Wow thanks so much you guys! I really do have to thank Seth - n - Summer4ever because her review got me to start writing the fourth chapter so soon after updating the 3rd one. I'm sorry though it took me a while to finish it, but I'm proud to say this is the longest chapter I have ever written. By the way, in the very first chapter when Lucas asked Brooke if she drove to the abandoned lifeguard house and she said yes, I want to change that, so she actually walked there. Also, I'm sorry if there are spelling errors or if I use words in the wrong context. So here it is and I hope it doesn't disappoint you guys : D

Disclaimer: As always I don't own anything

Flashbacks are in italics

Chapter Four

Lucas's POV

When I walked from the courtyard back into the school building I felt my heart beating slightly fast and I couldn't wipe that stupid smile off my face for the rest of the day. I have never felt this way before. When I kissed her it felt like everything in my life was actually coming together. I think I'm falling for her, hard and fast.

I heard the last bell of the day and left Tree Hill High to find my motorcycle. When I got there I saw her straddling my bike. Her tight black dress was hiked up, just enough to reveal more of her perfect legs, but not too much as to think she was slutty, so she could sit on the black leather seat. She had taken her jacket off from earlier exposing her creamy skin covering her arms and shoulders. On her right wrist was a thick silver bangle with a BSP engraved on it. Thick black sunglasses were covering her beautiful hazel eyes, her cheeks were slightly freckled from the sun and her lips were covered in a shiny glass. She was perfect.

"You gonna stare at me all day, Luke," were the words coming out of her incredible lips, that broke me from my trance.

"Yea, Pretty Girl, of course," I replied with a small chuckle. Seeing her get off the bike I stopped her movement by placing my hand on her delicate shoulder, "You wanna drive?"

'What the hell? No ones ever driving my bike except me, what am I doing?'

"Are you sure Luke, I mean I wouldn't want to wreck it or anything…." She said with such innocence, but I could see the beginning of a smile that would soon stretch from one of her perfect ears to the other.

"Yea, I'll teach you. First sit back on the bike and put your helmet on." I replied while lifting up the storage compartment and retrieving the 'dorky' helmet, as Brooke has dubbed it, and placing both of our bags into the now empty compartment.

When I stuck the helmet out, she made a sour face and said, "Ew, not the dorky helmet." I soon found her bottom lip jutting out from her top one, and making puppy dog eyes at me, while batting her long eyelashes.

"No, way I'm not falling for it Brook," I found myself saying while trying to contain my laughter. 'She probably knew that was going to work anyways,' I thought. After a couple seconds of thinking it over I said, slightly squinting and point my index finger at her "Ok, you can use mine, but only this time." She pushed the sunglasses of the bridge of her nose and put them so they stayed in the top part of her dress. She grabbed the 'dorky' helmet from my hands and placed it on top of my head, buckling it under my slightly stubbled chin. When she was finished she placed her hands on the handle bars and looked back up to me, "It looks so much better on you baby," said replied with her raspy voice.

I plucked my aviators out of my jacket pocket and placed them on my head, making sure they were covering my eyes. I picked up my helmet and pushed it onto Brooke's head, while laughing because she wasn't ready for it. She lifted up the facemask and twister her body so she could look at me, "Luke, that was so…." Before she could finish her sentence I pushed the facemask back down and jumped on behind her on the bike.

"Ready for the ride of your life," I purred into her ear, while scooting close so my torso was pushed against her back. I snaked my arms around her waist then moved them down gently so they were resting on her smooth thighs. I placed a small kiss on her neck and felt her shiver because of my touch. A couple seconds went by and she gained her composure back.

"The real question is are you ready for the ride of your life," she said in a sultry voice while turning the ignition and I heard my bike purr. She kicked up the kickstand and said, "hold on tight baby," while picking her feet up off the ground and zooming out of the parking lot.

'This girl amazed me even more every second,' I thought right as Brooke did a wheelie and laughed her beautiful throaty laugh.

Five minutes later she pulled into a gas station, parked my bike in the closest parking spot, turned the bike off and put the kickstand down. Placing both feet on the ground she lifted the helmet off of her head and swayed her hair back in forth, bringing life back into her hair and letting it blow through the slight breeze.

"So baby, surprised with my riding skills?" Brooke said while lifting her toned leg over my bike and placing the helmet that once graced her head on the seat she was sitting upon. I felt her cold, thin fingers touch the skin under my chin as she un-snapped my helmet, lifting it off my head and ruffling my matted hair slightly. She placed the white helmet next to the black on and lifted my larger hand up so my palm was facing the scorching sun and placed the keys to my bike into it.

"Mhm. I didn't think you could handle it," I replied to her question earlier, with a smirk slowly making its way onto my face, as I see her open her beautiful hazel eyes, and mouth in shock, while poking her slender finger into my chest. I couldn't help but chuckle.

"Oh, really"

"Yea. Besides I thought you've never driven a bike before though…"

"Well, there's a lot you don't know about me Broody," she said with a hint of sadness laced in her voice. For the time being I decided to brush it off, hoping she would tell me about it later.

"Well, there's a lot you don't know about me too, Pretty girl." There was a silence between us for a little while, when I thought about what she said earlier, "Wait a minute, Broody?" I replied questioning her name choice, my voice rising higher in pitch and confusion was etched on my face. I soon saw the look of sadness leave her face and a bubble of laughter leaver her lips. 'God, how I loved that sound.'

"Well, I figured that it suited you considering you brood a lot. Even though I've know you for a short time, you're definitely a brooder." A dimpled grin replacing her small frown that adorned her face only moments earlier.

"Is that so…"

"Yea it is so. Anyways, I'm dieing for a cig right now and I currently don't have a lighter."

"Yea, we should probably head inside considering that is the reason for our excursion." I watched her swing her hips slightly as she walked into the dingy gas station. The sun hit her beautiful chocolate lights in the perfect way, revealing a tint of red to her hair. She ran her slender fingers through her tangled waves to try and control them, but it was to no prevail, anyhow she still managed to look perfect. I decided to chase after her because she was already making her way into the store and I was still leaning against my Harley. Taking long swift strides I made it to the inside of the store in a matter of seconds and found Brooke in the candy section. "I thought you were looking for a lighter," I said startling her slightly with my deep voice.

"Yea, but I already found one and I can never turn down a bag of Swedish Fish," she replied with her dimpled smile I already loved.

"Well, alright then. I'll grab my cigs, we can check out and get out of here," I replied already in the next aisle looking for my favorite brand of cigarettes, "Hey Brooke you ready…" and that is when I found her at the cash register, with not only a lighter and Swedish Fish, but chips, soda pop, beef jerky, gum and a whole other mess of assortments. "Whoa, there Pretty Girl and who do you think is gonna eat and drink all of this?" I said, a smile making its way on to my slightly stubbled face.

"Um, me and you," she said pointing to herself and them me, while having puppy dog eyes and pouting her lips, which I'm sure she has practiced numerous times considering no one could say no to that face. So I bought everything because I knew that it would make her happy and I would do anything to keep her smiling.

We both finished eating the chips before we got out of the store and threw the bags in the fly infested garbage can sitting right outside, next to a gas pump. We placed the beef jerky, Swedish Fish, gum and soda pop into the storage compartment of my bike and the cigarettes and lighter into my breast pocket. This time I was driving, but I did allow her to wear the non – "dorky" helmet.

"Lucas, baby, where are you taking me?" her raspy voice was tickling my neck and I almost wanted to give into her, but I wanted to keep her guessing so, I kept my mouth shut.

"Sorry baby, but I'm not telling you," I replied and I pushed the flap over her face, I could feel her pouting even through the face mask, "Your just gonna have to wait and see." With that I zoomed out of the gas station and back onto the two way street, picking up my speed because we were the only ones on the road. After about 10 minutes I came to a halt on the road right by the boardwalk and across from the abandoned lifeguard house where I first met her, yesterday.

"Broody baby, you know I love this place, come on let's go," with that she grabbed my hand and started running on the dirty sand to the lifeguard house, with the snacks secured tightly in her other arm. We started to slow our pace down as we became closer to the house; she let go of my hand and started skipping up the wooden ramp, her hips swaying from side to side. Her raspy voice broke me out of my daze, "You coming Broody?"

"You know it baby girl," when I reached the bottom of the ramp, she had already rounded the corner of the house, I took slow strides up the rotting, wooden ramp, pulling my leather jacket off, tossing it over my shoulder and placing my hands into my pockets. Brooke was sitting down with her feet dangling over the edge of the house where the railing had broken off last night. There were still remnants of the wood railing sitting in the sand. I took a seat next to her, placing my jacket on what was left of the wooden railing, but not before grabbing my new cigarettes from my breast pocket. I opened the packaging and was about to place a brand new cig in my mouth when I felt a cold hand clamp over mine and push it into my lap.

"Broody wait, you have to try one of these there only the most amazing candy in the whole world!" I looked over at her, and chuckled quietly, her face was priceless. Her eyes were full of excitement, just like a kid on Christmas and her dimples were deeply engraved in her face.

"Ok pretty girl," I say while opening my mouth and she plopped one of the red gummy fish into my mouth, it was a burst of flavor. "Wow, these are amazing" I reply.

"I know," she giggles, and places another red fish into her mouth. "Ok Broody boy, tell me something about yourself."

"Um…well, this is kind of embarrassing, but I love Weird Science," by the end of my sentence my eyes are squinted and I'm awaiting her response.

"No way! I thought I was the only one on the face of the planet that loved that show," her whole body now facing mine, while her toned legs are tucked underneath her petite body.

"Well now that you know something about me, why don't you share a secret with me."

"Ok, I'm a dancer. It's my passion and what I want to do when I'm older, but only Haley, my best friend, knows about it. Not even my brother, Nathan, knows and I've never kept anything from him," she replied with such honesty.

"Wow, that is incredible. You'll have to show me something sometime," I wiggle my eyebrows as if I'm implying something dirty.

"Oh puhlease, I'm not some exotic dancer buddy. I don't take my clothes off or dance around a pole." At first, she's being completely serious, but I can see the playfulness in her eyes and soon a large grin makes it's way onto her flawless face.

By now she has finished two of the three bags of Swedish Fish and grabs the last bag, pushes herself into a standing position and walks over to my leather jacket that is place gingerly on the wooden railing. She picks it up with her soft hands and places the bag into my breast pocket, while grabbing my cigarette box and pulling a cigarette out and pushing it in between her red painted lips. She gently tosses my jacket back onto the railing, after putting the cigarettes back into a pocket in my jacket. Walking over to the pile of stuff we bought at the gas station she picks up her brand new red lighter, bringing it to the butt of the cigarette in her mouth, flicking the cap open, and pushing the toggle down. A small burst of fire came out of the lighter, burning her cigarette.

I watch her throughout this whole interaction, the way her body tenses with the first drag of her cigarette, but soon relaxes as she breathes the smoke into the after noon air. The way her chocolate locks blow in the wind coming from the ocean, and the way her face looks so serene when she stares out at the waves crashing onto the sandy shore. The silence has encased us, but is soon broken when her face turns to look at mine and she holds the cigarette in between her index and middle finger, while asking "What?"

"You know you're beautiful right," I replied with such ease. 'Wait, did I just say that out loud? Wow, I must sound like a total tool right now,' I thought. I looked down at my dangling feet, but slowly raise my face to meet her once again. I see a slight tint of red appear on her cheeks, while she sticks the cigarette back into her mouth and takes another drag.

"Thanks, Luke," are the words coming out of her plump lips, a small smile making an appearance on her face. She turns back to look at the ocean. By now the sky has turned a darker shade of blue, because of the time of day and the sun is starting to set. She inhales the smoke one last time and exhales it before the much smaller cigarette is flicked into the coarse sand. The glow of the sun's rays make her skin seem a darker shade then it is naturally and I find myself getting lost in her hazel eyes. She walks towards me, taking her seat beside me once again. Our eyes never leave one another, while she runs her hand over my slightly stubbled face. I push my face into the palm of her hand, closing my eyes and taking in her scent. "You know you're different Luke." I reopen my eyes, gazing into hers and find a vulnerability that I haven't seen before. "I haven't felt this way in a while."

"Pretty Girl, you make me want to be a better person, like I'm worthy of you." I reveal to her, how I feel about her and our situation. Her face is moving closer to mine, because I feel her breath on my face. She rubs her nose against mine, before I move closer and kiss her, bringing my rough hand up her other arm and resting it on the nape of her neck. She responds to my kiss by running her tongue along my bottom lip. Our breaths become more ragged as the kiss deepens, but is soon interrupted by the vibration of her phone.

She pulls her face away from mine, while muttering, "sorry." Reaching into her jacket pocket, she puts it up to her ear and says "hello?" I hear some "mhms," "yeas," and an "oh my gosh," before she snaps the phone shut and quickly stands up gathering the remainder of our food stash in her arms and sprints down the wooden ramp and into the sand, toward the boardwalk. I immediately stand up, grab my jacket and chase after her, I stopped by a garbage can to throw the trash away, so by then I could catch up to her.

"Brooke, hold on wait up." I stop to catch my breath, before continuing, "What's wrong? Why did you just run away?" I ask almost desperate for an answer, wondering if she regrets what has happened between us.

"Well, I'm gonna be late for my dance class if I don't get there and dressed in 15 minutes. We're working on recital pieces that will be performed for our end of the year concert and dance company reps. will be there. That could be my ticket into the company and yea, my teacher will freak if I'm late," she replies with multiple hand motions, consisting of mainly arm flailing. I would laugh if she weren't so damn stressed.

"Why didn't you just ask me? Brooke, I drove you here of course I'll get you there. With plenty of time to spare." I told her with a serious tone, wondering why on earth she didn't ask me in the first place.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, then re-opened them and gazed into my eyes when she answered my question, "You're right Luke, I should've asked you, I just wasn't thinking…sorry," a toothy grin replacing the once worried look on her face.

"Come on baby let's ride," with that we started running again, our hands clasped tightly in one anothers, hoping on my bike and driving way over the speed limit to get to Brooke's dance studio. I slowed down at a red light and stopped before the crisp white line, painted on the black pavement. Turning around I asked Brooke, "Um where exactly am I supposed to be going?" She started chuckling and told me which streets to turn on; apparently it wasn't far from where we were. I pulled up to a very small brick building with graffiti painted on the sides. The entrance had a black awning that had Tree Hill Ballet Company, painted in thick white letters on it. It definitely had personality. Before I even slowed down to a complete stop, Brooke was already off the bike. She grabbed her bag from the compartment on the back of my bike, and started to make a mad dash for the glass door. Before she got too far I reached for her wrist and gently pulled her towards me, so are bodies were pushed against each other. I swing my arms around her waist and she starts to pull away.

"Baby, I'm gonna be late and then this drive was for…" but before she could finish her sentence I put both of my hands on the sides of her face and place a lingering kiss on her lips, she pulled back, "nothing" she finished.

"Bye Pretty Girl." And with that I pushed my face down so it was covering my face, started up my bike and drove off. I looked back and saw Brooke standing there, a smile on her face while she was waving in my direction. Soon I saw her run inside the studio and with that I zoomed off, making the short drive to my house.

I pulled into the driveway, turned off my bike and made my way up the sidewalk to my front door. I pushed it open and saw Keith sitting at the dinner table, with his reading glasses on, reading the newspaper and Karen making dinner. "So how was your first day of school, son?" Keith asked, taking his eyes away from the newspaper and looking at me. After the question was asked, Karen also turned away from the stove, awaiting my answer.

"It was good," I replied with a smile, "Very good," with that I walked through the house and laid through myself on my bed, thinking back on the time I spent with Brooke today.

In the Kitchen

"Well, what do you think got into him?" Keith asked Karen.

"I don't know, but maybe it's this town."

"I think it's a girl," Keith replied, while setting the newspaper down.

"Whatever it is, at least he seems happy," Karen replied, turning back to face the stew that was on the stove. Keith stood up from the slightly chipped, wooden table and made his way over the Karen, wrapping his arms around her waist.

"And what makes you happy?" Keith asked, while kissing Karen's neck gently.

"Well, there's this guy named Keith Roe and I happen to be completely in love with him," she replied while turning in his arms, so she's facing him and placing a soft kiss on his lips.

"That's good to know, because there's this girl named Karen Roe and I happen to be completely in love with her too," he replied in a very cheesy way. Yep, everything seemed to be perfect in the Roe household. However, a couple blocks down, in a richer part of Tree Hill, was the Scott household and though the family may seem perfect, it is so very far from it.

A/N – Well, that is the end of the fourth chapter. I'm actually pretty proud of it. There are certain parts where I wasn't so sure about, but I hope it's ok. I felt like I should post it. Don't forget to review cause I love reading them. : D