The Last Chapter

The game was over, it was played. Nothing had been accomplished in this story, my story. The story that I wanted to make about my love but instead, I had my heart broken. My name is Lucas Scott and I am alone, I am broken and I have no clue who I want to be and who I want to be with. You might think it's an easy task. Ha. I laugh at the people who think they could do easier than me. Choose Peyton! Choose Lindsay…. Choose Brooke. Choose the girl that makes you happy, Luke is what they would tell me. Well, they all make me happy. I have my own memories with them, something that I keep close to my heart. I would never let them go, and I think that's what's keeping me from choosing. Should I choose Peyton, Lindsay…? Brooke? I don't know. You still don't get it do you? I'm a confused, white boy who loves being a writer and coaches the basketball team at his old high school. That's who I am, who would want to be with that for the rest of their lives. I'm afraid that they would get tired of me and would leave me. I guess that's what love is, right? Something that you sacrifice for, do anything for, be anything for…no, that's what being in love is. I finally get it. I finally get what Brooke was telling me, what Haley was telling me. I get it. The curtain to my hospital room opened, Lindsay came in. Her eyes were red, dried tears on her face. She looked like she had been crying for a while. I stood up, I didn't know what I was going to say. She paused, holding her hand up to tell me to stop before I even spoke.

"I love you, Lucas. I really do." She nodded, tears running down her face. I was confused, I had no idea what she was going to say next and because of that, I was scared. The look on her face and the words she just spoke; I knew what she was doing. She was saying goodbye. "But I can't do this anymore." She shook her head. In pain and I felt like it was my fault. "It's too much, I'm sick of fighting for someone that doesn't want me." Lindsay took in a deep breath, finally getting those words out. I never said that I didn't want her, I just, I just had to figure out if I wanted to be with her. If I wanted to spend the rest of my life with Lindsay.

"Lindsay-" I tried to say but she stopped me.

"Peyton's won." Lindsay shrugged her shoulders in sadness. "She will always win because she's twisted and evil. I know you Lucas Scott," She took a step forward, she looked me in the eyes and smiled. She didn't want to say anymore; he words were finished. She pulled me in and gave me a hug. "I will always love you." She whispered in my ear. I was shocked, I didn't know what to say or what to do. The words were stuck in my throat. I wrapped my arms around and said the only words that I wanted to say.

"I love you too." I smiled a little, squeezing her tight. She laughed, a laugh I haven't heard in a while. She pulled away, looking at me proudly.

"I'm going to tell the men that I love I love him and I hope you do the same." Lindsay tapped my shoulder, she gave me a wink and walked out. I chuckled to myself, of how well this whole thing planned out. Lindsay was in love with Skills because of them connecting over how to fight for my love. I wished them the best but I couldn't help but reflect on the past that we've shared.

Lucas pinned Lindsay on the bed, her laugh was so rich and high. Lucas looked down at her like he had been waiting for her for years and years. This was his moment, he had finally forgiven Peyton for leaving him and moved on. It felt good, he thanked his best friend for it and for himself. Lindsay stared back with same lovely eyes.

"I love you Lucas Scott." Lindsay whispered softly, Lucas couldn't believe it. It was the first time that they were going to say it to each other, the first time that he actually felt it towards someone after the break up.

"I mean, I am amazing." Lucas shrugged, Lindsay hit him on his shoulder. Their love was electric, terrifying at most. It was different then what he had ever experienced.

"Lucas Scott, you better tell me that you love me or-" Lindsay warned him.

"I love you." Lucas quickly said to her. Lindsay paused, she wanted to be in this moment forever. Lucas leaned down and kissed her, passingly. It was their love, their room, their home and their life. They had it and they were going to keep it until they will lose it.

I blinked, coming back from the short memory. It was nice, something that I had always wished for but it was something different. That was one of my favorite memories of Lindsay, something that I will always remember. I sat down but the next person walked in, with her ice packet clutched to her side. Her blood hair, swayed down to her breast and she forced a smile. Peyton flopped on the chair next to my hospital bed and laid down. I became comfortable, laying down and staring into Peyton's green eyes.

"It was a hell of a night, tonight…wasn't it?" Peyton asked, making a joke in a awkward situation. I sat up, leaning against the wall, I stared and began to speak.

"We ruined Brooke's birthday?" I said to her, frowning. It wasn't going to forget all the negative things that Peyton had done to my best friend.

"Can we just- for one second….stop talking about freaking Brooke Davis." Peyton begged me. I took in a deep breath, I nodded. "Okay?" Peyton asked. "I don't know what to say," Peyton shrugged her shoulders. "Other then that I love you and I want to be with you, forever and ever. I watch our children have to children and hopefully their children have children. I want a life with you Lucas Scott. I want you and me to leave this town. Never look back." Peyton told him, she stood up and grabbed his hand. "If you don't, then I'd understand but this is it Lucas. I'm done. I will be done and move on with my life." Peyton shrugged her shoulders, she wanted me to find the right person and I didn't know if she was it. "Please, choose me. I want you in my life." Peyton kissed me, holding tightly and never letting go. I kissed her back for a moment and then pulled away, wondering if there was spark, maybe their was and I just didn't feel it yet. I wanted to feel it and I begged god if I could feel it. Peyton smiled and walked away. I closed my eyes, trying to remember a time when I was just happy with Peyton.

The stars shined bright and the clouds disappeared. A beautiful night, full lights, smiles and hope. Hope that this was going to be it, that this shot was going to be the last and they would win the championship. This all Lucas had wanted, all he ever wanted his life and before he knew it, the basketball went in. There was a slight pause and then a loud roar from the ground. Everyone screamed and cheered. This was his proudest moment as a coach for him. This was nothing like becoming a bestselling author. He wanted to share this moment with anyone, someone special.

"Lucas!" someone yelled, he turned around and Peyton had her arms opened wide. Lucas welcomed her with a hug. "I am so proud of you." Peyton said, pulling away from him. Lucas thought back when he first told Peyton that she was the one for him and she was there for his special moment, now she was here again. At the moment that his team won the championship.

"Your the one for Peyton Sawyer." Lucas smiled slightly, Peyton hugged him again and pulled.

"You bet your ass I am." She winked at him, Lucas chuckled. It was perfect and he would trade anything else for it. In the world.

Peyton walked out and Brooke walked in, nervous as ever. She smiled, weakly, she had a bruise on her cheek and cut on her eyebrow.

"Jesus Brooke." I quickly walked to her side, forgetting about the guy she kissed, I forgotten about the mistakes she made, I forgotten about everything and just focused on her.

"Trust me, I feel worse on the inside." Brooke coughed, feeling a little bad.

"Did you get checked out?" I asked her, she shook her head and then smiled at me but I knew she was in pain. She looked like she wouldn't be able to make it.

"I'm fine, Luke." She said to me. "I'm sorry...for everything." She said to me, tears in her eyes. I looked her up and down and saw blood coming through her shirt. I paused, my heart dropped to my stomach and I felt like I couldn't breathe. I slowly lifted up her shirt and she had a deep cut in her side, maybe an accident when they were fine. "Luke." She called my name, I felt the weight of her body on me. Her knees became weak and fell in my arms. I slowly lowered myself to the ground, so she would be more comfortable. I looked into her eyes and they were distant, she probably lost a lot of blood. I didn't want to panic but I had too.

"Nurse!" I called out. My heart started to race, so fast that it was beginning to hurt. I groaned in pain, so much was going on and my heart couldn't take it. I felt my hands slip and everything seemed to be spinning. I was blacking out but regaining my consciousness. I turned to my side, the nurses came in, I blacked out, opened my eyes and Brooke was being carried out by two male doctors. I could see all my friends outside of the door, looking stressed and worried. I felt someone push my head, I turned and looked the female in her eyes. She was talking to me but I couldn't hear a word she was saying. I closed my eyes as I thought those were the last time I would ever see them.

All I could think about was her and dream of her.

The darkness clouded in, taking the shadows with it. It seemed like the city came alive at night. All the demons come out, showing their true colors. Some ruining the world and some protecting it. Me? I was just one of those people that watch the destruction happen. I let my life pass me, never listen to the people that tell me to wake up. I guess I was going to wake up from my dream. I looked up at the sky, thinking about what my world could have been like. I took in a deep breath, knowing that I should change; I do nothing. I sit there, wishing something would change but never want to change it myself. I study the sky, looking up at the stars. Remembering what my mother used to tell me. She used to tell that for everyone who dies, there was star in the sky. Suddenly, the bolt of light ran across the sky. It was absolutely beautiful, it took my breath away. It was comet. That moment, I knew that my life was worth living and my life would have a meaning.

"Oh shoot, did I miss it?" Her high pitched voice yelled with frustration. I away from the sky, I had this hope that something would change for me. There will be a person coming back in my life, that's going to be my chance. Brooke held her red blanket close to her body, she had a basket in her right hand, wine in the other. It seemed like she was going to fall over but she rushed over to my side. She placed the items on the bench. I smiled as she struggled. I remember telling her that I just wanted to talk to her, she was really the only person that I can talk to. She would judge me, tell me when I was doing something stupid. She would listen, tell me her opinion or even a fact. She was just easy to talk to. Brooke Davis seemed to be my life saver. At my lowest points, she always seemed to bring me back to life. That was beauty. Brooke looked up at the sky with disappointment. She had been talking about seeing the comet for weeks, this was going to be her first time seeing one.

"Great, now it's not coming back for another thousand years." She said, she looked at me and frowned. I smiled, she was so frustrated and still she looked beautiful. I noticed that she had a small cover in her hand and a brown basket full of food. I helped her place the red cover on the ground and the basket in the middle of us. She opened the basket and I saw the grapes, cheese and crackers, sausage and other foods that I could barely see. I pulled out my phone from my back pocket, knowing that she would want to see the comet. Luckily, I recorded the whole thing. I gave her my phone and watched as her eyes lighted up. A smile formed across her face, the life was back in her eyes. Suddenly she gave me this look, this beautiful look. Her eyebrows narrowed into sorrow, her face looked happy but was thankful

"Oh, Luke…It's beautiful." She looked back down at the phone. I shrugged my shoulders; I knew that she was going to be late. She had this huge company to take care of.

"I knew you were going to be late." I told her, she looked up at me. She gave me back my phone and started to explain herself. She didn't need to. I understood.

"I have a huge company, I made from scratch. I was crowded with people asking about what's next." Brooke rubbed her forehead, she seemed so tired. I thought it was a good idea to bring her out here. I wanted her to know that she wasn't alone. She was a huge fashion designer and I was a best-selling author and coach for the ravens. We were busy people; this was the only moment that we could actually talk to each other. Since everyone graduated, people started to spread apart. Haley and I are still friends. Brooke stayed a while, since then we become best friends. I was getting a chance to see the side of Brooke that I didn't see before. I watched her grow into a better person and that was beauty.

"So, what is next for Brooke Davis?" I asked, tossing a green grape into my mouth. Loving the burst of juices rush as I bite.

"I don't know. The company is doing so well. I guess I have to make a fall line before fall approaches." Brooke was so confused on what to do. I stared at her for a moment, she never told me the story of how she started the company.

"When did you start the company?" I asked her, Brooke laughed. It was going to be an amazing, crazy story; I could tell by the look on her face.

"It was when you left with Peyton to see her mom or something and I felt like I was losing you. I felt like I jeopardized our relationship when I-"

"When you slept with Chris Keller." I chuckled at the thought. Chris was the worst person you could possibly be around.

"Hey, you kissed Peyton…twice." Brooke widened her eyes. I cheated on her twice and I felt worse after that. Soon, Peyton and I continued our relationship in senior year. I thought she was the one for me but she left me for someone else. "Anyway, Haley told me to focus on fashion instead of boys; which gave me the idea of the name 'clothes over bros'." Brooke bit her lips, pulling her hair behind her ears. "I used Peyton's love triangle artwork as inspiration." Brooke rolled her eyes, remembering how Peyton broke my heart. "Mouth helped me launch the website for my clothes. Needless to say, there were more people ordering then I thought it would be….so it was this huge mess." Brooke laughed at the memory. I chuckled from her happiness and stared at her. Looking at every inch of her face that I already memorized. "After that Haley and I talked more because I missed you so much and I realized that you were the one for me." Brooke blushed because of the way that I looked at her. I broke her heart so many times, that it crushed me. The thought of doing that to someone that I hold close to my heart, rips me to shreds.

"I'm sorry." I tell her, Brooke smiled nervously. She nodded.

"I know." She told me, I didn't know how else to say. This time it was different, I couldn't tell her how I felt. It would ruin things again, I was scared to make her love me again and me love her. I pushed the thought out of my head, trying to think about something else.

She was my comet, my beauty

The sun was shining brightly, warming up Brooke's shoulders. It wasn't too hot and it was too cold. It was the perfect weather to be outside. She could hear the river washing up against the grass and the people walking on the bridge that was far away. She loved this place, she loved the river court. She slowly laid on her back and looked up at the clouds. She could lay here forever. The longer Brooke laid there, the more she became tired. Brooke closed her eyes and wanted to take in a deep breath, she wanted all the stress to go away. She wanted it all to escape. She didn't want this to happen, she never saw it coming. Brooke knew why Peyton was here, she knew what problems could happen. I walked up beside her, admiring her beautiful tan face under the sun. I laid beside her, looking at the clouds and wondering if I could shape them. Brooke always seemed to give me direction in my life.

"People always seem to shape the clouds but I could never do that." I confessed to her, telling her something about me. She looked over to me, blocking the sun from hitting her eyes.

"I know." Brooke told me, I wasn't surprised that she already knew that. I never told her before; it was like she already knew what happened to me or what I have been through. I liked that about her, she always knew. "It's because your stubborn." Brooke looked back at me, I chuckled. I couldn't believe that she would say something like that, I wasn't stubborn. If anyone was stubborn, it would be her. She hated to do things, she would always disagree with something I would say. "You have to open your eyes Lucas, look at your surroundings." She stretched her arm out, to show how big my surrounding are. I looked up at the clouds, trying to find a shape and suddenly, I could see one.

"Oh, I see one. It's a huge…blob of nothing. Just cloud." I told her, she tapped me on my shoulder. I laughed a little, I gave her hopes up. She turned over to her side, so that she could look at me better.

"How's that book coming?" Brooke raised her eyebrows. Sometimes Brooke could be lovely but this was not one of those moments. I have been stuck on a book for ages and she knows that. I didn't have a reason to write a book.

"I wrote the ravens, 'the girl of my dreams' but I can't write another one." I hated myself for not making another book. It was like I was stuck on something but I realized that I was just enjoying my life. I turned my side and stared into Brooke's eyes. I felt warm inside when I looked at her.

"Well, there is a publicist in town. I think you might know her, her name is Lindsay." Brooke squinted her eyes, I laughed again. She always seems to make me laugh at my worst moments, I didn't want to fall in love with her but I couldn't help it. I cleared my throat, trying to drown the thought. I have to remember that she didn't love me like that...she never will. I have waited all my life to love her back, for her to come back to me but it was never going to happen.

"You just need your inspiration, with Peyton and Lindsay back, I'm sure it would come fast." Brooke told me, we both frowned at each other. We realized that we had problems on our hands. Brooke must feel so bad about Peyton hating her. When Haley and I were at a disagreement, which was the worst week of my life. She never spoke to me and I missed my best friend. I'm sure that Brooke feels the same way.

"I'm sorry, Brooke." I apologized. I couldn't help but think that this all my fault. I was the reason why this was happening to her."

She Is my meaning

"Brooke, are you ready to go?" I asked her, even though I knew the answer to that. She poked her head out of the bathroom, putting her earring in.

"Almost." She told me, I huffed and sat down the couch. She had been working on herself all morning. I looked at the wrapped presents that were on the table. I didn't know what she has given Jamie but I really wanted to know. I looked behind me, making sure that she was still in the bathroom. I walked over the presents and tried to figure out what they are. They were both shaped different; I picked one up and started to shake it. I tried to figure out what was in it but nothing was moving.

"What are you doing?" Brooke said, she startled me a little. I accidently dropped the box back on the table. I looked up, she had her arms crossed. She stared at me, already knowing what I was doing. "Really, Lucas?" She asked me, she walked over to the boxes and picked them up. She walked out of the house and I followed behind her. She always has the best presents for Jamie's birthday. I really wanted to win this time, hopefully I will. I turned on the car but I wasn't driving yet. I looked over at Brooke, something seemed different. Something was different. I noticed that my heart was beating at it's normal tempo, my worries were gone and I felt safe. Somehow, Brooke makes me feel that way. She makes me feel safe when I'm with her. All the worries in the world would just go away. She turned and looked at me, oh god, then my heart started to race again; but it felt good. It was a good racing of the heart.

"Are you going to start the car or stare at me all day?" Brooke kinked her eyebrow. I noticed and drove off. We had a few minutes until we arrived at Haley's house and I just wanted to talk to Brooke. "I understand if you don't want to get beat again, for the fifth year." Brooke smirked. I rolled my eyes, not listening to her words.

"No, It's not that." I told her, wishing that I could really tell her what's on my mind. She always understood what I was going through, she usually said the right things but I feel like she's scared to say something. She turned and looked at me.

"How are you feel about Peyton and Lindsay coming back?" Brooke asked me but I wasn't going to answer that question because I didn't know. I know why they are and what they wanted out of me but I wasn't ready for that yet.

"If you were in my position, who would you choose?" I asked her, looking down at her. I could tell by the look on her face that she was a little angry with me and confused.

"This isn't about me; this is about you and these girls." Brooke started to say, I huffed. That wasn't the answer that I wanted. I was wishing that she could help out with decision that I have to make. "If you're not ready, then you don't have to choose. It's your choice, pick the one that will make you happy for the rest of your life." Brooke said honestly, giving me a little clarity. I imagined myself with Peyton, it would be a great life but I feel like she would just call it quits when she doesn't feel right. Lindsay seems sweet, I felt like she was the one for me and I needed the change in my life. Lindsay was that change in my life, giving me hope and having my head clear from mistakes. "Love is dumb but we all crave it. We all want it. To feel something that we never felt before but what we don't want to feel, is heartbreak from that love." Brooke quoted, I repeated her words in my head. I didn't want Lindsay or Peyton to break my heart.

"Let's just run away together." I joked, really thinking of the idea. I stared down at her, she chuckled and thought the joke was funny.

"I would but Peyton has my scent, she'll find me anywhere." Brooke joked back, I laughed with her. Enjoying the moment that we are together. I could tell that something was wrong with her by the way that she was staring out into the distance. She looked worried. "I wasn't really mad at you, Luke." Brooke told me. She was talking about the other night, when I felt like my world was ruined. Brooke was literally the only thing that I had left. I had Haley, Nathan, Mouth and Skills but nothing wouldn't be same without Brooke. I wouldn't have the smile on my face like I always do and I could be bored out of my mind. "I was just worried if you choose one of them, they would take you away from me." Brooke honestly said to me. I couldn't believe that she would think that these girls would keep us away from each other. For a second, I could understand why she said that. Peyton didn't really like Brooke and Lindsay would feel insecure and tell me stop hanging out with her.

"Nothing would keep us apart. No one. I promise." I told her, grabbing onto her hand. I squeezed and looked back at the road. We were on Haley's street. Looking at the big houses, seeing the children running in the streets. Brooke took in a deep breath, scared of what was to come at Jamie's birthday party. "It's a childs birthday party, they wont do anything." I shrugged my shoulders, pulling into the driveway with all the other cars. I opened my door but noticed that Brooke wasn't moving. She looked so scared, nervous that something would happen to her. "I wont let anything happen to you." I promised, she nodded and stepped out of the car. Brooke and I walked up to the door and stood there for a moment. I grabbed her hand and held it. "Remember prom night and I promised that we will always be together?" I asked her, looking down.

"Never forgot." Brooke said honestly.

"I play that night in my head over and over again." I stared into her soft hazel eyes. "I'm never going to leave you." I promised her, squeezing her hand.

"Everyday, the rain or shine, the hell or high water?" Brooke bit her lip, I focused on her bright smile. We chuckled, reliving the memory that we had together at prom.

She Is my direction and There are many who couldn't understand, and sometimes I walked among them. But even in my darkest hours, I knew in my heart that someday it would return to me, and my world would be whole again... And my belief in God and love and art would be re-awakened in my heart. I saw the comet and suddenly my life had meaning.