaculate, and breathtaking. She couldn't point out what it was, but who ever decorate this place has stunning taste.

Bringing Brooke to his beach house was no doubt unexpected but considering the situation, it was his only option. He was anticipating her wake, yet at the same time he could do without questions from the feisty brunette. Lucas didn't know why he wanted to protect her, but whatever the reason, the wanting became desperation.

Lucas was brought out of his daze from the sound of her voice.

" Was this your only way to get me to go home with you?" He looked at her free form, sheets clenched around her body, strands of hair lying gently on her shoulders. He should stop staring but his eyes wouldn't tear away from her. Even after the ordeal, she still had a sense of humour.
" I should be asking you the exact same thing, pulling a stunt so you could go home with me". Chuckles escaped the lips of the two people that occupied the balcony.

"As much I love the beach, I have to say I'm a bit underdressed for the weather, can I borrow a shirt?" Lucas gets up and scavenges through his wardrobe for the smallest shirt he owned. Finally finding one, the one. Taking the shirt off the rack, he turns to look at Brooke, she stands, hands gripped on the rail as the wind caresses her face. Her eyes close taking in a breath of fresh air. A smile graces his features.

Flashback

"I love you so much Luke"

"I love you too Peyt, especially in my shirt, haha"

"Why do you have such a small shirt, I just ripped the tag off, so it must still be new"

"I got the wrong size so I just left it there hoping you would put it on and show me your sexy legs" He smothers his face in the crook of her neck, leaving gentle kisses.

"Thanks…. Umm.. Lucas, I know I didn't impress you with my filing skills, but I'm sure I would have completed the set task if I didn't come down with a temperature. So what I'm trying to say is can I have another chance. Oh and by the way, thanks for taking care of me. I know I'm rambling and all; I just want to be successful without handouts from my parents. I just need your help, that's all" His look was unreadable, yet his eyes were gentle and comforting. Silence overtook the room, and it was like he was trying to read her. At first, Lucas thought of her to be one of those girls that leeched their way to wealth but after reading her file, she already had that. She had it all apart from independence. Help was what she needed, his mind slowly drifts back, wondering why a stranger could ask for his help but how come Peyton never could, someone he knew like the back of his hand.

"You want the job, you got it, but I want to assign you a new role because I think you're not up the management job yet"

"Sure, that's fine, I mean I am inexperienced so landing that role was kind of unrealistic"

"You'll be my new personal assistant. I'm paid on a salary therefore there are no exact hours I finish my contracts, sometimes it might be 1pm I finish, other times I could be working into the early hours. So you need to understand that you go wherever I go, business trips, lunches, you get the picture. So are you sure you want the job?"

"Sure, sure.YES!!"