"Shut up!" she groaned flipping on her couch, the pounding on her front door making her want to scream. "Don't you think after one knock someone hears you? Why continue to pound?" she snapped already pissed at whoever was on the other side of the door. "Weston?"
"We are going to talk," he shoved passed her into the small apartment. "You aren't going to run, you aren't going to avoid me you are going to damn talk to me," he spun to face her, determination written all over him.
"Fine," she slammed the door, crossing her arms over her chest. "What do you want?"
"What do I want?" he let out a dry laugh, running a hand through his hair. "I want you to talk to me damn it!" he snapped, throwing his hands to the side annoyed. "I want you to get me to understand what the hell the matter with you is!"
"Nothing is the matter with me," she remained calm. "You cheated on me, I ended us. We probably would have ended sooner or later anyway."
"I did not cheat on your Rachel," his jaw clutched together as he pointed a finger at her. "You can run that bullshit line to everyone else but not me because we both know I didn't."
"Well…not yet anyway," she shrugged, pushing passed him and into her kitchen. Needing space between them because she couldn't handle him being that close.
"What is that supposed to mean?"
"It means that all you do is flirt with that damn slut," she hissed and he pulled back to look at her. "You spend hours at a time alone with her and you close with her so what? You give it a month? Two? Before she finally gets what she wants and you sleep with her? I am not going to sit around and wait for that to happen!"
"Are you kidding me?" he looked at her not getting at all why she would think that. "Is that really what you think?" he took a step towards her and she jerked her head away from looking at him. "Why? What have I ever done to make you think I would cheat on you? To make you not trust me."
"It…" she swallowed the lump in her throat, refusing to cry. "It will happen," she whispered feeling her body tremble.
"Rachel…" he gripped her chin and turned her to face him. "It would never happen. You think I would ask you to marry me if for a second I wasn't sure that I loved you. Only you."
"No…" she shook her head. "That's not true. You don't love me."
"God Rach…" he slid his hand up to rest on her face and have her look at him. "I do love you. I love you so much that I'm dying here," he slammed his hand into his chest feeling it shake. "Why…god why won't you let me love you?"
"Because I don't love myself," she looked up with her eyes glassing over. "I honestly hate myself so why on earth would you love me? Why would you even want me?"
"Shit Rachel," Weston lifted her chin to crash his mouth so hard into hers she would have fallen back if his hands weren't locked onto her. "Why don't you see how amazing you are?" he slid his arms around her waist and lifted her in his arms, her legs quickly locking around his waist. "Why don't you see that I can't be without you?" he pulled back to look at her, his heart racing in his chest as his breath raced in and out of him. "I am without a doubt the most fucked up person out there. If anyone could question why is should be me. Do you not know I question how I got you every day?"
"Weston…" she looked down shaking her head.
"No, it's true!" he threaded his fingers through her hair. "Since I met you I knew I was going to marry you because I was a selfish bastard and wasn't going to let anyone else have you. I may not be the ideal choice for you or have my shit together at all but I do know I'm not going to let you go," he locked eyes on hers and a tear tumbled down. "I am going to be selfish as hell and do what I want because I want you."
"I want you too," her bottom lip trembled looking at him. "All I want is you Weston I just don't want to hurt you. I mean all we do is fight and break up, why would you want to marry that? What for us to be good a month, break up and then return? That's nuts."
"We always return," he shrugged, pushing her hair back from her eyes. "No matter what Rachel you always come back to me and that's good enough for me."
"I love you…" her voice cracked looking at him, knowing he was right. Hell he was always right she was just scared. She was so petrified she was going to do something and lose him. So afraid they would just break each other so much they would end up apart and hurting. She loved him, she did but it scared her, loving someone as much as she loved him scared the life out of her.
"Oh god baby I love you too…" he brought his mouth back to hers. Stumbling his way around the kitchen and down the hall to her bedroom, her resting perfectly in his arms as he shut the door behind them.
"So you've been doing it long?" Alex leaned closer to the boy beside her with a grin.
"Lucas…" Chase growled wrapping his arms around his knees pouting. "Tell her to go away."
"Alex…" Lucas warned his arms around Brooke as she rested her back against his chest. "Leave him alone."
"I'm just messing with him Luke," she rolled her eyes. "I just can't wrap my head around the fact he can't make a good drink!"
"It's a good thing you're cute," Chase glared at her. "Otherwise I would just…"
"Just what huh?" she kinked a brow and he again growled.
"I don't know but I would do it," he mumbled and Brooke laughed.
She was having fun. After she apologized about a million times to Alex for the way she acted, then to Lucas for the way she acted and even to Chase for being a little bitchy to him and now she is having fun. Alex was cute she would admit. She was very outspoken and playful and extremely laid back and honestly the completely opposite then Lucas. Lucas was the definition of a brooder and Alex was without a doubt the most bubbly person she ever met. Way more then even her and she was extremely bubbly and cheery. But she liked Alex and she was pretty positive she wasn't the only one.
"OK," Chase stood up, wiping his hands on his pants. "Do you want to go for a walk with me?"
"Me?" Alex looked at him and he nodded. "Yeah," she chewed her bottom lip taking his hand as she stood. "We umm…we will be back in a bit," she grinned over at her brother and his…well she assumed girlfriend but wasn't sure she could. She liked Brooke, saw why Lucas liked her and honestly liked her a hell of a lot more the she ever liked Kate.
"Be careful," Lucas went into brother mood and Brooke giggled snuggling close to him. Brothers were so adorable, sometimes annoying but adorable.
"Always," she winked, grabbing Chase's hand and tugging him down the dark beach.
"I worry for that boy," Lucas mumbled slipping his arms around Brooke shaking his head.
"Oh I think Chase can handle himself," she waved her hand at the thought. "But right now I don't want to focus on them," she flipped around in his arms.
"What do you want to focus on huh?" he kinked a brow, running his hands down her back.
"On how I could possibly," she leaned down kissing the side of his neck, "get you to," she switched to the other side, a smirk growing, "join me in the water," she bit down on his neck making him chuckle.
"I thought you hated cold? I feel the water would be cold."
"That's why I have you to keep me warm," she took her hands and shrugged off the light sweater she had worn. "So please Boyfriend?" she poked out her bottom lip. "Please go into the water with me?"
"Yes," he caved knowing she uses that 'Boyfriend' and child like look he couldn't say no. She had him so wrapped her finger he was sure she could get him to do just about anything.
"Yay!" she clapped excited, jumping up and reaching for his hand.
"Shit…" he cursed, his phone going off right before he slipped his hand into her slim one. "I'm sorry Pretty Girl I have to get this," he looked down at the name flashing across the screen. "Go ahead and I will join you in just a second ok?"
"Hurry Broody, wouldn't want to have to keep myself warm," she winked, spinning on her feet and skipping towards the water. Her white sun dress blowing in the warm summer air.
"Hello?" he answered keeping his eyes on the brunette beauty as her toe reach the water.
"Luke it's me."
"Please tell me you have some news that will make my life perfect?" he begged, Brooke stepping her feet into the water and the white dress skim across it.
"Lucas I told you it might be tough. I've tried to think of something but not much will make you look good. We want a stable you, you breaking up with Kate thisclose to wedding that is supposed to be the wedding of the year won't do that."
"Ron, I don't need you telling me things I don't already know. I know I will look bad but I don't want to do it," he repeated for about the millionth time. When he agreed to marry Kate it was to make himself look better. However Kate's dad is one of the most powerful people around and Lucas knew screwing over his precious little girl would screw him over terribly. "I pay you to figure this stuff out."
"I do what I can Lucas but you do things too. You knew what would happen when you got into this relationship. You knew the rules."
"I know this Ron!" he snapped, watching as Brooke spun around in the water to face him, her white dress spreading out more and more in the water the deeper she got.
"Broody!" she called, wiggling her finger at him with that playful smirk that drove him crazy. "I'm lonely."
"I'm coming!" he yelled back running his hand through his hair. "Ron I just need you to tell me that there is some way I get come out of this looking good. Come out without Stephen completely destroying my career."
"I can't promise you that Luke."
"Figure it out Ron," he growled. "If you can't then I will just find someone else too," he slammed his phone shut throwing it on the towel beside him. "Fuck!" he cursed wanting so bad to slam his fist into something, something to release the anger building in him. How did he do this? How did he let himself become this person and have this life? He hated himself.
"Luke…" his head snapped up to the girl in the water waiting for him. Slowly lifting himself from the sand and moving towards her. "It's not that cold," she chewed her bottom lip as he rolled up his pants legs a little and stepped in. "Further in Boyfriend," she smirked and he chuckled walking in until it hit about his waist and stood in front of her.
"My pants are wet," he mumbled and she giggled, sliding her arms up around his neck and legs around his waist.
"I'm sorry," she leaned in kissing him. "But you look so cute," she nipped his bottom lip making him grunt. "I love you…" she whispered pulling back just far enough for her nose to graze over his. "I love you Lucas…" she repeated, feeling her heart race in her chest as she looked at him.
"Brooke…" he closed his eyes leaning his head against hers.
"I shouldn't have said that…" she tried to keep her breathing calm and not freak out by his reaction. "I'm sorry I…I didn't mean too. Can we ignore it?"
"No, Brooke. No I don't want to ignore it," he shook his head. "I just…"
"What?" she pulled back to look at him. "I mean you said you were falling for me too. I thought…I thought that you were falling too."
"I'm not a good person Brooke," he frowned. "I mean there are so many things about me. Things I want you knowing but I'm almost afraid with you knowing and I just…"
"Luke…" she held her finger to his lips to silence him. "I know…" she whispered and he looked at her confused. "Anything about your life you don't think I know…I do and I understand."
"You understand?" his blonde brows knit together and she nods.
"Yeah," she ran her finger tips over the hair above his ears smiling. "I don't love you because of who you are Lucas. I don't really care if you shovel horse shit at a circus."
"That I promise I don't do," he chuckled and she laughed a little.
"I know but even so I don't care. All I care about is you and the way you make me feel and what you make me feel Lucas is love," she shrugged and a smile tugged at the corner of his lips. "I love you Luke…"
"I…" he tilted his head to the side looking at her. The water rushing over them and the moon light catching her in such a light his heart tightens in his chest. "I love you too…" he smiled and she let out a long sigh. "God Brooke I love you so much," he crashed his mouth into hers loving her grin. "And I will explain everything…" he mumbled against her mouth and she nodded. "Anything you want to know we will talk and I will be honest."
"You tell me what you want to tell me," she broke the kiss looking at him. "If you want to keep that part of your life separate from us," she waved her hand to the side and he nodded. "Then keep it separate and I get it," she promised understanding. "I just want this Lucas, the one who makes me smile and happy and still get those stupid butterflies every time he is around me."
"I give you butterflies?" he questioned and she giggled blushing a little. "God Brooke," he brushed a piece of hair from sticking to her forehead. "Where were you three years ago?"
"Right here," she shrugged. "Always been right here Broody," she told him leaning down to kiss him.
"I love you," he repeated and she giggled. "I love you, I love you, I love you," he ran kisses all over her face between each time and she giggled more.
"Luke…" she covered his mouth with her small hand. "I love you too," she grinned leaning down to give him a proper kiss.
"How long you known Brooke?" Alex asked as she sat on the beach beside Chase, keeping her eyes on her brother in the water.
"Oh I don't know…" Chase wiggled his feet in to the sand. "About six years I guess."
"She's a really cool girl," she commented and Chase nodded. "Seems to really care about Lucas."
"Oh yeah," Chase agreed quickly. "I'm almost positive Lucas has become a permanent fixture at the bar," he chuckled slightly. "They are really into each other. Not a doubt in my mind they really care for one another."
"Yeah," she scratched her jaw watching them. "That's why I'm worried," she frowned shaking her head. The distant laughter of the couple making her extremely worried.
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