Hey everyone, thanks so much for the reviews, they really encouraging. Also, just to let you know, I have this story completing mapped out in my brain but its just typing it out is what is taking so long. This chapter is a little bit of a filler so it may be a little crappy, I will try to write more soon. thanks again for the reviews.

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It was a bittersweet moment for Lucas. On the one hand, he was ecstatic that Brooke was going to be living with him now. After all, with her here, he could protect her, and if she was staying at her house, alone, he wouldn't have been able to do that. However, from the moment he had realized that she was the one he wanted forever with, he had pictured the moment Brooke and he would live together, and amnesia didn't play any part in that story. As he got lost deeper and deeper in his thoughts, he became aware of the fact that Brooke and finished unpacking and was now staring at him.

"What?" he asked. "Is everything ok?" "Oh everything is great, except I've asked you the same question three times, and you didn't even flinch" she said with a sad smile. "Sorry pretty girl," he replied getting up from the bed and wrapping his arms around her, "what can I help you with?"

"Well Luke, I know its been more then a few years since Jimmy and the shooting at the school, but for me I can only remember up until the time we all took that trip to Rachel's house, How is the skank anyway?" she cut into her own line of thought.

"Actually Brooke" he said with a slight laugh, "you and Rachel turned into being really good friends."

"I don't believe you" she replied pushing him away as if he just said the dumbest thing possible, "I would never be friends with that whore, what possessed me to become friends with her?"

"Ummm, you know I'm not really sure, anyway, is that what you wanted to ask me about or was there something more?" he said, hoping to change the subject quickly.

"Well" she said, suddenly getting serious, "I was wondering if we could go visit Keith's grave. I'm sorry if that is hard for you and we don't have to go if you don't want to, I know it must be hard, what with having to see Jimmy's grave while you are there. I still can't believe he killed Keith" she said with a shudder.

"Oh pretty girl, I have so much to tell you about that, but the short story is that Jimmy didn't kill Keith, it was Dan." he said, still having trouble choking out those words even after all these years.

"Wow" Brooke said sitting on the bed to steady her self, "what kind of world did I wake up to? Dan killed Keith and I'm friends with Rachel, what's next? You and Peyton had a secret relationship behind my back, again?" she joked, not realizing just how close she was to the truth.

Lucas wasn't sure what to say to that. He knew once Brooke gained her memory back she would be hurt all over again but he had promised himself that however much time he had left with this Brooke, he was going to spend making her fall in love with him all over again and he would break through the walls that Brooke had put up 5 years earlier. Also this way, he figured, when she did regain his memory, her love for him would far out weigh the hurt she felt so many years earlier. He wasn't dumb, he knew she would be mad he lied to her about them being together, but he had to hope that the night they had shared after Angie left was a sign that she really did love him, but that she was just scared. Her being here now, living with him, being together with him, he hoped would show her that they really did belong together.

Luckily the doorbell rang and he didn't have to give her an answer. Lucas looked over at Brooke questioningly, "expecting any visitors pretty girl?" he said, but she was already down the hall heading towards the door as she yelled back, "nope, but maybe its my BEST FRIEND RACHEL" she said mockingly, clearly not believing that she and Rachel were ever friends.

As Brooke opened the door, she saw that it really was her best friend. "P. Swayer, I am so pissed off at you!" Brooke said. Thoughts were swirling around Peyton's head, "surely Lucas wouldn't have been so dumb as to tell Brooke about their trip to Vegas, would he?" she thought. "Geez Peyton" Brooke said cutting into her thoughts, "you look like you are about to throw up, I was just kidding, I mean I am a little upset this is the first time I'm actually seeing your face, where the hell have you been? Your best friend has amnesia and all you can do is call my hospital room? What's going on? On god you don't have like five little Pete Wentz's to take care of do you? because Lucas didn't mention anything about you being married and I don't know how much money you have in the eyeliner budget because…" Brooke rambled on as she looked past Peyton, half expecting to see a couple of children in concert t-shirts and eyeliner behind her.

"No Brooke" she replied, half laughing, half really relieved that Brooke wasn't really mad at her. "I'm sorry I haven't been around, I've just been really busy at the record label and I figured I would give you some time to get settled."

The truth was she was really hurting, and to see Brooke and Lucas together hurt just a little too much. Peyton knew that it was supposed to be this way but it didn't make the pain go away any faster. As Brooke pulled Peyton in to the house, she couldn't help that her heart was breaking just a little. It was less then a week ago that she had pulled up to this house, happy as can be, thinking about how it was going to be living here and what she and Lucas' kids were going to be like. And now, she was supposed to just sit here and talk with Brooke in Lucas' living room as if nothing had happened. It was going to be hard, but Peyton knew that it was the least she could do for Brooke, after all, Brooke had always been there for her, it was her turn to be the good friend.