I'm the one that loves you
I'm the one that cared
Night comes and I think of you alone
We've changed
Love remains
So give me one more chance
I'll wait another day
Until there's nothing

"I hate storms," Brooke cringed curling into her sheets. "They scare me."

"What happened to the girl who loved the sky when it lit up with lightening?" Lucas wrapped his arm around her and laid his head on her shoulder.

"That was before a storm almost made me lose you," she brought her hand to lace through his fingers. "And I now hate them."

"You will never lose me," he rolled her over on her back so he could see her. "Stuff…stuff happens Brooke but you can't let it make you be scared of it. My Brooke Davis isn't afraid of anything."

"Your Brooke Davis is afraid of a lot," she reached up touching his cheek. "You scare me," she whispered and his brow creased.

"Why do I scare you? I don't want to scare you."

"That night I realized how much I need you Lucas. I lost you just a few weeks and my world ended. I couldn't even leave my house because I just felt so dead inside. I don't like someone holding that power over me. I don't like someone meaning so much to me."

"You listen here Brooke Davis," he grabbed her chin and turned her to look at him. "You are my world and I know you are scared and I understand that but if you give me your heart, if you give it to me fully I swear I will protect it from everything."

"Promise?" her bottom lip trembled. "Because if I give it to you I don't think I will ever want it back. You sure you want to have that responsibility? You sure you want to always be with me?"

"Yes," he answered without thinking. "I know not everyone wants me with you," he told her and she frowned. She hated he thought that, she hated even more it was true. She couldn't even count the amount of times her mom would sit down and talk about Lucas, or even Cam, who was better now, still wasn't thrilled with the idea. So many people, so many talks, so many people just not understanding. "But I swear Brooke I'm serious here. I will spend forever making you feel safe because I love you. My whole life is wrapped up in you and I promise that I will change. I will become someone they want with you and I will be that person Brooke."

"I don't want you to change," she ran her hands through his hair. "Lucas I love you. I fell in love with this person and I don't care what everyone else's thinks. They don't see you loving me when no one else is around so screw them."

"Brooke…"

"Lucas…" she took his face in her hands to look her in the eyes. "Don't change. Don't become someone who isn't you just because you think everyone will be happy about it. You're a good person, a great person and you can do anything you want."

"I don't know if I can Brooke," he frowned. "I don't know if I can give you all you deserve. This may be my life always," he shrugged and she let out a small smile.

"I would be ok with that," she told him. "Just me and you laying in bed all day making love," she smiled at the idea. "Then maybe one day have a baby, you think you would want a baby with me?"

"Yeah," he smiled brushing back her hair. "I would want a baby with you, as many as you would want."

"A little boy just like his daddy," she grinned leaning up and giving him a gentle kiss.

"No, I want a little girl with her mother's smile," he admitted looking down at her.

"Maybe we should start practicing," she smirked, sliding her leg up a little his body positioning perfectly on top of her. "You know to be safe. Just so when we are ready we can have one quick."

"Yeah?" he lifted himself up a little to line up against her and sliding slowly inside.

"Yeah," she moaned, arching her back and closing her eyes. "That feels good…"

"You feel good," he smirked, dropping his mouth to her neck. "So damn good baby," he rocked himself on top of her loving the noises she makes.

"Luke…" she ran her fingers through his hair. "I love you," she moaned, him lifting his head to cover her mouth with his whispering, "I love you too."

Stop fighting love
Baby I just want to know the reason why
Stop fighting love
Don't say goodbye
And you'll be back in my arms again

The loud crash was what woke her from her dream. If she is honest she doesn't ever hear a thunderstorm and not think of that day together. It had stormed the whole weekend and her and Lucas never left his bed. They made love more times then she could count and Lucas repeated his love for her the whole weekend. The only time they left the bed was when Lucas climbed from it and made them something to eat. Just to return to the bedroom and make love all over again.

She loved Adam, she did and when they slept together she felt amazing, it felt amazing but Lucas as a lover…god she shivered every time she thought of it. She didn't know if it was because he was her first love, her first time or anything but being with him was so different then Adam. They touched her different, kissed her different, moved different but though they were both good, very good something about being with Lucas was...she didn't want to say better, it wasn't better it was just different.

When the door cracked open she didn't have to even turn over to see who it was. She knew, she felt it in her heart, heard it with his footsteps, with his movements. She knew every inch of that boy, every scar, every freckle, everything so when he was around she knew it. Just like she knew he knew she was awake. The stupid connection she couldn't understand.

"Please…" she begged when his arms came around her as she laid in her bed. "Please don't hate me…"

"Why would I hate you?" he pulled himself closer to her, enjoying the smell of strawberries that hit him in the face.

"Because…" her voice cracked, lacing her fingers through his. "Because I need you to forget about that kiss…"

"Brooke…I can't…" he shook his head, kissing the back of her shoulder, hating when he heard her whimper.

"You were drunk and I was just…I was being stupid…" she tried to convince knowing it was no hope. "Please Lucas, please forget it."

"But I love you," he whispered, flipping her over to look at him. "And Brooke I think you love me still too."

"Please stop…" she pleaded, a tear dropping to her pillow.

"Remember our rule?" he rested his forehead against hers and her eyes closed. "You came up with it, so I know you remember…"

"We can't…" her voice cracked.

"Tell me you remember…" he grabbed her chin and tilted it up.

"Of course I remember…" she opened her eyes too look at him.

I can make it better
I can make it right
If only you could try and see the light
Someday
Someway
I'm gonna make you see
That I've paid
For my mistakes
Until there's nothing

"I never thought I would love a storm so much," Lucas teased, pouring him a drink. "Here you go," he handed Brooke the glass as she sat on the counter.

"Yeah, just wish the power would come back on," she took a sip as her boyfriend moved in front of her. "That candles are going to burn out completely soon," she glanced over at the waxed object flickering low.

"Then it's just you, me and the darkness," he ran his hands up her bare thighs as she sat with just his shirt on.

"As long as there is the you and me part I don't mind so much the darkness," she tilted her head to the side as he started kissing up her neck. The crackling outside making her pulse race, just adding to what he was doing. "You know what I think?"

"We should go back to bed?" he smirked making her giggle.

"No," she pulled her neck away from him and he lifted his head to look at her. "Well yes but no…"

"Don't think I like that…" he frowned and she laughed.

"Some of our defining moments have involved storms," she pointed out and he grinned.

"First time I kissed you it was storming," he reminded her knowing that the night at the club was one hell of a storm. "And the first time I said I love you, it wasn't storming but it was raining pretty hard."

"Maybe it's like a sign," she suggested and his brow creased. "Storms are our thing. Every storm I'm in makes me think of you. Like God is trying to remind me or something. Trying to make me remember that all of the happiest and scariest moments of my life involve thunder and you."

"So what are you thinking then?"

"A storm is like our recharge time," she said and he looked confused. "From now on every time it storms we do something."

"We do something?"

"Yup," she slid her arms up around his neck. "So whenever it storms we don't think about the scary storm but of all the fun and good times we had."

"Well ok," he chugged down the rest of her drink and sat the glass on the counter. "Up we go," he threw her over her shoulder and she squealed.

"Lucas!" her legs flew up a bit as he held her secure. "What are you doing?"

"Making a memory," he walked into his bedroom and threw her onto his bed.

"And what memory is that?" she bit her lip having an idea. Growing a little confused when she watched him walk over to his closet. "Baby?" she tilted her head to the side finding him disappear in the small closet.

"I'm coming," he dug through his stuff before locating what he wanted. "Ok," he walked back in the room, dropping down beside his girlfriend. "This," he held up a small metal heart on a black silk ribbon.

"Luke…" she touched the heart smiling. "What's this?"

"Well," he wiggled up on the bed and propped his head on his hand looking at her. "My car as we know is forever destroyed…"

"I'm sorry."

"Hey," he grabbed her chin to look at him. "You're safe, that's all that matters," he told her and she nodded however still looked sad. "But I loved that car, can't even lie. And now," he reached up hooking it behind her neck. "You hold everything I love," he shrugged and she smiled.

"What's the date?" she looked at the back with the engraving.

"That my beautiful baby is the day I realized I was in love with you."

"But we weren't even together then," she told him and a gentle smile graced his face.

"I know."

"Luke…" she slid her hand through his hair bringing him down to kiss her. "I love you," she whispered, "so much," she brought him back down to kiss her. "And here I thought you just wanted to have sex," she giggled against his mouth and he laughed.

"I do, that's my rule," he ran his hand up under her shirt, well his shirt. "Stormy weather means good day for Lucas," he grinned like a kid on Christmas.

"You're stupid," she rolled her eyes before breaking into a grin. "But it's ok, I wouldn't change it."

"Good," he wiggled out of his boxers and started to tug her shirt over her head. "Because stupid me wants a naked you," he joked, looking down at her, smiling before covering her mouth with his.

I let your lust for love excite me
You took my heart instead
And now there's nothing

"What am I supposed to do here Brooke?" he questioned dropping his head to rest against hers. "Everything is telling me to not give you up again."

"I don't know," she breathed in deep. "I had everything figured out just fine until you showed up. Now everything is so complicated."

"I'm sorry," he frowned. "I don't want to keep hurting you. I don't want to make things hard for you but god Brooke what I feel… I know you feel it Brooke."

"I don't," she shook her head quickly. "I can't…"

"Yes," he cupped her cheek, stroking the soft skin until her eyes opened up again. "Yes you can. If you didn't feel anything this wouldn't be hurting you so bad. You wouldn't be so confused and upset. Just tell me what you feel Brooke."

"It doesn't matter what I feel," she shook her head.

"That's the only thing that matters," he growled, tightening his hand in her hair.

"I don't want to hurt you Lucas, please don't make me hurt you," she begged.

"I'm already pretty damaged Brooke, nothing can hurt me anymore."

"I love him," she whispered seeing the pain shoot through him. "I need him Lucas, I want him."

"Am I stupid to admit that I was thinking you might say something different?"

"I haven't been fair to you. I've been confusing you and I know and I'm sorry Lucas. God I'm so sorry," a tear fell making his heart hurt.

"Even if you don't want to admit it, even though I know you feel like you can't admit it but I know you love me Brooke. I feel it, when you look at me or touch me, when you kissed me…" he said the last part low and her eyes once again closed. "How am I just supposed to forget that? How am I just supposed to pretend I don't know that?"

"Lucas…" she breathed in deep to calm herself. "Please, if you ever loved me like you said, if you love me like you say now please Luke, please forget about that kiss. Please," her voice cracked and his head dropped. "I'm begging you, please. That one moment…that one moment of me being weak could ruin everything. I will take blame I will, it was my fault, I shouldn't have done that and I get if you hate me for letting it happen but please," she let out a sob and he swallowed hard hating she was hurting again. "Please forget it, please."

"I'm sorry," he whispered, bringing his lips to kiss her forehead. "I'm so sorry for everything I've put you through, but just know," he dropped his gaze to look her in the eyes. "I could never hate you Brooke, even with everything, I understand you hating me but know I could never and will never hate you."

"For what it matters, I stopped hating and blaming you a long time ago," she admitted and he nodded.

"I love you, I always will," he gave her a gentle kiss that he didn't give her a moment to react to before pulling back. Moving from her bed and suddenly Brooke finding herself alone. The storm not at all easing up.

Stop fighting love
Well I just want to know the reason why
Stop fighting love
Don't say goodbye
Stop fighting love
Baby there's no reason why
Stop fighting love
Don't say goodbye
And you'll be back in my arms again
Stop fighting-stop fighting love
Stop fighting-stop fighting love
Stop fighting-stop fighting love

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