"Lucas..." Brooke pinched herself. She wasn't sure if she was still sleeping. Sure enough, she was awake. And Lucas was standing in her doorway.

"I'm here, I'm fighting for you... Please don't leave me Brooke..." he walked over to the bed and sat next to her. He began kissing her neck.

"Lucas, please stop. I have to go." she stood up.

"Why? Just tell me why?"

"Because I need a change. I wrote it in my letter, and I'll say it again. You have been hurting me since you and Peyton started sneaking around my back last year..."

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"So you lied?! How could you do that?" Lucas yelled.

"How could you cheat on me with my best friend?" Brooke cried sitting on her bed.

"I never meant to hurt you..." Lucas whispered.

END FLASHBACK.

"And now, now we're together, and you're with Peyton going to the movies!? And she's kissing you!? And not only that, I have to find out where you are from your mom? You couldn't even tell me... I need this summer to figure things out. I need to think..."

"What is there to think about Brooke!? You know this is right, you know how it feels when we kiss!"

"I need to figure out if you are worth all this pain." Brooke said quietly. Tears welled in her eyes. Was Lucas worth all this trouble?

"We can do this together, here, in Tree Hill." Lucas pleaded. He wanted this to work so badly.

"No Lucas, I need time to myself. You aren't going to change my mind..." The alarm rang on Brooke's cellphone. 2:50AM. She had to leave the apartment in 10 minutes.

"I need to get ready Luke..." Brooke said calm as possible. "Please, don't make this harder for me than it already is. Just leave, and when I get back we'll see what happens."

Lucas was beginning to get mad. She was going to give up this easily? Fine. "When you get back we'll figure it out? I don't even know if I'll still be waiting for you when, and if you come back at this point if you're willing to leave me and all your other problems behind so easily Brooke."

"Well, I'm leaving so lucky you, you can have the entire summer to spend with your Precious Peyton." Brooke shot back.

"Have a fantastic summer Brooke, I'll see you when you get back, if you ever decide to come back and face this." Lucas said angrily. He stormed out of the apartment leaving Brooke in tears.

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"Well, that's the last of it." Rachel unloaded the luggage from the car onto the curb. She noticed that Brooke hadn't said a word the entire ride to the airport which was unusual for her normally chatty best friend. It obviously had something to do with Lucas, but Rachel didn't want to pry on Brooke's last hours on the East Coast.

Brooke hugged Rachel as tears began to fall. She was going to miss her best friend, she was going to miss Tree Hill, and she couldn't believe how things left off with Lucas.

She said her last goodbye and walked into the terminal.

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Lucas woke up the next morning to his mother's voice.

"Lucas Eugene Scott!!" she yelled from the other room.

"Uh oh..." Lucas slowly got out of bed and walked into the kitchen.

"You let Brooke leave by fighting with her!" Karen smacked his shoulder.

"Ow! What could I do!? She was leaving to give up on us! And how did you know?"

"I'm your mother, I know everything! How could you do that!? Did I raise an idiot!?"

"Mom, it's two months when she gets back everything will be fine..."

"You better hope so Lucas Scott! That girl was the best thing that ever happened to you."

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(Flashes back to when Brooke first got on the plane.)

Brooke took her seat on the plane. The seat next to her was empty. She rested her head on the window of the plane. Soon, a tall, tan, gorgeous 20-something man with dark hair stood over the empty chair.

"35B?" he said in his sexy voice. Brooke was already liking California.

"No, I'm a 36D actually." Brooke said flirtaciously.

The mystery man laughed. Brooke took her mind off of Lucas and was determined to spend the flight flirting with this stranger.

"I'm Brett." the man sat down as he shook Brooke's hand.

"I'm Brooke Davis. I just have to ask, how old are you?"

"19, and yourself? You must be at least 21..."

"Actually, I'm 18, but I have the experience of a 21 year old." Brooke winked.

"Are you implying something Miss Davis?" Brett flirted back.

"Maybe... Care to find out?" she nodded toward the bathroom.

"After you..." he ushered her out of her seat... "I'll be there in five."

"Don't keep me waiting." she whispered into his ear.