Lucas felt someone's hands circling him as he stood talking about the day's practice with Skilz. He turned around, just in time to see Brooke resting her head on his back, hands fast around him.
Now, this is something you don't get to see everyday.
"Now, that's something you don't get to see everyday, man." Lucas was too stunned to reply. He turned around to get a good look, but Brooke just hugged him again, tighter this time, and all Luke could see was her hair.
Lucas couldn't believe it. Here was Brooke Davis, clinging on to him. Lucas felt as if he was living every guy's fantasy, right in the middle of his half brother's party.
Brooke Davis, the girl who wouldn't even look at me if I tattooed the words 'Bitch' on my forehead.
Lucas didn't notice Skilz leaving him. He didn't notice how two songs had ended. He just noticed Brooke. The smell of her hair. The sudden calmness that surrounded him. The way everything felt…
right.
"Ok… too much of Tim's punch and too little friends to talk to can make Brooke real friendly with random guy." Peyton appeared, apparently out of nowhere and pulled Brooke away. "Oh, hi Luke. Not such a random guy after all. I'll take it from here."
"Um… I can take her home. It's on the way." Peyton raised an eyebrow in response.
"Hang on there, boy scout. Last time I checked, bringing Brooke home was under the best friend's work load, not random guy's." The both of them could here Brooke giggle to this. It was short lived as Brooke decided to then puke. Some of it got to Peyton's shoes, which made her winch slightly. Lucas felt lost as he saw Brooke's and Peyton's retreating forms heading for the door. His hands could still feel Brooke's heat.
Lucas gave them a five minute head start before following them.