She Paints Me Blue

Author's Note: Here's the next chapter. I want to thank each and every one of you for your reviews and for you reading this. I honestly mean every single person who has reviewed or read this story. It's great to have the support.

Thanks to my dear Ellie for beta-ing this as always. What would I do without you?

Disclaimer: I own nothing of One Tree Hill, or, unfortunately, Brucas.

Chapter Three: I Do It For You

Brooke let herself flop onto the leather couch, her body make a loud noise as she came in contact with the material. She stood up and readjusted a pillow, before flopping down again.

Lucas removed the eyeglasses he often wore while writing, and looked away from his laptop to Brooke's direction. Brooke had always thought that glasses made him a little nerdy looking, but it was kind of cute at the same time.

She let out a loud huff as she resituated her body to another direction. "Ugh," she groaned as she yanked out a drawer in the coffee table, and rested her feet on it. Finally, after a lot of disruption, it seemed as though Brooke had stopped.

"Lucas," she whined as she sat back up at looked at a slightly annoyed Lucas Scott. "Can you please trade couches with me? There's a big glare on the TV from over here,"

Lucas let out a small disbelieving chuckle. He knew he should be annoyed. He should be cursing Nathan for moving out and making him live with a girl. He just couldn't. It was impossible to find one thing about her that he didn't like. She even found a way to make her biggest flaws look completely adorable.

"Please, Lucas, General Hospital is on in exactly two and a half minutes," she stated as if it was a big explanation for him.

He simply shrugged as he tried to look back at the article he was working on. Maybe he did need to start spending more time at the office. Usually, they wouldn't have to do the writing in their offices, but it couldn't hurt.

"You don't understand!" she exclaimed, a slight bit irrational. "Jason is going to propose to Sam! And, Dillon's going to tell Georgie about his undying love for Lulu Spencer," she finished, a little overdramatically, but that tended to be Brooke's style.

"Luke, this is like the best soap opera that has ever been on television. It's not some crappy show about people dying five times and coming back, or getting locked up on an island when they were presumably dead. I realize that it's on every day and I make you change seats every day, but this is important!" she squealed, and smiled with satisfaction as he gathered his papers and computer, and began shuffling over to the other couch.

Brooke gave him a playful slap on the butt before she sat onto the seat and propped her feet up. Almost perfect.

After turning on the television, she turned to her focus to Lucas with an innocent grin displaying on her features. Her bottom lip slowly began to fall out on her top. It only took a few seconds for him to look up at her, and firmly shake his head.

"Could you just… get me drink? Please! Diet Coke, with a lemon on the glass,"

He rolled his eyes as he slowly rose to his feet from his position on the couch, knowing full well that he would be getting her a drink. She was just so cute, with her batted eyelashes, her dimpled smile, and her angel impersonation. That he understood. What he didn't understand was why she wasn't at work. He knew that she had a very odd, lenient schedule, but that still didn't explain it.

"Hmm, why do I always do whatever you want me to?" he asked as he walked into the kitchen to fix her a drink.

"Because you love me," she yelled to him, without taking her eyes of the television that they were currently glued to.

He gave a sigh, but couldn't stop the smile that was tugging at his lips. "You have no idea," he mumbled to himself, but placing a lemon slice on her cold glass of Diet Coke and headed back into the living room.

"Here's your drink, Princess," he joked as he handed it to her, eliciting a beautiful smile from the brunette.

"Princess… now that's a name I like. Don't princesses get waited on hand and foot?" she asked him as she displayed an innocent grin. Then again, Brooke Davis was never innocent.

"I don't think so. See, they too have to work for the-" he started, before getting cut off by a groan and a stomp on the carpet coming from none other than Brooke. He looked at her and then to the television, wondering if something broke.

"What? What's happened?" he asked as he stood up cautiously.

"What happened? Elizabeth happened! She came in when Jason was about to purpose. Damn you Elizabeth!" she exclaimed as she stared at the television, her eyes in narrow slits.

Lucas gave a sigh, as he sat back down and took his laptop into his hands. He couldn't help but smile. Brooke was actually very cute when she really got into her shows or magazines. She also tended to get a little crazy. What did he get himself into?

A few minutes when Brooke's soap opera had gone to commercial, she jumped up from her couch and landed onto Lucas'. She rested her head down on his shoulder, leaving half of her body laying on his.

"Umm, Brooke?" he asked.

"Yes?" she replied, disregarding the fact that he was trying to do his work, and she knew she was getting in the way. One thing that Lucas' had learned during the time living with Brooke, was that she had a very small attention span. She loved to have fun, but she got bored quickly.

"I'm trying to…" he trailed off as he pointed to his laptop and the papers in folders that he had sitting on his lap.

"So I think I'm going to go out to a party tomorrow night," she stated as she made herself comfortable by Lucas. "There's a clothing line being released , and they're having a benefit for charity. So I'm pretty sure I'm going," she explained as she sat up to look at him with a hopeful glare in her eyes.

"Do you want to come with?" she asked, thinking that it would be fun to bring her roommate along with her for the party.

Lucas turned away from his work and looked at Brooke, wondering if she was actually serious. The features displayed on her face let him know that she was. Brooke could tell he was thinking it was an absolute "no".

"Come on, Luke!" she demanded as she grabbed a hold of his wrists. "You never go out," she continued, in fact, the last time she remembered him going out was almost two weeks earlier when he had gone out with Peyton, Jake, and herself.

"Yes, I do," he countered, as he stood up and made his way into the kitchen, only to have Brooke follow him.

"You never go on dates! How come?" she asked as she jumped up onto the counter and watched him begin to fix himself a drink. She knew he was avoiding the question.

"You like someone don't you? There's someone you're interested in, isn't there?" she questioned.

Lucas knew that she could be right. He wasn't sure exactly what he was feeling for her, but it was something. He loved every single thing about her. Maybe that was the reason he wasn't going on dates, and was turning down any offers that he was given.

"Brooke, I'm just going to be really busy tonight. I'm sorry I can't go with you," he said, completely avoiding the questions that Brooke was asking him, before he headed back into the living room.

Brooke let out a loud huff as she followed him, knowing full well that he was just running away from her. "Fine, you don't have to come, and you don't have to answer me. But…" she started as she lifted her index finger and pointed it in his face.

"You are hiding something. I won't let it go, and you're going to miss out on a fun party." She gave a shrug before returning to her former position to watch her soap. "Err, you made me miss it!" she whined to Lucas.

He simply shook his head, not bothering to contain the smile emerging on his face. She was just so cute.

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"Carly, I'll be there in a few minutes okay? Traffic's a bitch," she stated before roughly flipping her cell phone closed. She stuffed it into her purse, sprayed a bit of her Ralph Lauren 'Hot' perfume onto her neck, and then ran out of her bedroom.

So she was running a little late, and she wasn't stuck in traffic, but Carly didn't need to know that. Brooke didn't need someone breathing down her neck the whole night either. She could handle getting around on her own.

"Luke, you sure you don't want to come?" she asked one last time as she grabbed her keys and headed into the living room where Lucas was sitting to watch something on ESPN.

"You still have time. It'll be fun," she continued as she slipped on her stilettos and stood up with her hands on her hips.

He shook his head, much to Brooke's disappointment. "Okay then, too bad for you," she stated before giving him a quick kiss on the cheek.

"I'll be back later then. I've got my keys, so don't wait up." She gave him a quick wave before rushing out the door.

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Brooke forced herself to let out some sort of smile, as the boring woman in front of her cracked a joke. Sometimes she didn't understand how some people could be so incredibly dull, and still be in the fun fashion industry.

Surprisingly, she found herself kind of wishing she were back at her apartment watching a movie or something with Lucas. It felt so much like home.

She remembered the time only a few short weeks ago when the two had stayed up to watch 'The Break-Up'. Lucas had made a comment about Vince Vaughan's character being right, and Brooke had put her bare feet in his face. They had played around like kids for most of the movie.

Brooke Davis had always been a girl for partying. Her mission statement in life was to live to the fullest, and have the most fun possible on the way. But she loved Lucas' company, and she wasn't quite sure that it was a good thing.

"Brooke!" Carly yelled to her friend, now on the third attempt.

"What?" Brooke asked as she snapped out of her thoughts. "Oh, I'm sorry," she said as she turned her full attention to her nice, but somewhat clingy friend. "What were you saying?"

Carly rolled her eyes in a playful way, pretending to be mad, before she noticed the guy once more and remembered what she had been telling Brooke. She pointed to a handsome guy sitting a few yards away at the bar.

"That guy over there," she started as she turned Brooke's side slightly to see the guy. "He's totally been checking you out."

Brooke rolled her eyes, but still focused on the guy curiously. He was cute.

"Look, he's coming over here!" Carly exclaimed as she turned back to Brooke. "Get his number," she demanded before she pushed Brooke forward and quickly exited the scene. Brooke smiled as he neared her with a wide smile on his face. He resembled a young Brad Pitt.

"Hi," Brooke said while displaying her dimpled smile. "I'm Brooke," she continued, laughing a slight bit at the situation as she saw Carly watching them out of the corner of her eye.

"I'm Nickolas," he said as he extended his hand to her.

A few minutes later, Carly had her wish come true. Brooke exchanged numbers with Nickolas, and the two had set up plans for a casual dinner date.

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That would be chapter three. I totally, totally hate to give anything away for future chapters, but think about the fact that Brooke's home phone number is Lucas' phone number, and picture a certain Friend's scene in which Ross answered the call from Rachel's date, then jealousy ensued. Hmmmm. That's all I'm going to say. Please review with your honest thoughts!