And for some of you who were wondering if this was a Brucas, read the summary at the end. Where it says "BL"
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I'm still concerned about how i'm gonna play this out. I'm not planning on ending it anytime soon.
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She tried to remember a time where her life wasn't hectic, and found that it never was quiet and relaxing. There was always some party, high school drama, a cheerleading competition, or something else, that would lead Brooke away from sleep and relaxation.
In elementary school, it was play dates and running around the neighborhood with Peyton, slirping milkshakes and singing along to Brittany Spears. In high school, there were parties, basketball games, competitions, the mall, and hanging with her boytoy of the week. Now in her prime, it was fashion shows, public affairs, VIP parties, and her ever so favorite, late nights with caffeine, sketching her newest masterpieces.
And yes, she still managed to look just fabulous when she came into work the next morning. People asked her hwo she did it. How she managed to accomplish so much in her career, sleepless nights, tears, the time and money, at only 24 years old. The truth was, she couldn't tell you. It was still a mystery to her how she got up in the morning everyday. It wasn't long ago that the only purpose of her getting up, was to see Lucas.
Lucas. A simple, five letter name. It was a name that could be owned by thousands of people in the world. BUt to her, that name meant so much more than a 2 syllable name. Once upon a time it meant everything to her. There were times she couldn't breathe without her broody boy. Hours of classes she would go through, just so she could see him at the end of the day. The only reason she would show up to games was so she could congratulate him on his win, and let him know she was proud.
BUt those times were gone, and so were her feelings. Or she thought they were. Brooke admitted nothing had been the same since her and Lucas ended. Actually, nothing was the same since she went to NYU. But everytime she thought about Lucas, or missed him, she would quickly remember his bitter attitude he showed the last time she ever talked to him. She could remember it like it was yesterday, although she tried to hard to forget it. Of course, he had a right to be angry, his entire basketball career was suddenlt nonexistent. ANd somehow the conversation had managed to turn to them. Don't ask her how, because she could tell you either.
At the time, Brooke was doing great in school. SHe was at the top of her classes, and she already had some sketches that had been sent to various agencies. The only thing wrong was the fact that she missed her friends and her Lucas. There wasn't a day that went by that she never thought about them. Yes, they all thought they could work through it, but some things can only work for so long. Emails became shorter, phone time had been narrowed to 10 minutes, and then all forms of communication just stopped.
It wasn't that she didn't wanna keep in touch, but despite what people though, designers school was some hard ass stuff. It was one thing imagining clothes, it was another drawing them. There were sleepless nights getting ready for presentations, manicans that stood in her living room, and guest speakers, which happened to be the most known designers in the entire world. Anyone who said that being a fashion desgner was easy could just kiss her ass.
When Haley had called her, Brooke had been ecstatic that she had finally heard from her friend. But under the cirumstances, not so much. She wasn't sure if she was upset because Lucas was in the hospital, or that Haley only called her to let her know, not to see how she was doing. But despite that, she flew on a redeye to Duke. SHe expected Lucas to be happy to see her, after almost two years of rare contact. But no, he had to go and be an ass. Brooke tried to convince him that there were other things that he could do, that it wasn't really over, but no again. He had to mention the one thing she wanted to avoid. Yes, she was concerned about where he relationship with Lucas was gonna go, but he didn't have to be so trenchant about it.
When Lucas said to just leave and forget about him, she didn't really intend to. But when he wanted her to give up her career to move back to North Carolina with him, she just couldn't do it. As much as she loved him, she wouldn't do that to herself. It was selfless, but Brooke just wouldn't do that. Throughout her whole relationship with Lucas, it was always all about him. HIs heart disease, his basketball game, his career, his life, his everything. When Keith died, she was there to hold it hand, and when he pushed her away, she stood her ground. But whenever she pushed him away, he got angry about it and went to, oh yea, Peyton.
And then there was Peyton. Her once best friend. There was a time when Brooke would trust Peyton with her life. Peyton was her only family, it went both ways. They always promised that nothing would come between them, not even a guy. Hoes over bros, buds over studs. And it was that way, for awhile. Then Lucas came along. Everyone asked her what was so special about him. Nothing really. Just the fact that he didn't want to get in her pants the first time he saw her. And his shyness and intelligence was something she had never seen before, and it drew her in. As well as her best friend. Yes, Peyton had seen him first, as immature as it sounded. But Peyton always showed anger and irritation whenever Lucas would come around, and she was with Nathan at the time.
After things simmered down a little, Brooke admitted to Peyton that she liked LUcas, and might wanna pursue an actual relationship with him. Peyton gave the okay, and the rest was history. Literally.
Gossip about Brooke Davis being cheated on ran rampant upon the halls of THH. There were girls who smirked in satisfaction, and the guys looked on in confusion. Why the hell would you cheat on Brooke Davis? Brooke herself wondered that, but for different reasons. HSe had honestly thought that her and Lucas were perfect, she was naive then. They had broken her, to the point where she questioned everything about herself. Why couldn't she be good enough for anyone? The question that followed her around her whole life.
Eventually she got over it, and her friendship with Peyton was back on track. Lucas was gone, which gave her time to heal and to be away from him. But he just had to come back, and bring up all those moments and questions that they thought were buried. But, being the bigger person, she accepted his apology, and his frienship. And things were good, she was with Felix, Lucas was her friend, Peyton was her best friend. Everything was in order. But there was that little part of her that kept on thinking about what it would be like if she were with Lucas. She thought sometimes that he had feelings for her, just with little things he would do, things he would say, that would make her just melt. They were quickly replaced though.
She didn't expect to move to California. But thanks to Lucas's charm, and his mother, she was able to come back for senior year. When she thought about it, she was really excited to go to California, but even more excited to come back for the new year, as a senior. Then came the goodbye kiss, or what she liked to call it. Brooke didn't expect it to say the least. Yes, she had her thoughts about her and Lucas, but she never thought he would feel the same way. It just wasn't right, it couldn't happen, not again. So she left for the summer, with her and Lucas's relationship in the air. Now she was dreading coming back, having to deal with all of it.
Brooke would be the first to admit that the friends with benefits was completely stupid. It was not one of her finest moments. She hurt Lucas, and hurt herself. The ache in her heart was bare, it wouldn't go away, and she dind't want it to. So she resolved everything with Lucas, and it led to their first i love yous.
Everything was great from them on. Everyone got along, no disasters, until the school shooting. WHenver Brooke thought about senior year altogether, it always came back to the shooting. The worst experience she had ever had. It was something that would live with all of them who were there, whether they were outside, or held hostage.
And anytime she thought about the shooting, she thought about Peyton and Lucas's kiss. Yes, she was mad about it, but eventualyl she got over it. SHe trusted both of them, and they wouldn't let her down. ANd they didn't for the rest of high school. Then came the big decision making. College. Just the word gave Brooke chills. Going into a new enviroment. It taking more than five minutes to get to school. Everything being so much bigger, different people, professors that really didn't give a damn whether you showed up to class or not.
But she managed to pull it off. Balancing school while keeping in touch with old friends had been easy the first two years. Then her deisgns started getting more recognized, and she was up for plenty of job offers. There was no time for emailing or phone calls. She felt bad, but it was all just out of her hands. When someone passes you your dream, you take it. It sounds selfish, but you never know until it's right in front of you.
So after her little run in with Lucas, she was planning on seeing him the next day, after he cooled off. But she had been called to sketch a dress for a fashion show on real short notice. it would be the first time one of her designs got out of the public and there was no way she would pass on that. So she left, without notice. It was rude, but she was so upset with the way Lucas talked to her, like she was supposed to give up her life to nurse his bruised ego.
And once again everything was about Lucas Scott.
But she went on with her life, thinking of Lucas occasionally. Her career was really taking off, and she felt like she was enough for the first time in awhile. Despite her huge bank account, she settled for a small penthouse in the heart of New York City. Big kitchen, big living room, 2 bedrooms, one office, big bathroom, and big walk in closet. SHe didn't want any roommates, just because living with Brooke was hell. SHe had made some friends from work, but her best friend in the city was Kate Solari. Kate was her confidante and her assistant. Not really her assistant, but she worked for Brooke. Kate was nothing like Peyton, except maybe for the blonde hair. They had yet to get into an argument in their five year friendship. Kate knew all about Brooke and her old life in Tree Hill, and she accepted it, consoled her whenever she missed them.
Brooke couldn't say she was shocked when she found out that Lucas and Peyton had a little fling and got married. She actually thought it was kind of funny, not because it was pathetic, though it was, but because she remembered imagining something like that when Lucas first cheated on her with Peyton. It would keep her up late at night, having nightmares of Lucas and Peyton getting married. And looks like it came true. But from what she heard from Haley, they weren't really happy, or in love. It comforted her to an extent, but she tried to keep her mind off of Tree Hill.
You could say Haley and Nathan were living the all American dream. They even had a white picket fence, and a dog. If that wasn't perfect, Brooke didn't know what was. She talked to Haley every once in awhile, maybe once a week. Things were good with her, as good as can be expected with being 7th months preggers. Of course, Brooke was already named to be the godmother of the little Tutorbaby. At the time Brooke was so happy and excited, she would be able to see her old friend and be there when she gav ebirth. Plus she would be able to spoil that little kid rotten.
What she didn't realize at the time, was that she would have to go back to Tree Hill. THE Tree Hill. Where she was supposed to have left all her problems and all her old reputations and the drama. With Lucas and Peyton there, it would be hard to avoid them.
SHe didn't want to take one look at Lucas and see Dan looking back at her, that she was the cause of that. The same went for Peyton. From how it sounded, Peyton was stuck in a loveless marriage, but like the late Deb and Dan Scott. It was sad actually, how they all stopped being friends. There was a time when they would kill or die for each other. Brooke thought they would be like that forever. SHe would reunite with Lucas, Haley and Nathan would have that family they always wanted, and Peyton would finalyl be with Jake andJenny, wher eit seemed like she belonged.
That was far from where they all were now. It was amazing the friendship they once had, but those times were gone now, and all Brooke had now was the present. And the present consisted of a few minutes to eat before she headed over for dress rehearsal for another one of her fashion shows.
Ever since she graduated, Brooke had been on this grind. Always working, always out doing something for work, having meetings, and when she wasn't doing that she was sketching or sleeping. There was only so much a girl could take.
Despite her busy work schedule, she had found solace in her boyfriend of 6 months, Brian Grant. He was of course, a business man, inheriting his grandfather's company, investing in hotels, stocks, the real thing. He was even on her board of trustees in her clothing company, Pretty Girl. Ironic huh? But never the less, Brian was the best. Light brown hair, hazel eyes, and he could work a business suit. They'd met at a social event, and immediately clicked. The funny part was that he was nothing like Lucas, and that was refreshing, and the fact that Brian actually put her first. It was nice.
OF course, deciding to start off an honest relationship, Brooke filled Brian in about her old life, including Lucas. He was understanding, but he asked her how she could put up with someone that had broke her heart numerous times. SHe could call it stupidity, immaturioty, puppy love, but that would still leave Brooke clueless.
Brooke was finally content with her life. Sure, there were times she wanted to stab her vein with a needle, but it was nothing she couldn't handle. Brooke Davis could handle anything. Except facing her ex boyfriend and her ex best friend.
She thought she could. SHe honestly thought she could pull it off, but it's easier said than done. No doubt Lucas was an ass like Nathan described. Brooke had a theory that owning a dealership did that to people. It would explain alot of things. At first she found it hard to believe that Lucas had turned into his father. She could remember times when Lucas would swear up and down he would never live the life Dan had. She believed him at the time. It just goes to show how much has changed.
Brooke glanced at the clock. SHe had about 10 minutes until she had to leave. It was just 2 blcoks away. But with the crowded sidewalks, and the fact that she was wearing her Jimmy Choos, she would have to leave now. Grabbing her coat, she left her penthouse and locked it behind her.
Brooke really fit in New York. The style, the beauty, everything was all Brooke. Dressed in a white strapless sundress with a cream coat over it and her Chanel sunglasses on her nose, Brooke crossed the street and walked along the hustle and bustle of New York City. What Brooke liked alot about New York was the fact that nobody really cared what you looked like. YOu saw someone once, dressed bad, and you would probably never see them again. No point to obsess about their fashion choices. Nobody was up for scrutiny, and she liked it.
The doorman opened the door for her and she stepped into the Paramount Hotel. It was supposed to be a low key fashion show, with only the most selective buyers. The big guard let her through the side door and she encountered a very different hustle and bustle. There were about 18 models, all sitting in chairs or in dressing rooms. Make up artists were spreading out their cosmetics, and the hair stylists were plugging in hair dryers and flat irons. On the catwalk you could see technicians checking for the lighting. It was a normal day in the life of Brooke Davis.
SOmetimes she laughed to herself, all these people were working for her. Some were 5 maybe 10 years older than her, but were under her authority. They followd whatever she said, and she wasn't too hard on them. Whenever strangers would ask what she did, they were surprised. Brooke was one of the youngest fashion designers ever, and she was proud. She worked hard to be where she was at, it took alot of sacrifices. But it all paid off when she saw teenagers wearing her clothes or models out of the catwalk decked out in her couture.
There were times when she wondered how it would've been like if she had moved back to North Carolina to be with Lucas. Would they have been happy? Yes, maybe for awhile. But sooner or later Brooke would've gotten bored, and resented Lucas. And maybe she would've been friends with Peyton still. There wans't a point thinking about how it could've been, but it was enlightening to think about it once in awhile.
She hung her coat up on the coatracks, and smoothed down her hair, which was in a low ponytail, with her sidebangs out. Brooke hadn't really changed the past couple of years.SHe had gotten taller, more slimmer, but the same. Her beauty was unique, and her dimples were as deep as ever. SHe checked her watch. Brian was supposed to be there in five minutes. He always liked to come to her shows, see all her hard work.
Yes, like was good for Brooke Davis. A great boyfriend, a best friend, and a growing company at only 24. SOme could call it a miracle, that she was lucky, but it was from her own will to make it in this life. Brooke always looked back on her life, and she was prouid of the decisions she made.
But there was always that one 'what if...'
But Brooke had no time to think about that. SHe had a fashion show to prepare for. Then followed by reporters and photographers afterward. Surely she would be on the cover or in a fashion magazine the next morning. It wasn't new to her, but everytime she got all excited and chipper. There were interviews she would do on TV, and she would get butterflies on each one. Seeing herself on TV was always a big thing with her. It was surral, like it wasn't her. And the fact that millions of people around the world could be watching her every move on television.
But she always wondered if a certain person was watching her, after all these years.
What she didn't know was that he was, after all these years, still watching her.