Beach
"It's now officially summer, and that means we are now officially a summer romance." Brooke said as she and Lucas walked along the sand.
"Do I get to keep you at the end of summer?"
"Of course." Brooke put her arms around his neck, and kissed him.
"Brooke…"
"Hmmm?"
"There's something I've been meaning to talk to you about?" Lucas said seriously.
She looked at him, "What is it? Is something wrong?"
"No. Everything's perfect. You're perfect."
"Then what?"
Lucas reached into his back pocket, pulled out something, and got down on one knee. Brooke gasped, and her hand flew to her mouth.
"I love you, Brooke. I know we've had our ups and downs, maybe more than the average couple, but we're here now, and that's all that matters. I'm here with you. You're my dream, my everything. We're meant to be together, and I'm the guy for you. You're my Pretty Girl. Brooke Davis, will you marry me?"
Brooke looked at him, "Yes!" she said softly
"Really?"
"Yes! I will marry you." Brooke said, laughing. She threw her arms around him, and he picked her up and spun her around. They fell into the sand, and she rolled on top of him, and they kissed. Her eyes shining, she said, "I love you."