Lucas was smiling, the Lucas Scott was walking around with a damn smile on his face and even the people he worked with were slightly freaked out. They were almost positive they hadn't seen him smile one time in the months he had been there, well minus when he was filming and even that was fake.

"You're freaking people out Scott," Monica flipped her dark hair back, flashing what she assumed was a sexy smirk, but Lucas really didn't pay much attention. "All this smiling, people don't understand."

"I'm so sorry for smiling," he grumbled, flipping through his script.

Monica was his on screen love interest and his chemistry with her on screen was amazing, it seemed like a hot match being struck and could possible catch the set a flame, but off set he couldn't stand her. She played too much of that sexy vixen and it really didn't strike his interest, she was sexy, had that whole dark mystery thing going but not in the way he liked.

Now Brooke, Brooke had the sexy vixen down pat. Held a mystery to her that when she glided around people wondered what secrets she held and they wanted to be the one to figure it out. But she also held an innocence; a sweet side that he saw regularly and she was the gorgeous take home to mom girl and that he particularly liked. He could see himself taking someone like Brooke home to meet his family; she would be a lot better than the other girls he brought home.

"Look you are doing it again," Monica pointed out, a smile starting to etch on his face.

"Oh I think it's cute," Bevin the chipper blonde dropped beside him.

"Thanks Bev," he flashed her a grin before looking back into his upcoming scene.

Now Bevin he liked, she was one of those people you wanted to hate because she was so overly bubbly but you really couldn't. She was extremely naïve and most of the guys on set had taken a liking to her only because she made things drama free, plus they liked to look out for her since the 'Monica's' on set would talk to her like an idiot, though she never really caught on to it.

"Why are you happy Scott?" Monica questioned and he just shrugged. "There has to be a reason."

"Maybe he is just happy to be happy," Bevin suggested. "I mean I'm happy all the time."

"That's because you don't understand anything that goes on around you. In your head there are just rabbits and rainbows," she flipped her wrist around. "But whatever, I need to get to hair and makeup, Scott make sure that you have minty fresh breath for later," she jumped from her chair before walking off.

"Bitch," he muttered under his breath, turning to see Bevin sitting quietly staring at her fingers. "Bev, don't listen to her."

"I know that everyone thinks I'm dumb but I'm really not, I just like being happy," she turned looking at him. "Is that bad? I mean why would I want to be just a grumpy bitch like her all the time?"

"You wouldn't," he grinned giving her knee a pat. "Don't worry, I bite her lip extra hard for you next scene," he offered and she giggled.

"I like this you," she told him. "Don't listen to Monica."

"You neither," he winked as she stood up, kissing his cheek and skipping off and Lucas going back to his reading, waiting for his next couple scenes to be over so he could leave.

"This glow you have is annoying," Rachel commented, sitting on the bar and banging her feet.

"What glow?" Brooke corked a brow, digging underneath the counter for a bottle of jack.

"This I have sex every night glow," she waved her hand around, sipping on her drink.

"I don't have a sex every night glow," she rolled her eyes pouring a couple shots and grabbing a beer. "Are my wings up?" she yelled through the small window, getting a grunt in responds from the cook.

"But you do," Rachel ran her fingers through her hair, pulling it up into a ponytail.

"Maybe I'm just happy," Brooke suggested. "Thanks Chase," she called, grabbing the plate he slid forward and balancing it with the drinks. "Be right back," she lifted it all in one hand and gliding around a few tables. "Here you go boys," she slid the plate down.

"Oh thank you Brooke," Ken, an older man showed a chipped tooth grin. "You are a peach," he out stretched and old, wrinkled hand to grab a wing.

"Well I enjoy being your peach as long as ya'll go careful on the shots," she patted his back. "I'm not carrying you out again, got it Pete," she pointed at the old man who chuckled.

"Alright darlin," he stroked his white beard before taking a sip of his beer.

"Good," she patted his back, before going back to behind the counter. "Now what were we talking about?"

"Your sex glow," Rachel reminded her.

"Oh right, my supposed sex glow."

"No supposed sweetie, it's full on sex glow," she repeated and Brooke shook her head.

"I'm happy Rachel, there is a difference."

"Yes you are happy because you are having nonstop sex."

"This conversation is over," Brooke said, pretty sure fighting this battle with Rachel was pointless, since her and Weston were still at odds she decided to focus all her crazy thoughts on Brooke.

"Brookie, you have been with this guy for two weeks and you have been going at it like rabbits since New Years. It quiet disgusting."

"How on earth do you know what Lucas and I do?" her hand flew to her hip and Rachel just tilted her head to the side. "Oh right my sex glow," she used finger quotes and rolled her eyes. "Why don't you go talk to Weston and leave my relationship alone?"

"Because Weston and I are over," she stated no truth in it what so ever.

"You weren't over New Years when I found a very naked Rachel in my brother's bed," Brooke pointed out and Rachel scuffed.

"A drunken moment of weakness," the red head crossed her arms over her chest. "Meant nothing."

"That's why you have been avoiding him for the past two weeks, because it was nothing?" she creased her brow and her friend again just made a noise of irritation. "Right, I believe you completely."

"Whatever, we aren't talking about me at this moment. We are talking about you and Lucas."

"Why are we talking about us? I don't get the relevance to this conversation what so ever."

"The relevance is that you Brookie are getting involved with a guy you know nothing about and I don't believe so much you are over your last relationship."

"Hey," anger slightly raised in the normally calm girl. "I am over that jackass got it? He has no say in what or who I do it with. And yes maybe I don't know much about Lucas but what I do I like, I like a lot and he makes me happy Rach, why aren't I allowed to be happy?"

"I know, I'm sorry," she apologized not meaning for what she said to be taken that way. She just worried about her friend and wanted her to be ok. "I just don't want you hurting again; I don't want you to get into deep without knowing what you are doing."

"I don't want you to worry about it ok? Lucas and I are having run right now alright? I don't know what we are or what we are doing but its fun and he is making me laugh and Rachel a guy hasn't made me laugh in so long."

"Just be careful Brooke, I mean the last guy who made you laugh turned out to be the scum of the earth."

"I know Rach," Brooke gives her leg a pat. "I'm going to be careful this time; I'm not going to let that happen again. I'm not going to let myself get into something I'm not sure about."

"Well get sure quick cause lover boy is here," she nodded her head jumping off the counter to get t work. And a smile was already plastered on the brunette's face as she spun around to see him entering the local sports bar.

"Hello handsome," Brooke leaned on the counter as he walked towards her.

"Hey baby," he grinned, lifting her chin for a soft kiss.

"Mmm…you taste like the ocean," she commented, breathing in deep and getting a salt water smell.

"I went for a jog on the beach earlier," he shrugged, sitting down on the stool in front of him.

"Without me?" she pouted and he chuckled.

"I'll take you to the beach this weekend," he promised finding her so adorable.

"Good, but I don't want to jog, I'm lazy."

"And you get exercise other ways," he smirked and she blushed slightly.

"Maybe so."

"So what are you doing tonight, Pretty Girl?" he questioned, flipping through a menu that was in front of him. Which he knew was pointless, he would just get the same thing he had been getting since coming here.

"Nothing planned yet, why? Are you asking me out Lucas Scott?" she kinked a brow with a dimpled smile.

"No," he shrugged, going back to look at the menu. "Just trying to make conversation with the cute bar keep, it gets me free food," he winked making her growl.

"You are such a jerk," she pouted, taking her rug and throwing it at him. "I don't even like you at all."

"Oh I truly believe that," he placed his hand to his heart as she glared at him.

"Here you go, Luke," a plate of food was placed in front of him and he had to stop himself from cringing at the name. Not like it hadn't been a shorten nickname for him since he was little but it didn't change it made him think of other things.

"Thanks Chase," he nodded, grabbing the ketchup.

"Don't give him that!" Brooke jumped, snatching the plate right before Lucas squirted on his ketchup, the red sauce dripping on her hand.

"Nice Brooke," Chase shook his head as she growled at him.

"I don't care; we are not serving him anymore."

"Why?" Chase looked completely confused.

"Because my girl is nuts," Lucas informed him, grabbing a fry from the plate in Brooke's hand and wiping it through the ketchup on her hand. "Mmm…yummy," he wiggled his brow at her and she growled more.

"I am not nuts, he is mean to me," she let Chase know and he chuckled.

"Yeah, have fun with that one, Lucas," he slapped his back before walking back into the kitchen.

"You aren't getting this plate," she took a step back, hearing the distant chatter of Chase telling Rachel what the argument was about.

"I've been a very good boy lately," Lucas told her and Brooke scuffed. "Remember how good I've been making you feel?" he slowly stood, moving around to the end of the counter. Reaching for her free hand and pulling her into him. "Remember how good I made you feel last night?" he nuzzled his face in her neck, brushing his lips along her neck.

"No, I don't," she bit hard on her bottom lip, feeling the all too familiar chill run down her spine.

"Yes you do," he smirked, raking his teeth down her neck, not at all caring about the people around. This time of the day it was normally just the regular retired cops who sit on the other side of the building and if they could even see them it wasn't something they hadn't seen before over the last couple weeks.

"Lucas, I'm working," she reminded him, not wanting him to get her all hot and bothered at work.

"Then services me," he smirked, running his hand lightly up her leg and feeling her body shutter.

"Lucas…"

"Give me my food," he nipped at her earlobe. "Let me get some energy because you know I will need it tonight."

"I hate you," she growled, dropping his plate on the counter.

"I promise to make you change your mind later on," he pushed a kiss to her pouting lips and went back to his seat.

"I hate you know how to do that," she grumbled grabbing a napkin and wiping off her hand. "Think you are just all powerful over my body."

"But you see, I am," he winked and she sent him an evil glare that made him chuckle. "Don't be like that."

"Not talking to you," she spun around to wash off some dishes. "For the next five minutes you Mr. Scott are in a town of no friends."

"Whatever you say," he dipped his fries into his ketchup before shoveling it in his mouth. "Oh look at that," his phone started blasting off through the room. "A friend," he smirked pulling out his phone and pointing at the screen.

"Bite me."

"Don't tempt me," he smirked flipping open his phone, hearing the mumble of some colorful words of the girl in front of him. "Hello?" he was still grinning as he answered.

"Lucas…"

"Oh…umm…" he tossed a glance at Brooke, slowly standing up. "I'll be right back," he gave her a nod that she returned as he slipped out the front door. "Hey, what's going on?"

"I need your help, things are tough right now with Alex and I just…I can't handle all this right now."

"Ok, what's going on?" Lucas asked, not sure what much help he could be in a different state.

"She has just fallen into some bad groups of friends and she's staying out all night and doesn't tell me where she is going and we are fighting about everything Lucas. Keith keeps telling me that it's her age, that everyone goes through a stage like this but Lucas I'm worried about her."

"Ok mom, I understand but I don't really know what you need me to do. It's not like we are that close anymore," he shrugged knowing that was true. Yes they were close growing up, but once he moved it kinda drifted, they went on with their lives and he hated it but it happened. Of course when he would occasionally visit things seemed to float back to normal but it wasn't like it use to be, they were just different.

"That's the thing Lucas; I think maybe it's because of that. She was fine until you left, she was our little girl and now I just…she isn't my little girl anymore."

"Mom she is growing up, she is eighteen now, she isn't going to stay little forever."

"I know that but I'm worried Lucas. Something is off and I don't know what to do. I was just…I was hoping..." she trailed off.

"Hoping for what?" he questioned, his mother sounding so broken.

"I just know that you are close to home. I mean not down the street but a few hours and it's her summer you know so I thought maybe she could come visit you."

"Mom…" his tone quickly giving away he didn't want that happening.

"Lucas I think it would be good for her, it would be good for both of you."

"I know and I get that. I understand you want her to get away but mom I'm working all the time. I don't know how much company I could be," he tried to change her mind but knew it was no hope. Once Karen Roe had her mind set on something it was no hope in changing it.

"Lucas she needs to get away from these people. They aren't good influence on her and I don't know what she is getting into and honestly I don't want to. I just want her to be safe and she's not safe here Lucas. She needs to get away and I can't send her to visit Nathan and Haley because well Haley just had Jamie and on top of that I don't think LA is the place to have her tone it down. I don't ask you for anything anymore Lucas but I am pleading you let her come visit. Not all summer just a couple weeks, a month something. Show her there is more to life then what she is doing," she pleaded afraid of what would happen if she stated with the kids she was around much longer. "Please?"

"I…" he paused looking into the window seeing Brooke dancing around with one of the old regulars, a huge smile plastered across her face as she threw her head back laughing. "Ok," he agreed, closing his eyes and scratching his brow. "If you can get her to agree and come then I have a place for her."

"Thank you Lucas," she felt a burst of hope things would get better, that possibly she wouldn't just get things better with her daughter but Lucas too. "We will talk to her and call you when we have arrangements."

"Alright mom," he gave a nod, the life that popped back into her voice making him realize he couldn't change his mind.

"I love you Lucas and maybe you could come see us before heading back home?" she asked, knowing she might be pushing her luck with that one.

"Yeah, I'll try," he told her but knew neither really believed that. "Let me know what's going on with Alex."

"Alright sweetie, bye," she frowned.

"Bye ma," he hung up running his hand through his hair as he walked back inside of the warm building.

"Better watch out Luke," Chase leaned against the bar. "Brooke might be moving on," he nodded his head back at the girl dancing still with the older man.

"I'm very worried," he let out a fake laugh, sliding up behind her and placing his hands on her hips. "So I'm being replaced," he whispered in her ear, her giggling as Pete released her.

"Pete is a better dancer," she informed him. "Thanks for the dance," she leaned up on her toes, pressing a kiss to his old wrinkled face.

"Anytime darlin'," his southern drawl ringing through as he winked at her and slapped Lucas on the back, moving back towards his table.

"Come here," Lucas spun her around, bringing her close. "I just prefer slow dancing with you."

"I like that too," she grinned, swaying side to side as she rested her head on his chest. "Are you ok?" she asked, feeling him almost tense in her arms.

"Yeah, just a weird phone call from my mom," he shrugged, sliding his hand to her lower back.

"Want to talk about it?" Brooke lifted her head to look at him but he shook his head.

"No, it's no big deal," he shook his head, not at all wanting to discuss it. He knew this was bad; his sister coming to visit couldn't end well at all. Alex knew who he was, knew his life and knew about a certain girl back home, she knew everything and she could completely blow things with Brooke up in his face, and he honestly didn't think he wanted to lose her yet.

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