Brooke was in her car driving home from school when she decided to take the long way home and clear her head. She was a mess since Luke was with Peyton again and she had to see them together at school and smiling at each other during cheer practice, and she didn't know what to do to win him back. She let a tear roll down her face and she turned up her music to drown out her whimpers. When she passed Luke's street, she impulsively turned down it. She passed his house and noticed his car was there but nobody else's was. He was alone, maybe she could talk to him. She turned around and pulled her blue car into his driveway. She glanced in her rearview mirror to see how badly her makeup was smudged but honestly didn't care. Then she opened her door and walked up the sidewalk. When she got to the front door she knocked, no answer. She went to the side door that leads directly to his room and knocked on that, thinking maybe he didn't hear the knock on the front door since he might have music on. She heard the hinge unlock and saw the knob turn.

"Hi.. Brooke right? What's up?" He asked confused.

"Um hi-, i just needed somebody to talk to. I know it's out of nowhere and awkward for you but before you lost your memory you were the only person I trusted so even though you don't remember me I thought being around you would help cheer me up. Do you mind if I come in?" She talked slowly but got it all out.

"No," He swallowed. "It's fine come on in." She walked in and sat on his desk chair in the corner of the room. She glanced at his laptop, and accidentally noticed he was on her Facebook page flipping through her pictures. She smiled, knowing he was curious about her. He was up to one of the higher numbers of pictures so he must have been looking for a while. Then she looked and saw that on another tab was Peyton's live webcam website. She got mad and spun around in the chair and looked him right in the eye.

"So do you want to talk about what is wrong? What do I usually do to comfort you?" He asked and was nervous of her answers because her being there in the first place scared him a little. He found her incredibly beautiful, with long chocolate hair, glassy hazel eyes that looked like she was crying, a dimpled smile, and an amazing flawless body that he couldn't help but look at. He would be lying if he said he didn't want to touch her.

She thought about his question, and it gave her chills thinking of how he would usually comfort her. Whether it was just holding her, having sex with her in such a romantic way, or making her laugh, he would do anything possible in order to make her happy. "I can't really talk about it because you know the people and I don't know if it's a good idea to mention them. But I don't know, I guess just do whatever comes to you that you think will help." She shrugged after she answered, which he could tell was hard for her because she probably wanted him to do something specific but feels bad asking. He made his way closer to her on the chair and picked her up off it. She giggled.

"What are you doing?" She asked, still laughing because she wasn't expecting this from someone who doesn't remember her.

"I'm trying to cheer you up." He answered and laid her on the bed. She instantly had thoughts of what usually would happen next going through her head. But knew it wasn't going to happen since he thinks Peyton is his girlfriend. He let go of her and sat next to her and tickled her. She immediately started laughing and freaking out and kicking her legs.

"Luke, no this isn't funny! I'm so ticklish and you're taking advantage of that because you know I'll laugh." She stated, then realized it was a mistake because he obviously didn't know she was ticklish, he was just trying to do anything to make her smile.

"I didn't know, memory loss remember?" He laughed. "But it worked, didn't it?"

"I guess, but now the sadness is back."

"Do you like hot chocolate?" He asked her and smiled

Hot chocolate brought up memories of them junior year walking together on the sidewalk in the Winter drinking it and holding hands. "Yes, I do. Doesn't everyone?" She asked. He nodded in agreement and walked down the hall. She followed.

She watched him make each of them a cup and when it was done he held them both up. "What color cup do you want?" He asked, figuring she would be picky and would want to choose which color she got.

"The red one. It's my favorite color."

"I know, I don't know why but I had a feeling it was. You just are a red person." He smiled and handed her the cup and they began walking back to his room.

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"Well you look best in red, I noticed you wear it a lot, and you seem like you're a fiery person and are strong and I don't know.. Red just fits you well." He stated and she laughed because that was completely true. They sat on his bed again and she looked at his desk and saw a red feather from her Halloween costume sitting in the corner in a box.

"Where'd you get that feather?" She questioned and he shrugged.

"I'm not sure what it is, it was in that box on my desk so I must have saved it."

"Yeah, it was from my Halloween costume this year. I was a devil." She smiled.

"So you are a red person! I knew it!" He laughed, but she was disappointed because he didn't even think twice about why he saved her feather. How come he didn't ask why he had it, she wondered.

"Yeah, you were right. I definitely am." She sighed.

"So are you feeling a little better?" He asked with full concern while sipping his hot chocolate and keeping eye contact with her the whole time. He felt so attracted to her and wanted to touch her but figured he shouldn't.

"A little, it helps being around you." She set her drink down on the floor and began to lay her head in his lap. "Oh, sorry. Is this okay?"

He loved feeling her against his thigh and looked down at her and admired how beautiful she looked even from this angle. "Yeah, it's perfectly fine with me. Whatever helps you feel better, Brooke." He answered. He felt a desperate urge to touch her and kiss her but he didn't know why. Instead, he ran his fingers through her hair and kept brushing through it and watched her close her eyes in enjoyment. The smell of her hair made him want to make sure she never moved from that spot because she smelt so good.

"Thanks Lucas, this really is helping me because this week has been horrible. Last week was so amazing and then it all went downhill."

"Well lets get you back to how you felt last week, tell me all about it. Maybe that will help you." He suggested and she got nervous because if she said something he was told wasn't true, he'd kick her out and say she's lying.

"I was on vacation with my best friend." She said nervously.

"Oh, that Bevin girl? Because you talk to her a lot. Or that red head girl? I don't think it was Haley, she didn't mention it." He tried to figure out.

"No, it wasn't any of them. It was a boy. I miss him so much, it kills me." She started crying.

"Shh, Brooke, relax. It's okay, I'm here for you. Don't cry, you're such a pretty girl and you don't deserve to be hurt. You deserve only the best." He tried to calm her down. She just got more upset hearing her nickname and him not knowing he was even saying it. She turned her head to look up at him and smiled a little with tears still rolling down her cheeks. He wiped them away. "There's that cute smile that I've been waiting to see."

"Why were you on my facebook, Luke? Just wondering."

"Oh, I don't know I was watching you during cheerleading practice since I had to sit out from Basketball and I was curious and wanted to know more about you. Then I got distracted by how good you look in your pictures and for some reason, couldn't stop looking through them all. Sorry if that's weird.." He said nervously.

"No, it's fine I was just wondering because I accidentally saw it when I walked in." She held back a big smile.

"Good, you are a very busy person. Cheer captain and Student council president? Wow."

"Thanks, yeah but it's all fun and I love it. Hey um, when does your mom get home?" She asked.

"She's away for the night, it's just me until tomorrow."

"Oh okay, I was just curious because usually she gets home around now." She answered. He wondered why she knew that, but he didn't really care. He loved the feeling he got when she was around.

"Yeah, what time do your parents get home?"

"I live alone for the most part, my parents aren't really around much." She told him and he nodded his head and figured he shouldn't keep asking more questions about them since she was already upset and that wouldn't cheer her up.

"Oh, okay. I was just wondering because I thought maybe you'd like to stay here.." He asked while looking her right in the eye. She glanced at his bright green eyes and couldn't help but smile. She nodded quickly and let out a huge grin, complete with dimples.

"You're so beautiful, has anybody ever told you that? It's a shame that a girl as pretty as you can be this upset." He informed her and she smiled again.

"Thanks, I love -" She started but cut herself off when she realized what she was about to say. "I mean thanks, it means a lot."

"Anything for you, pretty girl."

"What?" She quickly replied and felt her heart beat speed up.

"Oh sorry, I just thought it was an appropriate nickname for you. If it bothers you when I say it, I won't."

"No, It doesn't at all. Somebody I love calls me that. He used to all the time." She smiled again.

"Oh, so you have a boyfriend?" He looked disappointed, completely forgetting about Peyton.

"Sort of, I did until last week. That's who was with my on vacation. My boyfriend, and he called me that. It was amazing, we had an amazing room and a jacuzzi on our balcony. And went jet skiing and walked on the beach and slept together every night. I miss him." She said sadly.

"Where did you go? I went on vacation last week with Peyton to the Bahamas." He remembered aloud and remembered his girlfriend again.

"The Bahamas." She stated nervously and he flashed her a confused look.

"Did you go with us?"

"Not exactly.. But I guess I kind of did with half of you. Never mind, just forget it. I don't want to do this now again and get hurt like usual." She said and laid back on the bed.

"Why would you get hurt?" He leaned over and rubbed her smooth cheek.

"Because I went with you.." She told him, afraid of what was going to happen next. An image of them in a bed with a canopy flashed in his mind but he couldn't remember when it was. At first he thought maybe she was lying, and they did go away together once but it wasn't last week because he was dating Peyton at the time. But then he just didn't know.

"I believe you, I just don't understand what is happening anymore. I remember being with you laying in a bed in a hotel room under a canopy, but I don't understand when it was because the two people that I trust told me I went with Peyton." He said confused.

She sighed. "It's okay, just believe what you want. Everything will come back to you eventually and you'll know the truth." He nodded and then the phone rang. He pulled it out of his pocket and read "Peyton calling" across the screen. He shot Brooke a look.

"It's Peyton, what should I do?" He asked because he honestly just wanted to continue laying with the beautiful brunette who was on his bed upset and trying to cheer up.

"Answer it, I'll be quiet."

"Hello?" He answered.

"Hey baby, what are you up to?" Peyton asked through the phone.

"Nothing, just drinking hot chocolate and sitting on the computer, bored." He lied and looked at Brooke.

"Oh, do you want me to come over and make you less bored?" She laughed and he looked disappointed.

"Um no, I think I'm just going to watch some TV and go to sleep early. I'll see you bright and early tomorrow though before first period. Okay?" He answered.

"Alright, I'll let you go then. Bye baby, I love you." She finished and Brooke heard her voice echo through the receiver and her face dropped at what Peyton said.

"Bye, see you tomorrow. Sweet dreams." Then he hung up. Brooke was glad he didn't say I love you to her, whether it was because she was there or for another reason, but she was relieved.

"You know it's a big let down when you don't say 'I love you' back to a girl?" Brooke laughed.

"But I don't, I can't remember her so to me it's like I just met her a week ago. I can't love someone that fast." He told Brooke. "Peyton understands that."

"Oh, yeah that's good" She was smiling and that put her in a much better mood, but she still wished Luke remembered her and that he loved her.