Author's Note: I don't like this chapter. It seemed promising at first, but uh, didn't turn out the way I'd wanted it to. Thanks for last chapter's reviews. I realized it got a lot less then usual, but I don't really mind. Hopefully, that'll change this chapter. I know a lot of you are worried about something happening, but don't worry. I mean, look, here's all I'm going to say about this story: Anything can change at any point. Nothing is set in stone. So don't be too afraid. Hehe. Um, please leave reviews, and uh, enjoy.
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Movie Script Ending
Chapter Ten: Seventy-Two Hours
"Three days?" Brooke made a face, adjusting herself so that she was sitting up on their bed, legs crossed Indian style.
Lucas smiled softly, pulling two ties out of his drawer. She gestured towards the lighter of the ties, and he tossed it into his bag. "Three days isn't that long, Brooke. I'll be back before you know it."
"It's like eighty hours." Brooke objected, tucking some stray pieces of hair behind her ear.
"It's seventy-two, Baby." He corrected, the smallest of grins forming on his handsome face.
"It's too long." She sighed.
"I'll be back soon. With gifts." He zipped up his bag, placing his hands on either side of her face, warmly.
"Gifts? Well, that makes it a little better." She rested her hands on top of his, and he pulled her in for a brief kiss.
Picking up his bag, he stood straight. Brooke stood as well.
"It's nice to know I'll be missed."
She smiled sadly. Of course he'd be missed. She knew that she didn't often run around publicly telling him how much he meant to her, but he did. Brooke Davis-Scott loved Lucas Scott more then anything in the world. And although sometimes she felt that their relationship faltered - she knew that no matter what happened, her love for him would not.
She stood on the tips of her toes, placing a quick, soft kiss on his lips. Turning away from him, so that he would not see the tears shining in her eyes, she began to walk away from him.
Lucas grabbed Brooke's arm, spinning her back towards him. She was seconds away from questioning him - but she didn't have the chance. He leaned down, kissing her passionately. He tightened his grip around her, and she melted into the kiss.
Eventually, he pulled away.
"I love you."
"I love you too." She kissed him softly one more time, before dropping his hand.
"I'll call you as soon as I land in Chicago."
"Call me as soon as you get to the airport." She corrected.
He nodded, a smile permanently embedding his features.
Things were going back to normal.
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Brooke's eyes ran over the calendar. Wednesday. Lucas would be coming home tonight. She smiled happily, resting her hands in front of her mouth. She eyed the calendar a while longer; it felt as if Lucas was returning from war, it having lasted three years, instead of a business trip that had lasted three days.
A jiggling sound could be heard even from her spot in the kitchen, and then the opening and closing of the front door. She took a sip of her coffee, tearing her eyes away from the calendar.
"Hey Nate," She called out, looking through the mail on the counter.
She heard his footsteps as they neared the kitchen. "Hey."
"So," Brooke grinned, "How's the key working out for you?"
Nathan laughed. "Pretty good. I like the fact that when it's pouring outside, I don't have to stand out there, waiting forever for you to open the door."
"I don't take forever to open the door." She argued.
"Okay. And I'm a three hundred pound kid with a five minute mile time." He grinned, using his hand to mess up her hair.
"Nathan!" She groaned, fixing it the best she could with no mirror.
He chuckled. "It looks good that way!"
"You're impossible." She picked up a gossip magazine, flipping over to a new Jessica Simpson article that caught her attention immediately.
Nathan laughed. Pouring himself a cup of coffee, he looked up at the calendar on the wall. "Hey. Luke gets back today, huh?"
"Yep." She couldn't hide the grin that formed on her face.
"We should do something for him."
"Like what?"
Nathan shrugged. "I don't know. Cook him dinner or something."
Brooke looked up in surprise. "Well, this is a surprise. Are you growing softer in your old age, Natey? Aw, you just love your big brother so much, huh?" She teased.
He frowned. "Forget it."
"No, come on! I think it's a good idea, Nathan."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
"Okay. No more jokes about me, though. Alright?"
She grinned. "Okay, Betty Crocker."
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"Nathan!"
"What?"
"What did I just say?" Brooke placed her hands on either side of her own face, feeling as if her head would explode if she didn't.
Nathan made a face. "Uh, I like your shirt?"
"No, before that." She seethed.
"I don't really remember." He shrugged.
"Oh my God. I'm going to kill you."
"Oh! Now, I remember. You told me not to stir or touch anything if you were already doing it."
She dropped her hands, nodding. "And what did you do?"
Nathan looked down. "I stirred the vegetables at the same time as you."
"Exactly. So, Nathan, what are we definitely not going to do again?"
"Stir or touch anything if you're already doing it?"
"Good boy." She grinned.
Nathan made a face, pulling himself up on top of the counter. "This is degrading."
Brooke laughed. "How so?"
"Well, I'm sitting here being told what not to do, and being scolded by someone that knows absolutely nothing about cooking." He huffed, crossing his arms over his chest.
She placed her hands on her hips, her eyes narrowing to slits. "Nathan Scott! Given my history with cooking, I would be pretty surprised and proud of myself if I were you! Have I made one mistake tonight? One?"
"Well, no, but-"
"No buts!" She turned away from him, stirring at the sauce she'd been preparing for the pasta.
With a sigh, he advanced towards her slowly. "I'm sorry, Brooke. I wasn't really being serious. You're a damn good cook, if I do say so myself."
Brooke looked up at him for a moment, before launching herself into his arms. "Aw! Natey! You're so sweet! Thanks!"
He sighed. "Yeah, whatever."
"So, let's get cooking!" She pulled away.
Nathan smirked. "If that's what you'd call it."
Brooke shot him a warning look.
"Hey, lower the weapons. It was a joke."
"A joke?"
"Yes. Humor. You should try it sometime."
"Ha-ha." She deadpanned.
Nathan smirked at her. With a brief shake of her head, she found herself smiling back.
"You're a little funny."
"A little?"
Brooke shrugged. "Maybe."
He grinned at her, and then looked past her, outside.
His jaw dropped.
"Holy shit!"
"What?"
"It's snowing!"
Brooke didn't even look up from whatever she was stirring. "Okay, Nathan."
"I'm serious!"
Rolling her eyes, she slowly turned towards the window. "Come on. I'm not going to fall for your bullsh- Holy shit! It's snowing!"
"I told you!"
She squealed, taking off. Nathan called after her, but she ignored him, pulling open the large front door. With a grin, she took in the site before her; a slow steady stream of snowflakes fell from the dark sky, on to her once grassy front lawn. Some people peered outside their windows curiously, while others frowned and made faces.
"Nathan, come here!" She ran outside, completely oblivious to the cold, even in her thin, off-white long sleeved shirt, and tight, skinny jeans. She wore no shoes, and yet her feet felt warm, as if she were standing on a warm patio.
Laughter floated through the air, and she caught snowflakes in her mouth, and jumped around, dancing to imaginary music.
Nathan watched from the doorway, his hands buried deep into his pockets.
"Nathan, come on!"
He made a face. "Fuck no. That shit looks cold."
"It's not, I promise!"
"I'll just take your word for it. You're looking a little bit high right now."
She chuckled, running towards him. The athlete's reflexes had not been quick enough, and the brunette girl had easily pounced on top of him, pulling him towards the lawn.
"Brooke, no! No, no, no." It was too late. His shoes were already soaking through.
"Okay, that's it." He tackled her, and they both fell kicking and screaming into the snow.
She screamed loudly as the cold snow soaked through her shirt. Grabbing a chunk of snow from beside her, Brooke pushed it into Nathan's mouth. He rolled away from her, and she giggled, climbing on top, and tickling at his sides.
He laughed hysterically, pushing her off and once again and taking control. Tickling at her thin body, he couldn't help but laugh at her expression.
"Stop!"
"You stop!"
Both fell into hysterics beside each other.
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Brooke was the first to enter the house, hair dripping wet, makeup running, and clothes completely soaked through. Nathan followed, looking similar - minus the makeup.
"We're so going to get pneumonia." He shivered.
Brooke laughed. "But wouldn't it all be worth it?"
He couldn't help but smile. "Depends on how bad the pneumonia is."
Both went their separate ways in order to change, and returned to the kitchen, minutes later. The food was almost completely done. Voices hoarse, and bodies aching, they made coffee and took a seat at the island.
Nathan sighed, biting his lip. "It wasn't supposed to be this way."
"What do you mean?"
"This. I wasn't supposed to be helping you make dinner for my brother. Right now, I should be making Haley some romantic dinner, telling her how much I love her."
Brooke took a sip of her coffee. "I'm sorry that things didn't work out."
He shrugged. "It's not that. I just think I could have made it work if I tried harder. I could have tried harder."
"Nathan, don't beat yourself up about it. It's not your fault."
"I'm just disappointed in myself. I should have tried to make it work. I could have."
"But you would have been unhappy with each other," Brooke shook her head, "You and Haley spent years trying to make it work. Fighting and making up, and disagreeing on everything. Maybe this was just how it was supposed to end up."
He nodded. "I guess. Look, tonight was really fun and everything, but I think I'm going to get to bed."
"But what about dinner?"
Nathan smiled. "It's really for you and Lucas. Have a romantic night. Seduce him or something."
She smiled, watching as he stood. "Goodnight."
"Night." He waved.
Biting her lip, Brooke sighed. "Nathan, wait."
Nathan turned. "Yeah?"
"Stay. Come on. Have dinner with us, forget about your problems with Haley. At least for tonight. You deserve to have a good time, Nathan. And you shouldn't feel guilty whenever you do."
"I guess.. I could stay for a little while." He shrugged, taking a seat.
"I'm glad."
He nodded. "Me too.. Thanks, Brooke."
"Anytime."
He opened his mouth to say something, just as the phone sounded loudly through the house. Their eyes instantly shot towards the white, ringing object, and Brooke stood to answer it.
"Hello?"
The other end was loud. She could hear various voices and sounds that seemed to be coming from a large intercom system. "Brooke?"
"Luke!"
"Hey." She could hear his voice relax. She could feel his smile form.
"Hey! Where are you?"
"My flight's about to take off, and I just wanted to call to tell you I'll probably be home in about three or four hours."
She checked her watch. "Damn, that's later then I expected you."
"I'm sorry. I thought my flight was earlier, but when I called to check, they gave me the right times."
"Oh," She looked disappointedly over at the dinner she and Nathan had made, "That's okay. As long as you'll be home soon."
"I'll be there soon, Sweetheart. I promise."
"Guess what?"
"I hate this game."
She grinned, ignoring him. "It's snowing!"
"Yeah, okay."
"I'm serious! Check your weather report on your cell phone! It's been snowing for hours! It's like a winter wonderland, here."
"My God. I can't believe I missed it."
"I know. Me and Nathan were dancing around." She winked at Nathan, and he rolled his eyes.
"Not like I had a choice.." He muttered.
"Nathan? Dancing?" She smiled as she heard Lucas's warm laugh. God, she couldn't wait until he was home.
"You should have seen it."
"I'm sorry I missed it. If it's still snowing tomorrow, I promise I'll do something overly romantic and completely ridiculous for you."
She grinned. "I think that's a very good idea, Mr. Scott."
"Baby, I have to go. If it's not too late, I'll call you when I've landed, okay?"
"Call anyway, Luke."
He bit his lip, grinning. "I love you."
"I love you too."
Lucas hung up his phone, staring at it for a few moments. She'd seemed so happy. Like she had before. Maybe things were going back to normal.
With a smile, he boarded his flight.
Maybe he'd won Brooke back, after all.