My latest obbsession, Chuck/Brooke. A cute little friendship drabble.

Chuck grimaced as a sharp ringing attacked his already agonised hung-over brain. The ringing was replaced with quick knocks. He dragged himself over to the door, ignoring his hazy brain. He swung the door open.

"Who ever it is, will you please-" He froze as he took in the girl standing in the doorway. "Brooke? You're meant to be in Tree Hill."

She looked up through tear stained eye lashes, arms wrapped around her waist protectively, her soft husky voice broken. "Can I come in?"

Chuck nodded shocked and took a step back to invite her in but was sent back by her hugging him. He wrapped his arms around her petite form, resting his chin on her head. "Hey, hey, what's wrong?"

"God. Chuck. Everything." Every word was marred by a sob.

"You're here now. You're safe." He kissed her head and she tightened her grip.

Chuck sat at the bar nursing a cup of coffee as he watched his friend sleeping peacefully on his sofa, a far throw from the girl he had opened his door to earlier. He took a long gulp of his coffee, it waking him up through his hung-over state worse than the realisation some one had hurt his best friend.

His attention was drawn to Brooke as she stirred awake. She groaned and sat up, then took in a sharp breathe and he realised she was remembering everything. He left his coffee cup and sat on the coffee table opposite. She had yet to look him in his eyes since she had arrived.

"Brooke, what happened? Who did this to you? Who do I need to kill?"

"What you going to do? Strangle them with your scarf?" She tried to joke weakly.

He stared at her but her gaze was stuck to the floor. He sighed and tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear. "Brooke, no jokes. That scarf is a trademark. And stop avoiding the subject. What happened?"

She took in a sharp breathe and looked up at him. "They did it again Chuck. Peyton kissed Luke and I had to give him up. He didn't want me, he wanted her." Her voice broke. "He didn't love me. Who could want me? Who could love me?" She dissolved into tears.

Chuck pulled her to him. "I want you. I love you, Brooke Penelope Davis. You're my best friend, how could I not? And I'm going to grab my scarf and get the jet, fly to Tree Hill then strangle Lucas Scott until he realises he needs to get his ideas right and go with you." He smiled as he was rewarded with a soft chuckle.

She drew back and looked him straight in the eye, he saw the love of friendship shining through. She kissed him on the cheek and snuggled back into his shoulder.

"You're my best friend Charles Bartholomew Bass. I love you."

"And you're my best friend, Brooke Penelope Davis. I love you too." He tightened his arms around her as to protect her.

One thing was for sure, he was going to kill Lucas Scott…