The blaring noise made him want to punch someone and it seemed no matter how many times he slammed his hand on the snooze button the sound wouldn't stop. Yanking his pillow over his head, he breathed in deep an aroma moving through him and relaxing ever nerve ending in him.

Brooke.

He was completely aware of the fact that her sweet vanilla scent mixed with berries from her shampoo was incasing everything he owned. His clothes smelled of her, his bed, his sheets, himself and he was growing so accustomed to it that it frightened him. He shouldn't be falling for this girl but in the last three weeks of knowing her his life had completely changed.

He was smiling all the time, sleeping better, actually enjoying going to work just because he knew as soon as he was done he got to see her. He was almost positive he had gained ten pounds from all the food he ate being as he would leave work and go sit at her bar until she got off but he didn't care because he was running every morning which was something he hadn't done since he was in high school.

She was good for him, to good and sadly he knew he was terrible for her.

"Shit!" he growled jerking up in his bed and slamming his hand once again on the alarm clock beside him, quickly realizing the noise was not coming from the little black device but another one. "Hello?" he pulled his phone to his face and dropped back down in his pillow.

"Luke!" she squealed so loud it made his head hurt and yank the phone away.

"Uh…hey Kate," he ran his hand over his head, not so much in the mood for this conversation.

"How are you? I miss you so much!"

"I'm good…you?" he asked, ignoring the fact with the more time away and the more time he spent with Brooke he was slowly starting to feel less and less for the girl on the other line.

"I'm doing so great. I was talking to daddy yesterday and he was saying that things should be completely ready for next August. Isn't that great? I'm so excited and think everything will be so perfect," she squealed not even letting him comment before going off again. "I was talking to Haley today and think you should call her because she is being super moody. I mean I know she has Jamie but he is like pushing four or something, shouldn't she be over this whole grumpy and bitching stage? You would think all her hormones are back in check."

"I'm sure she is just exhausted Kate. She has an eleven month year old and a full time job, along with trying to run that record company with Peyton. I mean I doubt you would be that chipper if you did all she did."

"Luke, I have spent many hours on a beach in freezing cold water, in the winter in a bikini," her hand planted on her hip.

"Yeah your right, exact same as taking care of a child," he rolled his eyes, pulling the sheet over his head.

"Exactly. We all have a tough time but we don't get bitchy with other people."

"I'll call her later," he settled, not wanting to get in an argument. Haley had been his best friend since he was young and Kate and her always bumped heads. Personally Nathan and he couldn't understand why they hated each other right off the bat but they did and their relationship really hadn't gotten better over the years.

"Great!" she perked back up and went on into detail about things he wasn't in the mood to be listening too and after a while just tuned her out and started to dose back off.

"Weston?" Brooke looked surprised to see her brother at the door. "What are you doing here?"

"I need you to explain to me what is wrong with that friend of yours," he stormed into her apartment completely enraged. "I mean we sleep together on New Years yet the last few weeks she has been completely ignoring me like I have some sorta disease which I would like to say if I happened to have one she would have caught by now."

"Ok, one gross," Brooke held her finger up shooting the door. "And second West, Rachel is completely in love with you but just needs you to prove your feelings for her."

"Prove my feelings for her?" his temper flared and eyes darkened. "I proposed to her damn it and I need to show that I care!"

"What?" Brooke's eyes widened with shock. "You proposed?"

"Yes!" he threw his hands up. "I bet she left that little detail out when she informed you I was off cheating!"

"She never said you were cheating. Just that Annalise was hitting on you," she told him, still getting over the thought of her brother actually proposing and her not knowing.

"Annalise flirts and hits on everyone! Damn she did it to Lucas last weekend and no one gave him shit," he pointed out. "All Rachel did was use Anna to push me away. She got completely freaked out when I asked which is nuts being as we have been together for five goddamn years!"

"What she say when you asked?"

"She completely freaked out, saying no, no what are you doing? Then I get down on my damn knee, pour my heart out to this girl, which you know I never do," he told her and Brooke agreed, her brother never being one to speak of his feelings. Normally he just assumed you knew how he felt and she was floored when she heard him tell Rachel the first time. "And she pulls me up, tells me she needs to think and then takes the ring! She doesn't even let me keep it, just takes it and as soon as one little problem rises she takes it as her out and runs."

"Rachel loves you," she told him feeling really bad for the broken look of her brother. And also making a quick connection to why Rachel was so against ever talking about them. Brooke had tried to bring it up tons of times over the last few weeks but she just dismissed it and turned the subject back to Brooke and Lucas. "She does, you and I both know that but she does have issues, major commitment issues and you gave her a huge commitment."

"Well then she should know that this little game I'm over. If she doesn't want to be with me fine, whatever," he tossed his hands to his side. "But I want all my shit back, I want her to get all her shit out of my place because seeing it every day is making me want to burn it and I want my ring back. So next time you talk to that best friend of your tell her that," he ordered, pushing passed her towards the door.

"Why don't you tell her?"

"Because I'm not talking to her obviously," he told her like she was dumb. "But I will see you tonight night for family dinner, love you have a good day," he kissed her head and walked out slamming the door.

"Oh no I'm great, thanks for asking," she rolled her eyes, walking back into her room and shower.

"I'm coming, I'm coming," Brooke slipped her earring in her ear as she walked to the door. "Goodness, don't break my door," she turned the handle pulling open old worn out door and quickly getting greeted by a pair of lips and some very strong arms. "Hello," she mumbled against his lips

"Hey," he growled against her lips, sliding his hands down her body and pulling her body hard into his.

"Lucas!" she squealed as he spun her into her living room. "What has gotten into you?"

"Nothing," he lied yanking on the buttons of his shirt and slamming his mouth back into hers. "I've just missed you so much today," he told her honestly, but leaving out how after his call with Kate he was reminded of how much time he had left with her before he lost her for good. Wanting to spend every moment he could with the brunette in his arms.

"I missed you too but," she agreed, trying to get out her sentence before his tongue wiggled into her mouth. "Luke…" she giggled pulling away and slamming her hand to his mouth. "What?" she looked at him concerned when his face completely dropped.

"You called me Luke," he told her, she tilting her head to the side a little lost. "I like it when you call me Lucas, I don't really like Luke."

"Ok Lucas," she exaggerated his name making him smile a little. "Are you ok?"

"Of course I'm ok," he gave her a sweet kiss. "It's just I've been working all day and only got to talk to you like twice."

"I know I'm sorry. The bar was crazy and every time you called I just barely missed it, just to call back and miss you," she pouted and guilt washed through him.

"I'm sorry Pretty Girl, I was in meetings all day," he felt the hate shot through him for lying to her. However he was working all day just not really in meetings.

"We had an exciting game of phone tag," she giggled sliding her arms around his neck, playing with the small hairs.

"And I missed you like crazy," he gave her a kiss. "So let's go makeup," he wiggled his brow, sliding her closer against him and walking her towards the bedroom.

"Lucas, we weren't in a fight," she laughed, rolling her eyes.

"Right," he paused a second thinking. "Well I was completely irritated for you not answering when I called."

"Seriously?" she pulled back, crinkling her nose at him confused.

"Well… no not really. I actually wasn't mad at all but you know what they say about makeup sex," he wiggled his brow and she giggled giving him a kiss.

"We can't," she told him and his lip pushed out. "Aw sweetie I'm sorry," she kissed his pouting lip. "But I'm about to leave, I have a family dinner."

"Family?" he looked at her, running his eyes over her. Her dressed in a white sundress that hit just above her knees, a black leather jacket and a pair of fuzzy socks which meant one thing, she was going to wear her black boots that made her legs look amazing. "Baby you look hot."

"Well thank you," she gave him a kiss with a grin. "But ones a month dear old family gets us together and has dinner from hell."

"Why is it so bad?"

"Well mother hates dear old dad who hates her back and is sleeping with his secretary who so kindly is around all the time and mother is sleeping with my dad's brother who is there every dinner. However it gets interesting because dad spends the entire time laying into Weston about his career and why he isn't doing anything."

"So it's exciting," he joked and she laughed.

"It's frustrating," she frowned wishing everyone just got along. "Normally I have Rachel to kinda entertain me but her and West aren't talking so she isn't coming."

"I'm sorry Pretty Girl," he brushed her hair back. "Wish there was something I could do to help that."

"Yeah…" Brooke chewed her bottom lip and her eyes light up. "You could come with me," she suggested and his face scrunched up.

"Brooke….I don't know."

"Please?" her small hands came up to her face. "Please, please, please. I will be the happiest person ever!"

"I know but you just gave me such a great lead up about how great this time is," he joked and she rolled her eyes.

"I promise to have sex with you in the bathroom," she offered and his face lit up.

"Bathroom, huh?"

"Yes," she grinned, hook, line, sinker.

"I could be up for that."

"Yes, but you have to come and you have to promise to be my normally touchy boyfriend because it will drive my parents crazy but they are too proper to say anything," she ordered, a questionable look on his face.

"Boyfriend?" he repeated and her eyes widened.

"What? Boyfriend, I didn't say that," she shook her head dismissing it and walking over to get her bag. "I mean why would I say that, we never even discussed that. That would be a weird word to say."

"Brooke," he laughed grabbing her hand and spinning her to look at him.

"We don't have to label anything Lucas, I mean we are just having fun right? People having fun don't label because they are like anti label. So unless the label is funfriend there shouldn't be a label."

"You want a label don't you?" he grinned, drawing her close.

"No…" she shook her head. "I wouldn't want to label this and you run, I don't want you running."

"Hmm…" he glanced down at his feet inspecting the ground for a moment before looking back at her. "I seem to be standing pretty firm in this spot; feet aren't even itching to run."

"I know but still I mean we said this was fun and it is fun but…." She breathed out loud. "But I want a label. I mean I'm a girl who wouldn't want to label something when she was crazy about the boy."

"You're crazy about me huh?" he arched a brow and she blushed.

"God why do you keep letting me talk?" she groaned slamming her head into his chest. "Can you just leave and come back in and we pretend this entire conversation didn't happen?"

"Which part because the bathroom sex I really don't want you changing on," he teased and heard her laugh pulling back to look at him.

"I'm sorry, I'm a mess."

"You are not a mess," he chuckled brushing her hair back. "Your beautiful," he kissed the corner of her mouth. "Amazing," kissed down her jaw. "Smell amazing," he breathed in deep, feeling her body shutter as his hand ran up her side, scrunching up her dress on her hip. "So damn sexy," he nipped the skin behind her ear and heard her giggle. "And my girl."

"Your girl?" she grinned and he pulled up looking at her.

"Yes," he kissed her lips and she smiled more. "My perfect girl."

"Ok, you may get lucky before we go to dinner," she gripped his collar and pulled him on the couch.

"This is going to suck," Brooke groaned, shaking her wrist so the bracelets slide down.

"It's going to be fine," Lucas rubbed her back and she made a noise of disgust from inside her throat. "Pretty Girl, I promise it won't be that bad, and if it is you have me," he placed his hands on her shoulders and she pouted. "It's going to be fine," he gave her a sweet kiss.

"Your mouth is so relaxing," she let out a sigh against his mouth pulling back.

"I know, I was kind enough to let it relax you earlier," he smirked, sliding his hands to her hips and pulling her closer.

"Yeah you did," she giggled, tingling all over just thinking about it before slipping her arms around his neck. "Mmm…" she hummed against his mouth, parting her lips for his tongue to slip inside, squealing when he gave her backside a squeeze.

"Ahem…" a voice clears and Brooke flies back, stumbling slightly on her heel and thanking the heavens Lucas caught her.

"Mother," she awkwardly cleared her throat. "Hello," she forced a smile that Lucas had never seen and he felt her hand shaking as he held it.

"Brooklyn," her eyes ran over her daughter, a judgmental expression as she turned to look Lucas, him himself feeling suddenly self-conscious.

"Uh…Lucas," Brooke told her quickly. "Mom this is Lucas Scott my boyfriend, Lucas this is Victoria, my mother."

"Mrs. Davis, nice to meet you," he extended a hand that she looked at like it held some disease.

"Mmhmm…" her eyes scanned once against over him, Lucas slowly retracting his hand and awkwardly running it over his pant leg. "You're late, dinner is about to start," she spun on her high heels, them clicking against the hardwood floors.

"Friendly," Lucas mumbled and Brooke sighed dropping her head to his shoulder.

"Kill me, please," she begged and he chuckled.

"Come on Pretty Girl," he tugged her to the door, kissing the top of her head. "We will get through it."

"Yeah but if I kick you under the table, fake a heartache and drop to the ground got it?" Brooke pleaded and he laughed.

"Alright beautiful, sounds like a plan," they walked into the large home, down a couple steps and into a large dining room that made Lucas feel a chill.

"Oh thank god," Weston sprung from his seat, ignoring whatever his father was saying and moving over to his sister. "You took long enough," he engulfed her into a hug. "Victoria caught Richard with the maid, again, night from hell table for three," he mumbled not her ear and Brooke groaned.

"Fantastic."

"Hey, Lucas," Weston held out his hand, that Lucas shook. After their first meeting they started to get along a lot better, a sober Weston was always easier to be around.

"Hey man," Lucas slapped his hand to his back.

"You told him about the kicking and dropping thing?" Weston whispered over and Brooke laughed.

"Yeah, I told him."

"Wait, that was serious?" Lucas looked at them confused and Brooke and Weston shared a look before laughing.

"Normally Rachel fakes a scene and storms out, Weston growls and follows and then I follow to check on her," Brooke explained with air quotes.

"But Rachel is no longer involved in our lives so you get to take the role of crazy lover," Weston slapped his shoulder going back to his seat.

"No longer involved?" Lucas whispered to Brooke and she rolled her eyes.

"They will be fine, soon. I just need to talk to her," Brooke explained, making a note to make that talk sooner than later because when those two were apart their moods drove everyone insane.

"Brooklyn, sit, dinner is about to be served," her father ordered and she growled, taking Lucas's hand. Pulling him into the room Lucas seeing an older man with dark hair and a few strands of gray sitting at the head of the table, in a button up suit shirt and tie, his suit jacket discarded on the back of his chair and Weston by his side.

"Dad," Brooke's hand tightened. "This is my boyfriend Lucas Scott," she smiled at the title, she liked that. "Lucas this is my dad Richard," she introduced.

"Hello sir," Lucas outstretched his hand, Richard seeming a tad friendlier then her mother taking it with a smile.

"Lucas, nice of you to join us," he rose from his chair a little to give his hand a firm shake before dropping back down.

"Thank you for having me," Lucas pulled out Brooke's chair, her taking a seat and Lucas sitting beside her.

"Weston," Victoria reentered the room, taking a seat at the other end. "Is Rachel not joining us tonight or like usual is she running late?" she wondered, never that much a fan of the girl her son brought around, unlike her husband who clearly enjoyed the girls company.

"Thank you," Weston nodded at Maria as she placed his food in front of him, along with the rest of the table. "No, she had work tonight," he lied, reaching across the table ignoring his sister's smile.

She knew if they were really over he would have just said they broke up and not cared again. He's done that with his past girlfriends plus she knew he would then receive points from the family. However if he expected Rachel to come back then he wouldn't say they were done to start a Gatina bashing from their mom just for the girl to return next week and again get into a fight.

"Oh what a shame," Richard cut into his meat. "So Lucas," he took a bit, lifting his head to look at the blonde. "Where are you from?"

"Oh uh, I'm originally from Charleston," he told him, Brooke's hand sliding onto his leg seeming to relax him.

"Charleston, huh? I have some business partners in Charleston," Richard said, taking another bite, Lucas hoping that part of the conversation would drop. He hated talking about his family because people would quickly connect him to Dan and once that connection was made then a lot of others were.

"Lucas what does your family do?" Victoria questioned, Weston groaning knowing where this conversation was going. With the next answer Lucas gave was going to make it or break it with his mother. She did the same thing with Rachel and all of his past relationship as with Brooke's. She was all about family and their reputation and social status and it drove them all nuts.

"Well, uhh," he gripped Brooke's hand when hers tightened on his leg and sent a glare towards her mother. "My mom owns herself a café and my stepfather is a mechanic."

"Hmm…" she pondered that, cutting into her food and falling silent.

"What does your father do?" Richard wondered and Brooke dropped her fork on her plate making a loud clatter.

"Brooklyn be careful," her mother ordered making her growl.

"I'm sorry but do we have to ask Lucas every question about himself within the first ten minutes of damn dinner!" she snapped, Weston biting back a laugh at his sister's outburst.

"Brooke…" Lucas took her hand. "It's ok," he gave a smile, making her mother gurgle in disgust. "My father and I aren't close; it's very rare we spend time together. My stepfather, Keith is my real father," he explained, choosing not to explain Keith being his Uncle and also the father of his sister because it would just add more confusion and judgment.

"Hmm…" Victoria again did her hum that made Brooke's skin crawl.

"I'm thinking about asking Rachel to marry me," Weston blurted out, his mother's spoon dropping again the room making the noise.

"Mother," Brooke placed her hand on the table. "Be careful," she teased, Lucas hiding a snicker behind his glass, Brooke throwing a thank you glance at her brother. He was always good at that, he always came to save her when she needed it and she was thanking everything about they were now more into discussing that life decision then grilling Lucas.

Dinner was progressing well. Questions and comments had run out and slowly the family fell into silence with the occasional comments of their father, their mother still irritated by Weston's announcement and Weston grinning at that decision, wishing he would have said that soon. It was fun irritating his parents and other then his father giving his girlfriend-well ex- glances he didn't care for her being around always made their dinners that much more entertaining.

"Scott," Richard sat up in his chair, everyone's head lifting to look at him. "Are you Dan Scott's boy?" he questioned, knowing he had a partner in Charleston with two children, both boys.

"Uh…" Lucas's heart raced, his eyes widening slightly. "Yeah," he told him slowly, glancing nervously at Brooke who was watching her father curiously.

"Dan Scott," Victoria let the name sink it.

"Yes, you remember. We went down to Charleston a few years back to sign the Cooper's account. That was a big account for us," he nodded at Lucas, giving him almost a thank you glance, as if Lucas somehow helped with that.

"Oh right, I very nice man," she agreed, Lucas resisting the urge to scream he was the furthest from a good man. "Wait…Isn't his son married?"

"What?" Brooke and Weston's head snapped over to look at Lucas.

"That's my brother," he rushed to say. "Nathan, he is married and has a son named Jamie."

"No," Victoria turned to look at him. "He said both his son's had just married and moved to California," she told him, his heart racing faster in his chest as he glanced at Brooke staring at him, with a look he didn't like at all.

"I was married," he said slowly, Brooke's head snapping to stare at her plate. "But divorced a little over five years ago," he confessed, Brooke yanking her hand away from him and placing it back in her lap.

"I need to go to the bathroom," she slapped her napkin on the table and sliding her chair back moving from the room.

"Brooke…" he frowned, copying her move and chasing after her.

"Hmm…" again Victoria hummed. "Guess she didn't know," she shrugged, going back to finish her meal, if it was possible looks could kill her son would have just destroyed her.

"Brooke…" Lucas knocked on the door to the room she had locked herself away in. "Pretty Girl please open up, let me explain," he begged resting his head against the door. "I know I should have said something but it's been years, god she is already remarried," he pointed out.

"You still should have told me," she snapped at him and he frowned. "I mean my mother of all people informing me the boy I'm falling in love with is married!" she threw her hands up, slamming her head back against the mirror.

"I'm not married," he slammed his hand on the door. "Please, please just open the door, please Pretty Girl," he begged almost picturing the look on her face wondering on that decision. "I'm falling in love with you too," he admitted, wondering if that would mean anything to her, suddenly hearing the small click of the lock, opening the door to find her sitting on the on the counter, tears brimming in her eyes. "Oh Pretty Girl," he took her face in his hands and knocked the tears. "Don't be upset."

"Do you still love her?" she questioned and he shook his head quickly, not even having to think about that one. "Then why wouldn't you tell me about her if you have no more feelings."

"Brooke we were young, so young and we thought it was something more than it was," he told her. "I can't tell you that I don't care for her because she is still a great friend of mine, but it wasn't more than just being young and stupid. It lasted about three years but after three months we realized we were stupid and made a mistake."

"Why wouldn't you tell me that Lucas?"

"Because it's not something I'm exactly proud off. Plus when would have been a good time for that? And what do I even say? Peyton and I really don't like announcing to everyone that we stupidly married just because everyone around us had."

"I'm not everyone Lucas," Brooke pointed out and he agreed.

"I know, I know you're not. But believe me when I say there is no feelings for her Brooke, hell I can give you her number right now and you can call her if you want," he suggested, hoping she wouldn't do that but really not caring anymore if she did. He was going to find a way to fix everything so he could be with her, he just wasn't sure how yet.

"Do you have a picture of her?" she questioned, him looking at her confused.

"A picture?"

"Yes, I want to see her," she told him.

"I uh," he pulled his phone out nervously, hoping this wasn't some test he was about to fail. "Yeah," he flipped through some photos on his phone before landing on one from Jamie's birthday. He wasn't turning one for another month but when Haley found out Lucas would be out of town she freaked and threw it the weekend before he left, saying he had to be there. "Here," he flipped it around, revealing a picture of Nathan and Haley holding Jamie as Peyton stood beside them with a cake. "That's Haley, Nathan, baby Jamie-"

"He is so cute!" Brooke cooed making him smile, least she was acting happier.

"And that is Peyton," he pointed at the dirty blonde, watching Brooke study her.

"She is pretty," she admitted, finding her very pretty which isn't that surprising because Lucas is attractive.

"Yeah," Lucas shrugged like it wasn't that big of a deal, clicking the button and landing on another picture, one that seemed to relax Brooke more. "And that is Jake, her husband."

"He is cute," Brooke smiled. "Is that their baby?" she pointed to a little girl.

"No, that's Jake's little girl but if you look closely, and promise to never ever repeat this to her, you can see a little baby bump in her stomach," he explained, Brooke pulling the phone closer to her face.

"There is a baby in there," she grinned turning to look at him and he nodded.

"Yeah and just you in here," he placed her hand on his chest. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you Brooke, I just…there really isn't an excuse. When I knew we were getting serious I should have told you."

"You should have," she agreed, resting her thumb on his shoulder and ran her finger over his collar bone. "Lucas I was engaged once," she admitted, staring straight at his shirt, figuring if he was honest she should be. "It didn't last long, only a few months but we were. I figured you told me I should tell you," she shrugged.

"Do you still see him?" he questioned knowing he couldn't be upset, he could be the furthest from upset.

"Sometimes," she admitted, giving a one armed shrug. "He will come into the bar occasionally but just to annoy me. I don't care about him anymore, nothing what so ever but just so you know."

"He ever bothers you while I'm there and I'll take care of it," he suggested and she laughed a little.

"My feelings for you scare the hell out of me," she confessed. "I haven't felt this way in a real long time and I don't…I don't know what to do about it."

"I wish I could tell you what to do, even if the idea makes me extremely happy and I want it, falling for me might not be all that great. I mean I'm not that great," he admitted, looking down and playing with the hem of her dress.

"I think you're great," she lifted her head when he started shaking his head. "I want to fall for you Lucas but only if you are feeling something for me."

"Brooke I'm having way to strong of feelings for you," he looked her right in the eye knowing that it was wrong, his feelings weren't ok at all but he couldn't help it. He was crazy about her, he wanted her.

"Then I'm ok with feeling everything," she shrugged, leaning her forehead against hers and giving him a kiss. Keeping her forehead against his as she closed her eyes breathing, feeling so comfortable and relaxed with him around her. "You know you aren't getting bathroom sex right?" she teased and he laughed.

"Yeah, I assumed when you ran out that might happen," he pushed her hair back. "But Brooke know that you are without a doubt the only girl I have feelings for," he told her, seeing something of confusion flicker over her before smiling.

"Good," she grinned, tipping her head up and brushing her lips against his. Him making a note in the back of his mind to figure everything out and soon before everyone got in too deep.

Hey loves! Hope ya'll are all doing good! Been a little longer to update then I wanted but here is the update! Today is my baby brother's birthday! He is at school right now and I'll try to update another story before he gets home but I don't know and once he is home I'm on complete Sissy duty! But hope you all enjoyed!

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