Sooo, so, SOOOOOOO sorry I haven't updated. I feel really bad. See, last tuesday was a field trip, thursday was a field trip, the year's come to a close. I've exempted all my exams so I'll have more time now that I've finished my freshmen year of high school. WHOO! Ha. I'm officially a sophomore now. Go Vannesa, haha. Anyways, my party's coming up so that might put me back a bit, but after the July 11th or 12th, it'll all be over and I'll have a bunch more time to update. Hopefully. So, here's some Brucas. :)

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Last Time: I ran, leaving Lucas behind. If in the store or outside, I didn't know. I wasn't looking back, because it would only be more painful than it was now.

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A Little Too Not Over You

Lucas' POV:

Her words...they took forever to sink into. She was crying, but I was too stunned to make a move towards her. But she would've moved, I know she would've. She kept going, spilling her heart out to me; someone who hadn't a clue as to why she had been this way when she answer was right there, in plain sight in front of me. She-I couldn't wrap my head around it but,- she was in love with me. She didn't just love me, she was in love with me. A little warning in my head went off named Peyton. I couldn't leave her...well, we were broken up. I mean, God why do things have to be confusing? She left me, meaning it was broken off. I talked to her and realized it wasn't me she had been in love with all along, even if she kept saying I was 'The One', that she was 'The Comet'; I knew she wasn't now. Would Brooke normally have said anything? I didn't need to think about it. The answer was probably not. She loved me and Peyton far too much to risk ruining our relationship. She was selfless, she always had been. Put others in front of her, that's how Brooke Davis was.

These things I'm saying, sounds like I'm in love with her too. No. ...Am I? I couldn't be. I mean...was I still in love with Peyton? Maybe. That was a mess. Brooke? I didn't even know. I loved her, yes. As a friend. A really good friend and girlfriend. Girlfriend? Wait, mental smack, Lucas. Ex. EX-girlfriend. I never meant girlfriend to come out. Jesus, what was with me? I didn't love Peyton, I didn't think I loved Brooke..did I love anyone at the moment? Not even a clue. It's pretty sad when you don't even know your own feelings. It's a little thing in your mind telling you you're pretty fucked up. At least, that's what I felt at the moment. A fuck up.

But why? It wasn't like I liked her that way. Right? Right. See, confusing yourself is something else that means you're just a screwed up person. I pretty much was guessing now that I was screwed up from the beginning now. Keith dropped me on the head, maybe? Mom fed me some type of formula? Now my mind was wandering to something I could debate later.

Brooke was the one person, they only thing I needed to focus on now.

I hadn't noticed she had ran out though, I swear I didn't until I tried to get my words in order, although, they were only 'what?' I blinked and I took in the sight of just the store in front of me. No Brooke. Making a turn on my right heel, I turned, she wasn't there. My feet jogged to the door and I pushed it open, going outside and standing there, my head turning left and right. To my right, she was running; running away from me. I knew she was. Everyone probably did, that is, if they had just seen the scene that had taken place not even two minutes ago.

"Brooke!" I called her name; she didn't turn back, nor slow down. I started running after her.

I hadn't even noticed the dark clouds above me until a lightning flash was seen, followed by a rumble of thunder in the distance. A storm. Water would fall from the sky. I vaguely remembered my mom telling me as a kid sometimes, that when it rained, it was angels crying. Crying for people. It made me think, were they crying for Brooke? Could they be? There was probably a possibility. She had just admitted she loved me, and I stood there, like the idiot I am. I stood there;blank. I hadn't said anything and I couldn't imagine being in her position...wait, I could actually. Long time ago. She had left when I told her, but I didn't run after her. Had that been my mistake? If I had gone after her, would it have changed things? She still had to leave, so, it probably might not have, but it could've been worth a try. A chance that I never took.

"Brooke!" I yelled her name again. I wouldn't have turn around if I was her, and, it looked like she had the same idea. Again; she didn't turn. She kept running, but she looked like she was slowing. Was she?

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Brooke's POV:

The rain. Kind of like how I was feeling now. Dark, grey, droplets forming and falling. The tears weren't gonna stop. I knew it.

"Brooke!"

His voice called out to me for the second time. I wasn't gonna go and turn around. But I could feel myself slowing, but I ran faster. One turn and I saw that he had fallen behind. I turned into a small alley. The uncontrollable sobbing was becoming almost too much to bear. My vision was blurred. It had been my tears at first and now it was the rain making it worse. I couldn't see much, just figures that were blurry. I remembered the time he gave me his rain speech. That was implanted in my head forever. He told me he loved me. He had said he could've stayed out in the rain the whole night, just keeping saying reasons that he loved me.

Just thinking of this brought more tears to my eyes and I sobbed, slowing down to a walk, bumping against a wall and stopping. I cried. Why did I have to tell him? Why couldn't I have just kept it a secret. He was gonna catch up to me soon, and it looked like I couldn't make it to Haley's now. Maybe later, but right now? No. I moved from my side to my back against the wall and lowered my head, still crying. Sliding slowly down, I found that in a few seconds I was sitting on the cold ground. But weather it was cold or wet didn't matter to me. I couldn't move. I wasn't there. My arms moved to my knees, resting against them, then my forehead rested against my arms. I couldn't do this. I was stupid. Why was he running after me? It was only going to make things worse, I knew this. He was going to say something; no matter what he would say though, it wouldn't change anything. I would tell him this. He would know I'm right and I'd probably take off again, my mind set on crying as soon as I got to Haley. God, how I wished she was here now. She'd probably just let me cry and once I'd calm down, tell me everything would be ok. Maybe it wouldn't, maybe it would, but it'd be sure nice to hear it from her. That always put my mind at ease, if only for a few moments.

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My sobs slowed and quieted down a bit; I was starting to stop crying. Being alone helped, even if it had only been five minutes. Had I lost him? I hoped I had. I didn't feel like dealing with him.

Apparently, luck wasn't with me. The sound of a person jogging in the rain caught my ears and my breath quickened. It had already slowed down some from running and sobbing, but here it came again. My heart was pounding, I could feel the adrenaline rushing through my blood; was it him? I couldn't imagine it being someone else. No one in their right mind would be running in the rain. Well, maybe, but in my time crying, the rain had picked up and it was pouring now. It just kept coming down and down and I didn't think It was stopping soon.

Slowly, very slowly as to now make any noise, I lifted my head; not that it could make any noise. My back pressed against the wall; my breath was coming in and out in a slightly faster pace than normal.

"Brooke?"

Damn, it was him. I knew it. Why couldn't I have been right? Just this once, why couldn't I be? My bottom lip trembled, could he find me here?

His pace slowed, I could hear it. "Brooke?" He called, not as loud this time. He stopped, right at the entrance to the alley I was hiding in. He was soaked, but I was too probably. He was panting, probably from running. His hand ran through his hair as he turned to each side, trying to look for me. Even if the rain was pouring and it made things blurry, I could see him. The movements he was making. He looked like he was going to give up. I was a couple feet in the alley, maybe halfway, so he was a good distance away.

Then, he saw me.

He had turned to look this way and I could tell that once his eyes rested on my figure, he knew it was me. He just had that look in his eye, plus, my face was lifted towards him. "Brooke," he had started towards me. I moved my arms, placing my palms against the wall behind me to help me get up and run away if this turned bad.

But the question I had was would it?

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Lucas' POV:

There she was. She had taken off after I called her name that I didn't think I could catch up to her. But I had. She was just sitting there. Her eyes were red, puffy from crying. I hated her like this, I know I have said this before, but I couldn't tell myself that enough. It was like I had to tell myself, like I was gonna forget how much I cared for the brunette in front of me. Of course, that's not something someone would forget, but I liked to hear myself say I cared for her. And I hated seeing her crying. Especially if I was the reason for it.

This was one of the moments that I hated myself. I really did. I caused Brooke's pretty face to have tears. Wait, what am I saying? I just said 'Brooke's pretty face.' Not like she didn't have it, but as soon as I thought of that, I thought of Prettygirl. My nickname for her. I would've smiled had, one, she not been there. And two, the reason we were both standing, well, I was standing, she was sitting here.

Well, how stupid could I be?

I'm in love with Brooke. That explains everything. Why I hate myself so much more that it's Brooke than if it would've been Peyton. Why I had just thought of Prettygirl. Why I had been beating myself so much after that kiss. Why I had felt it so right and wanted to kiss her again. I had been slowly making my way to her, and now, I was a couple feet away from her and stopped. I am in love with Brooke.

"Brooke, can we talk?" I whispered. I needed to tell her. I had to let it out. But first, I had to make sure she wasn't going to run away. My face had a different expression when I realized my feelings, but I composed it quickly; I don't think she noticed. She looked like she was about to bolt, but she slowly stood up.

Her hair was sticking to her neck, her whole self was soaked from the rain that had come down and was still pouring down. I wasn't paying attention to the rain though. My mind and my eyes only had focus for Brooke. "There's nothing to talk about. Can't you just let me wallow in my mistake alone?"

Her words were whispered, i could hear them over the rain though. Even if they were low, they hit me as if she had yelled them. Shouted them in my face in rage. But her voice was upset, her eyes didn't have their spark and her words were low as if she was tired of fighting. She had said telling me was a mistake. In my mind, it was probably one of the best things she had done. It made me realize not only she loved me, but I loved her. Even if it did take me forever to see it and I was being a stupid idiot. In any words, what she told me was not a mistake.

"How can you say that?" my voice was soft.

Her eyebrows pulled together, and I could tell I had confused the crap out of her. She fidgeted around slightly, moving her weight from her right foot to her left and back. "What are you talking about?" Her voice raised a bit, it wasn't so low this time.

I couldn't believe what I was gonna say. This was too much for one day. Were my feelings certain? I shouldn't have opened my big mouth. What if I just threw ideas out there and I just went with the first one? What if I wasn't exactly in love with Brooke? My heart ached as soon as I thought that and I knew it wasn't true. It couldn't be true now. I really was in love with Brooke, there was no denying it. She had told me, it was just as fair that I told her. But what if she didn't take it well. I was 95% sure that she was going to bring Peyton up, but I could care less about the blonde at the moment. Only the brunette in front of me, no matter how puffy and red eyed, or how soaked she was, held my attention. Just as she always had.

"I love you, Brooke Davis. I know, it sounds weird, probably. And crazy, even, maybe. But it's true. I've been blind this whole time, thinking I was in love with Peyton. But I wasn't. It's you. It's been you. Don't pay attention to anything I might've said about Peyton or told her that I loved her...It's you, Brooke. You're Cheery and I'm Broody. We're meant to be, I can see that now. Believe me or not, I think this is it. You and me."

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Brooke's POV:

"...You're Cheery and I'm Broody. We're meant to be, I can see that now. Believe me or not, I think this is it. You and me."

My jaw was open; I kept blinking because the water kept falling onto my eyelashes and then almost in my eyes. Was my mind playing tricks on me? Was I hearing things? No, I couldn't be. This sure felt like a dream, a weird dream. But...this was real. Lucas was really telling me that he loved me. God was probably doing something weird tonight. A few minutes ago I had just told him I loved him. Did he just realize this? Had he been known this? My mind was racing to find the answer, I couldn't believe my ears. I really just couldn't.

As soon as he finished his speech, I couldn't think of what to say. I stared at him for what seemed like forever, and it was only a minute, probably. No words came out, so I did the only thing I could think of.

My legs took their own accord and crossed the rest of the space that was between us. My hands went up and grabbed his face, pulling it to mine and I let my lips crash against his. He automatically responded and I couldn't have felt any better than I was now. His hands instantly went and enclosed themselves around my waist, as if the move had been practiced. This felt so right. It was like a part of my life had been missing and it was finally found now. Like I had been in the dark this whole time without knowing and he was the sun in my life.

Our lips moved perfectly together, like a dance or a play that had been rehearsed plenty times and now was finally the time for the big premiere, the big show. My hands moved so my arms could wrap themselves around his neck and I pulled him closed. My breathing started becoming heavy and I could feel that his was too. I slid my tongue lightly against his bottom lip and a soft, light moan came from the back of his throat. Unfortunately, a couple seconds after that, the need for air was too great and I pulled away, only my lips though. I rested my forehead against his and opened my eyes, finding his staring right back at me. The moment was perfect. No words were needed. I had been right. He was all I had thought he was. My other half.

I felt my cheeks start to heat up and he noticed because he chuckled lightly. I blushed more, a smile forming on my lips and a giggle was heard from myself.

"I love you, Brooke Davis." His words only made me smile wider, much wider and I pressed my lips to his lightly, pulling away before we couldn't breathe again.

"And I love you, Lucas Scott. I always have." I whispered, but he was so close he could hear me over the rain. Everything was perfect, like I had said before. But it was ruined because my phone vibrated in my pocket. Lucas was thinking the same thing, I'm guessing because once my head looked down and my arm pulled away from his neck to get the phone, he groaned a bit, knowing it was my phone that distracted me. I only smiled, shaking my head a bit as I pulled the device out of my pocket. The caller ID made me frown though.

"What's wrong?" He asked, noticing my face.

I looked up at him, my face in a nervous and slightly worried way. "It's Peyton."

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It's done! There it is! I feel soo happy with this one, haha. I'm in a good mood since I got my RPG up to enough friends on myspace. It's very good haha. But you know the deal, review! Make me feel happy about this chapter as well! :)