So anyways sorry for not updating as quickly, i've been having writer's block with this story, but with my other one ideas keep on popping up lol. But don't worry, i have an idea about what's gonna happen, and how i've gonna write it.
I know it seems a long shot that it'll be Brucas, but i want this to be a long fic, with every single detail put in so bear with me!
Right now im thinking about having Brooke come back to Tree Hill maybe on the 7th or 8th chapter. I wanna get every person's POV before Brooke actually comes. And im also contemplating whether or not i want Brooke's boyfriend to come with her. But for now im kinda against it, it just wouldn't make sense to have him there for a month or so because Brooke's only there for Haley.
Nathan and Lucas kinda have a talk. Lucas finds out that Brook's coming back to town.
This chapter you kidna see a more softer side of Lucas, the one from season one ish. But not alot though, you'll still see times when he acts like an ass, well like Dan lol, but if you pay attention you can tell the different in what he says.
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It had been three days since Lucas had last talked to or seen his wife. For a normal married couple, that would've been atrocious. It was common knowledge that you had to see your spouse every single day, unless of course one was away on a business trip or something. But as Tree Hill had already known, Lucas and Peyton weren't any normal couple. Hell, they weren't even a couple, they were just, there.
Yes, Lucas had caught glimpses of Peyton coming in and out of the house, see her car leave the driveway every so often. HE didn't let it bother him. He had other things on his mind to worry about. There was the contract signing he had to make the next day for 10 potential car buyer and two new trucks coming in from Washington with the newest car models. And the fact that he was out of food, and alcohol. There were frozen pizzas and chips laying around in the kitchen, but Lucas didn't have time to actually look. He was never in ther eanyway, that was the cook's job. Unfortunately for him, the cook already went home. Peyton had been gone all day and most of the night, only to sleep in the guest bedroom, and sometimes the beach house. Lucas's dreams had been filled with a certain brunette all night, not giving him any peace to sleep. Which resulted in him drinking himself into oblivion every night.
So Lucas decided he had to go to the supermarket. There was only one supermarket in Tree Hill, and it wasn't a surprise. It seemed like every year the town just got smaller and smaller. Some people, his old friends, got out while they could, whether it was because of college, or a new job, but they had gotten out. Some people, like himself, remained in the small town, with the same people day in and day out, where everyone knew your business.
Driving on a backroad, Lucas saw the Rivercourt come into view. It was slight moments like these that caused his eyes to soften. The Rivercourt was where it all started. As much as he wanted to, Lucas couldn't hate the basketball court. It was apart of him, even though he hadn't been there in years. He was sure Haley and Nathan still went there from time to time, but he wouldn't really know. He hadn't talked to them in years also.
Pulling into a parking space, Lucas cut the engine. His Yukon Denali was his pride and joy, the only thing that made him happy these days. It ran great, dependable, and it was the best looking car in town. No one could top it mostly because no one had money like he did. All they had were small business in the town square. It didn't get them anything.
Walking past various cars, they all had the LUcas Scott Dealership sign on them, or a license plate. Every single person in this town had bought a car from him. Almost every single person in this town hated his guts, but they still needed a car regardless. And unless they wanted to drive 2 hours to get to the next closest dealership, they just had to suck it up. That was one of the perks of living in this town.
As he entered the store, he saw baggers and cashiers look up at him. To be truthful for once, Lucas hadn't been in the supermarket in years. It was just better to go to work and come home. It saved him alot of dirty looks from people he didn't even know. BUt that was just what asses went through. He had no idea how Dan put up with it all these years.
The first thing on his mental list was bread and turkey. He made his way through the various aisles and stopped to check what kind of bread he wanted. It took him a minute to realize he didn't really know. So he guessed and went with whole wheat. Lucas strolled over to the deli section and was surprised to see his good old friend Mouth standing there with his hands in his pockets. Mouth had definitely grown up. He was tall and lanky, and his face had matured. Mouth didn't even give him a second glance when Lucas walked up to him.
"How you doing Mouth?" Lucas said as he waited in line after giving his order.
"Just fine Lucas," Mouth replied professionally.
"Listen Mouth," Lucas began, guilt getting the best of him.
Mouth turned his head and glared at him, "Luke i really don't wanna hear what you have to say. I can't even believe im looking back at the same guy i used to think so highly of. YOu know i've lived here for the past five years, and this is the first time you ever tried to talk to me? I gave up a long time ago wishing you'd chaned because you won't. You're just like Dan." He received his order from the deliman and left.
"Mouth?" Lucas asked quietly. Mouth stopped and turned around to look at him.
"Who's your wife?" Lucas asked, gesturing to the ring on his left finger.
"Gigi, has been for 4 years now. We have one child and another on the way. But you would've already known that if you had come around."
Lucas sighed. Coming to the supermarket was a bad idea. He felt bad about what had happened between him and his friends, the people that used to mean so much to him. If he could turn back time, he would, but he couldn't. It was out of the question. That part of his life was over now, and he couldn't get it back. And plus, it wasn't his fault anyway.
After getting chips, peanut butter, and cheese, Lucas headed over to the alcoholic beverages. He had finished off every last drop of his double scotch single malt the night before. Once again, he was having dreams about Brooke again. Brooke. He could say her name in his head, but when it came to saying it out loud, he couldn't bring himself to do it. It was like if he said it, it meant it was real, that she really did leave. Every single dream he would have would start out as memories of certain things they did together, vivid memories of them happy, or funny moments. But as clear as they were, they would drift farther away. Lucas tried to reach out to them, but they were too far away for him to catch. Then he would wake up in a sweat, like he had just run a marathon, trying to catch his dream. But he could never catch it.
It was funny how there were so many different kinda of alcohol now. Some probably even more better tasting than the one that LUcas was drinking now. There were two rows full of various bottles and colors of the liquid in them. No doubt Brooke would be enjoying parties more. He used to remember time when he and Brooke would just sit around at her house, watching movies and drinking Smirnoff, her favorite alcohol beverage, mixed with soda, or just straight up. Or whenever there were parties, she always made sure to bring in a case or two. Just staring at alcohol made him think of her.
Suddenly he saw a pair of hands grab a case of Smirnoff Watermelon Twist Vodka. Lucas followed the hands and saw Nathan set it in the grocery cart. There was no doubt that Nathan had definitely grown up. HIs face was more matured, but he still looked like the same Nathan. He was probably shopping late for Haley's cravings. But that wouldn't explain the reason why he was buying alcohol.
"I didn't think pregnant women were supposed to be drinking," Lucas said grabbing two bottles of Riedel Sommelier.
Nathan didn't look fazed, "They're not. But this isn't for Haley, not like you care or anything."
"Let's not talk about this in the supermarket," Lucas said coolly.
"Then let's not talk about it at all," Nathan snapped, "This is the first time you've spoken to me in five years, and all you have to say is question my knowledge about taking care of my own wife?"
Lucas put his hands up, "Look im not trying to offend you or anything. I was just wondering who that was for. Haley can't drink, and i didn't think you liked Smirnoff."
"Well you're right about one thing, I don't like Smirnoff, im actually suprised that you remembered. And im pretty sure that you can guess who this is for."
Lucas just stared at his confused for a second. What was he talking about? Lucas didn't know half the people in this town, despite the fact that he'd sold cars to them.
Nathan sighed, "Geez,you couldn't get any more clueless. It's for Brooke."
Lucas's eyebrows creased in concentration. What was Brooke doing back here? She was supposed to have left and never come back. She was supposed to have left Lucas and not look back, or that's what he had forced himself to believe all these years. Lucas had not once thought about her coming back. It just couldn't be. Brooke was too good for the smal ltown people of Tree Hill.
Lucas scoffed, "Brooke?" Saying her name made her wince. Unfortunately for him, Nathan caught on.
"Yes, Brooke. SHe's flying down to be here when Haley gives birth. Not that you'd care about tha either."
"Look Nate, do you really expect Brooke to come back? You haven't seen her in years, her schedules pretty busy. She doesn't care about this town anymore, she abandoned it."
"Abandoned Tree Hill, or abandoned you?" Nathan asked.
"We're not talking about me--"
"Lucas who are you trying to fool? Everything is about you! You always make everything about yourself."
"Nathan that is so uncalled for. Im just looking out for you. Don't expect Brooke to stick around in one place for long. She'll get bored, and then she'll leave."
"Okay, i know you have some sort of grudge against her for leaving your ass, but get over it. It's been five years Lucas, be mature for once. I've watched you for years go downhill. This whole town hates you! Even your wife can't stand to be in the same house with you! And you can't blame anyone but yourself. You can try to blame Brooke, tell yourself that she's the one who ran away, but guess what? You pushed her out! She's happy with someone who actually thikns of her, and she's coming back to be here for Haley. So please save her the trouble and stay away from her while she's here."
"Nathan what has gotten into you? If you forgot already, i was in the worst point in my life! I lost my basketball career to a heart disease from a father that didn't want me, and the one person who was supposed to support me thorugh this left? How do you think i was supposed to react? She left, she ran away, and it's not my fault," Lucas said calmy.
Nathan chucked, "Sure Lucas, keep telling yourself that. But the bottom line is, you were an ass, you pushed her away, and it's your fault. And you and i both know that the only reason you blame her is because you're still so much in love with her that you're angry at her for leaving you. I know how you feel, i felt it when Haley left on tour. I hated her so much, not just because she left, but because it was her fault i felt this way, like my heart was slowly breaking. So get it together Luke, because she's gonna be here for awhile."
"But Haley came back." Lucas said quietly. Nathan turned around to look at him.
"Haley came back for you Nate. And she stayed."
"Yeaa she came back. I pushed her away still, said there was no chance. BUt i finally came clean with all that i was feeling. Maybe... maybe you should do the same."
Easier said than done. It was funny how their argument had ended in a heart to heart. Confiding in Nathan about his feelings wasn't something that Lucas had planned to do tonight. Talking to Nathan was something that he didn't even think he would ever do again. It was kinda nice, talking to Nathan again after all these years. Yes, they had their differences, but they were still brothers. Kinda like how Keith and Dan were. Dan was an ass, but Keith still loved him.
Brooke was coming back. Lucas couldn't completely comprehend it. It was like all his dreams had come rushing back to him. In the end it all came back to Brooke. Everything did. There was not one person in Tree Hill over the age of 20 that didn't hear or know Brooke Davis. SHe was the town's vixen/cheerleader. Every gir's envy and every guy's fantasy. The shit would hit the fan when they found out that she was coming back.
Once you knew about Brooke Davis, you eventually would hear Lucas's name come up. It was common knowledge in Tree Hill that Brooke and Lucas were together once upon a time. First it started off as him being Brooke's boytoy, but had escaladed into something much more deeper than that. They had their roadblocks, but had made it in the end all the way til college.
You know the rest.
Lucas wondered what it would be like, seeing her again. He had seen her almost every night when he turned on the television. Her face still vibrant, her dimples in full show. SHe was the same gorgeous girl he had fallen in love with, but she was a woman now. He couldn't really calculate it from the tv, but he guessed she grew a couple of inches, and she had sidebangs and a darker shade of brown to her hair. Her wardrobe had completely changed. Brooke was always a fabulous dresser, always looking nice wherever she went. But now her outfits were more sophisticated with a bit of sexy in it. But either way, she looked beautiful.
He would never admit it, but Nathan was right. He was blaming this all on Brooke, because she had hurt him so bad. Someone that he had loved so much had left him. In a way it was his fault. He should've went after her anyway. But he didnt because Lucas had bad timing. Always had, always will.
It wasn't like he could fix all his mistakes. What's done is done, and he couldn't change the fact that he was a hated man in a loveless marriage. He didnt even love his wife, he loved someone else.
Yes, he loved Brooke Davis, even more so now, when he hated her. It didn't make sense, but nothing about being in love with Brooke made sense. Even when they first started dating, they're whole relationship was a mystery to him. He hadn't even heard of her parents, she never talked about her life, she always wanted to know about his. Looking back on their whole relationship, nothing really made sense. The friedns with benefits didn't make sense, the fact that he always saved Peyton in stead ofher didn't make sense. Just the fact that he was married to Peyton wasn't making sense, because relalt he wanted more than anything to be with Brooke.
Nope, nothing about them made sense. But in his heart it was the easiest thing to understand.
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No doubt Peyton wouldn't be home, once again. Normally Lucas wouldn't have cared anyway, but tonight in particular he was glad she wasn't home. It would give him more time to think. And lately he had been doing alot of thinking.
Setting the food down on the counter, he rummaged through the bag and found what he was looking for. He got a glass from the cabinet and foudn a bottle of coke in the refrigerator. Filling it half with coke, and the other have with alcohol. Old habits were hard to break.
Walking into the living room, he plopped down on the couch and turned on the tv just in time for E News Tonight. No doubt some more gossip info, and updates on the latest fashion do's and don'ts, which of course would mean Brooke would be shwon no doubt, giving her expertise.
Lucas sat in his living room, his glass half filled with coke, the other with Smirnoff. Yes, old habits were hard to break. There are some that take only a little bit to until it wears off. Then there's other things that take years to break. Like smoking, you can take all the patches and chewables you want, but if you don't wanna quit, then you won't. Sometimes the medication and the patches can only help you so much. YOu have to want to stop.
Lucas didn't wanna stop loving Brooke. He had set himself up to live like his father, a jackass, ruining people's lives. He had became the man he swore he was never gonna be. Lucas wa sliving the life of a sinner, a big one at that. His feelings for Brooke were supposed to wear off by now. She was suppoesd to be nothing more than a mere memory of a girl tha tbroke his heart, someone that wrecked him. Loving her had come with so many complications, so much pain. But he loved her anyway. He didn't wanna forget her.
Yes, old habits were hard to break. But loving Brooke was a habit he could live with.