Author's Note: Yes, I'm slow. I meant to put this chapter up a very long time ago, but better late than never right? Also, I'm sorry it's short. But please, enjoy. And depending on the feedback I'll post the next chapters quickly seeing as I already have the whole story written up so don't forget to review.

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Brooke was the one to pull away from their lip lock as she sighed happily and wrapped her arms around his neck. "I missed you."

"I missed you too," he mumbled as he put his hands on her waist.

Brooke smiled at the love and affection that was clearly evident in his eyes. "Really?"

"Of course," he said softly and truthfully.

She stared at him for just a moment longer before she pulled him into the house fully and closed the door behind him.

"Wow," she said as she took a good look at the man in front of her. "Are you sure you're Nathan Scott?"

"Yeah," he laughed. "Why would you even ask?"

"Well, the boy I knew was scrawny and had a mean case of acne," she teased. "You are very muscular and your face looks smoother than a baby's bottom."

"But I do smell better than one right?" he asked playfully.

"Most definitely," Brooke assured him with a nod and smile.

"Phew."

"How've you been Nate?" she asked, wanting to know everything about the man in front of her.

"Honestly…everything just seemed kinda dark without you but now that I'm here…" he said smiling a bit. "It all just seems perfect."

"I still love you," she confessed bluntly.

He grinned. "I love you too."

They just stared at each other, a comfortable silence passing them as they just continued to smile at each other shyly.

"I really did miss you," Nathan breathed out as he stared at her. She still looked as beautiful as ever and he felt like he couldn't take his eyes off her.

"I'm glad," she smiled.

"So…what's gonna happen?" he asked, reluctantly breaking their eye contact to look around at his surroundings.

"Let's not worry about that now," she said as she stepped closer to him.

He stopped looking around as he sensed their closeness. "Brooke…"

"Please, just…let's just think about that other stuff later," she said desperately before capturing his lips.

And he definitely wasn't complaining.

Until…

"Get your dirty paws off my girlfriend!"

Brooke pulled away from Nathan and looked at the person standing at her door with a tired look on her face. "Felix…" she sighed.

Nathan stared at the latino in confusion. Felix? As in the nerd whose ass I used to kick daily? Huh. Go figure. The geek butched up.

"How could you?" the angry man said, directing it at Brooke. "After all we've been through?"

"Felix," she said firmly. "Stop it."

The latino walked up to Nathan, his fiercest glare in place as he sized him up, after a minute or two a smile broke through his face. "Hey Nate, how've you been?"

Now, Nathan was seriously confused and he decided to voice it. "Huh?" he looked at Brooke for an explanation.

"Felix was just playing around with you," then she glared at her friend. "Weren't you."

"Oh yeah, totally," Felix smiled. "But you gotta admit it Scott, I had you scared for a second."

"You wish," he laughed nervously. "Uh…hey Felix about all the crap I did in high school…"

"Water under the bridge," Felix said quickly. "I try to repress everything that's happened in high school…besides I believe in second chances," he smiled looking at the two of them suggestively.

"Right," Brooke drawled out as she began to usher him out the door. "And that's your cue to leave."

"But-" he tried but he saw that she was already gonna close the door so he managed to say, "You better not hurt her!" before it shut completely.

"Glad to see you were in good hands," Nathan commented, slightly amused.

"Yeah," she breathed out exasperately and she blew some hair off her face.

He smirked. "You want to be in even better ones?"

"Are you trying to seduce me?"

"Is it working?"

"You bet your ass it's working," she said seductively before pulling him into her for a passionate and meaningful kiss.

This moment wasn't just about lust.

It was about remembering.

It was about hope.

It was about them.