It was colder outside then it was the last time she came here. Fall leaves had fallen and crunched under her feet as she walked across the wet grass area. There wasn't too many people around, a few scattered around but she did notice an older man kneeling down and planting some flowers.

He looked broken, like his life wasn't worth living anymore and Brooke was pretty sure who he was standing in front of.

"Hey," she looked down at, wiping the leaves off the top, the cold stone rough against her palm. "Sorry I haven't been here in awhile, honestly its selfish reasons. I don't know if I can come and see you which is so stupid since I know you sit here by yourself all day," she let out a dry laugh, placing the flowers she bought in the small green vase. "I bet you hate these huh? You use to tell me you thought flowers were such a waste of money, but you still bought them for me every birthday," she pulled in a shaky breath and closing her eyes.

She placed his face in her mind, his blond hair that curled on the ends; his laugh that always made her laugh because it was so loud and when he laughed it filled the entire room. The small skip in his step he had because his life was going how he always wanted and his eyes, his crystal blue eyes that always had a sparkle of happiness.

"I miss you," her voice crackled as she opened her eyes, slowly reaching out and tracing the 'E' along the cold stone. "Easton is getting so big, the other day he started singing his ABC's, well kinda, they were all jumbled at some parts but I knew what he meant. He is smart and I know he didn't get that from me so I'll let you have that," she continued her trace of the 'A-S-T'. "I met someone," a tear prickled in her eyes. "I think you would really like him, he is really good to me and Easton but I'm just scared. There are so many things he doesn't know about me and he would be disappointed, you would be disappointed," she let out a bitter laugh. "Why did you leave me? I can't do this alone and you always promised to take care of me and Easton so why did you go?" she asked the question she always seemed to ask.

'Don't worry so much Brooke, I'll take care of you always; you and that little guy in there. My job is to take care of you, I love you Brooke and we are going to have the world someday.'

His voice echoed through her head and she hated as the days pasted she was slowly starting to forget what he sounded like.

"You think you could give me sign or something?" she looked up at the sky above her. "That everything will still be ok? That things will get better? Please?" she begged closing her eyes and breathing in deep, opening her eyes and blinking the tears. Looking down to find a penny lying beside her. "Funny," she shook her head and slowly picked up the shiny metal. "I love you," she ran her handed across the final letters and stood up, giving a final glance at the words before her.

Easton William Jones

March 13, 1984- June 24, 2007

Beloved Brother, Son and Husband

"Bye," she gave a gentle smile, sliding the penny in her pocket and standing up, walking back over to her car and climbing in, cranking the car as the music slowly plays through.

But more than anything, more than anything,
My wish, for you, is that this life becomes all that you want it to,
Your dreams stay big, and your worries stay small,
You never need to carry more than you can hold,
And while you're out there getting where you're getting to,
I hope you know somebody loves you, and wants the same things too,
Yeah, this, is my wish.

"Now you're just being cocky," she glanced up and laughed. "Cocky bastard," she shook her head, turning up the radio and pulling out.

"Clay," Lucas knocked on his friend's office door.

"Yo?" Clay glanced up as he finished signing off on the new contract.

"You busy?" he lingered at the door not sure if he was about to over step anything.

"No man, I was just finishing off on Nate's contract," he told him. "Think your little brother and that soon to be wife of his will enjoy his first paycheck, hello signing bonus," he teased before dropping down his pen. "But what's up?"

"Nothing, I mean nothing really," he told him, walking into the large room and dropping in the chair in front of him. "I just…"

"You just?"

"You've known Brooke for a long time right?" he questioned and Clay nodded.

"Since before high school, she actually introduced me into Quinn," he told him, the fact being he met Brooke when she was actually six, he has watched the girl grow up.

"So you know her pretty well?"

"Probably better than most," he leaned back in his chair not sure where this was going. "Luke what's going on? You having second thoughts about ya'll?"

"What? No," Lucas answered quickly, that not even a thought. "It's just I've known her now almost a month, we are always spending time together and talking but…"

"But?"

"But I really don't know her," Lucas confessed. "I mean yeah I know little things, like what she likes to eat or that her favorite flowers are calla lilies, how when she is nervous she bites her bottom lip or that Easton is her life but I don't know anything else. I mean I see this girl without fail almost every day or talk to her on the phone and I still have never seen where she lives. Am I nuts to think that's not normal?"

"Luke…" Clay pinched the bridge of his nose not sure what about Brooke's life he should reveal. "Brooke…Brooke's life is complicated."

"Exactly and I feel like I should know."

"And you should, I mean yes you deserve to know about her and everything that is her life but you deserve to know when she wants you to know."

"I just don't get it," Lucas sunk in the leather chair still utterly confused.

"Luke look where you are," Clay told him and Lucas creased his brow. "Look this yours," he pointed at his desk. "Yes mine name is on it but it's yours, this building is your, hell this damn stapler is yours," he took the black metal and slammed it on his desk.

"She's closed off to me because I have a stapler?"

"No Luke," he shook his head. "Brooke is closed off because she is a single mother, with no degree and works at a diner," he pointed out to him. "I've known Brooke Davis since she was six years old and I've been to her place maybe six times," he told him. "That girl is like my family and she is embarrassed for me to be there. Imagine how she would feel about you?"

"That doesn't matter to me," Lucas told him completely confused. "What she does or where she lives I don't care about. I have… I mean…"

"You have everything you want Luke," Clay shrugged. "Brooke works her ass off every day and lives paycheck to paycheck and her boyfriend… well her boyfriend could never work a day in his life and be completely fine. Brooke Davis lives on pride, she won't take a hand out, she won't ask for your help and if you try then she just sends it right back to you. Trust me I've tried, I made a promise to always take care of her so I've worked my ass off to do that but she makes it hard."

"What you mean promised? Who did you promise?" Lucas questioned feeling like the world knew his girlfriend better than he did. Hell he wasn't even sure if Brooke as classified as his girlfriend yet or not.

"Luke that's not my place to tell you."

"Well someone should damn tell me!" his temper flared. "I'm so sick of everyone not talking to me about her. She knows everything about me from my life wants to how old I was when I lost my first tooth but I don't know a damn thing and it's driving me insane," his hands flew up. "I just… I'm falling for this girl man, I mean really falling for her and I don't want to be left in the dark all the time. I don't want to be wasting my time with someone who doesn't really give a damn."

"Lucas, Easton is Brooke's life."

"I know that Clay!"

"Luke-" he held his hand up to calm him. "Easton is her world, so if she lets you in his life, lets you be a part of that than trust me she gives a damn."

"I just wish she would talk to me," he frowned, tapping his finger on the leather chair. "I sound like a chick don't I?"

"Oh completely," Clay agreed both laughing a little. "Be a man; suck it up go drink a beer or something."

"Yeah, I'll go drink a beer or something," Lucas chuckled standing up. "But thanks man, you know for listening to me bitch."

"That's what us girlfriends are for. Call me when you want me to braid you hair," he joked and Lucas flipped him off as he walked out of the room. "Oh Brookie…" he grabbed his phone when the door shut and dialed the number quickly.

"Brooke Davis speaking, better be good because I'm hands deep in shit."

"Gross, why answer your phone if you are changing Easton?" Clay cringed at the image.

"What? I'm not changing Easton; I'm dealing with a family thing."

"Oh that kind of shit," Clay laughed knowing he would rather be changing diapers.

"I'll have you know Clayton Evans my sweet baby boy is almost completely potty trained."

"I know because he is a man," he joked. "I taught him how to piss in a pot the other day."

"Never word pissing in a pot to my two year old," Brooke rolled her eyes as she finished cleaning up her apartment. "But is there a reason for this call or are you just wanting to discuss potty training? Which if that is it its kinda weird because I know for a fact Quinn isn't pregnant because she would tell me before she told you."

"She would not tell you before me," Clay objected but knew by the dead air on the other end Brooke's hand was placed on her hip and probably giving her famous 'really?' face. "Ok probably so but there is a reason for this call."

"Which is?"

"I was calling to talk to you about Lucas," he told her, really not wanting to be the in between of them but also not wanting Brooke's past to mess up her future, a future he thinks she could really benefit from with Lucas.

"What about Lucas? Is something wrong? Is he ok?"

"B, he is fine, I mean health wise he is completely chipper so don't go into mommy mode and assume he is hurt or something," he told her quickly knowing that was where he mind was going. Every time he was watching Easton and he would call to just ask a simple question of what time did he eat last she thought Clay somehow murdered the kid or something.

"Then what's up?"

"He's good for you B," he said and could picture the confusion she got. "And he cares a lot about you but he is lost, he doesn't understand why you aren't opening up to him like he has to you."

"I've opened up to him, I mean he knows stuff."

"Does he know the important things? Does he know about Will? Does he know about your past and why you moved to New York? Or why you are so closed off and freaked about relationships? Because those are the things he needs to know Brookie."

"Clay that's embarrassing and you know that. I don't like talking about it."

"Brooke, when you are in a relationship with someone these are the things you share. He is supposed to be there for you, and better he wants to be there."

"He may not want to be there when he finds out everything," she let out a dry laugh.

"Brooke that wasn't your fault," Clay repeated for about the millionth time. "I will not let you sit around thinking you did something wrong, because you never did anything wrong."

"I don't want to talk about it."

"Then don't talk about it B," he frowned knowing Brooke didn't talk about it with anyone; she even kept Quinn in the dark about most of that stuff. "But talk to him Brooke or hell invite him over to your place."

"Clay I can't bring him here, he would never understand. He lives in like the freaking pent house I don't even live in the basement."

"If you honestly think he cares about that stuff Brooke then you clearly don't know a thing about him and that's a real shame because he is one of the good guys."

"Clay I have to go."

"Ok," he frowned knowing he heard the crack in her voice and how now she was rushing so he didn't hear her break. "I love you B, you know that, you know all I want is you happy."

"I know Clay, I love you too but I need to go, Easton just woke up and I need to go give him a bath."

"Alright, I'll talk to you later."

"Alright bye."

"Bye," he frowned when she hung up before he even got to say it back. "Ugh," he hung up his phone, running his hands through his hair. "Dude, I'm not sure how I'm supposed to do this," he glanced at the photo on his desk. "I'm not as good with her as you are, I'm trying but just don't think I'm doing it at all right," he studied the picture a little longer. "I wasn't supposed to be doing it," he grabbed his stuff and hit the desk lamp, turning it off. "You were supposed to be here," he mumbled as he walked out of his office, completely ready to spend the night relaxing.

"Blah," Brooke groaned grabbing her phone of the counter and staring at it. "Just call him Brooke, just call him," she flipped it open and dialed his number, her heart pounding harder with every ring.

"Hello," he answered on the fifth ring.

"Hey, it's me," she grinned already at his voice.

"Hey Pretty Girl what are you doing?" he smiled, stretching out on his couch.

"Nothing, Easton is asleep so I'm bored," she leaned on the counter, trailing her finger back and forth over the countertop.

"Mm…bored on a Friday night huh? I thought you had something going on?"

"Oh I did," she grew nervous knowing one thing with Lucas she still didn't plan on telling him, something she really never wanted him to know. "But Easton started to feel sick so I stayed home," she lied slightly. Easton was feeling somewhat sick but she didn't go to work because Ron called saying that he didn't need her tonight. Apparently one of the other girls really needed some cash and since she did things Brooke wouldn't and Ron knew he would make more money with her there.

"Is he alright?"

"Yeah he is ok, just a little stomachache," she told him, chewing on her thumb nail. "What are you doing?"

"Just lying here," he shrugged, glancing at the clock on the other side of his living room to see it was a little after nine.

"Are you bored?"

"I guess…I'm not use to down time. I'm normally going nonstop."

"Oh that's right, I'm sorry I shouldn't have bothered you."

"What? No!" he told her quickly. "You could never bother me, Brooke."

"Do you want to come over?" she blurted out before she could even stop herself, the pause on the other end making her rush with something else to say. "You don't have too, I just meant if you were bored, because well I'm bored so maybe we could be bored together? Or not, I mean it's kinda-"

"I could be there in half an hour," he smiled, sitting up on the couch.

"Yeah?"

"Well I probably need to change first, I was being super lazy. As soon as I walked in striped to sweat pants and a t-shirt."

"Come in that," Brooke told him, the idea of him just in sweats sounding so much better than him in his normal button up shirt and ironed pants. "Really, come in your sweats."

"Seriously? I'll probably look like an idiot compared to you. People be like she is with that guy?" he joked and she laughed.

"Well it's just us so you don't have to worry about that, but to make you feel better I will wear my sweats too," she suggested, looking at her outfit knowing she was already ready.

"Well text me your address and I will be there in a little while."

"Ok," Brooke bit her bottom lip a little nervous. "Bye Luke."

"Bye Pretty Girl," he smiled before hanging up.

"Ok," she sent off the text real quick before looking around her apartment. Her kitchen faucet was still broken and leaking slightly so she figured she would turn off the water and make sure not to use that. The couch was worn but it wasn't that bad, however she did want to spray it with something because it did have a weird scent from the previous owner and one of her cabinets had a hole in the cheap fake wood and as she surveyed her apartment her heart started to race and when her phone lit up she for a second forgot how to breathe.

'Ok be there soon'

The words raced through her mind.

"Soon, he is going to be here soon," her eyes scanned around once again, again noticing all the problems that were around and with a glance at her phone and her place she thought one thing, "Shit!"

So this story is slowly becoming one of my favorite stories and I don't know if it's because I literally have every chapter planned out in my head pretty much or what but I love writing it! I just hope you all enjoy reading it as much!

I know some of ya'll wanted the putt putt of Brucas and Easton but I wanted this chapter to sorta start moving things along. There will be more Lucas and Easton soon, probably never chapter! I promise! Mainly because I love writing the kid!

Laurie! I'm so glad the book finally got there! It has been forever! It was such a crazy thing from it getting lost in mail, to getting returned to us, to sending it off again and now it's there! YAY! But hope you day is turning better and that the week gets better!

There was something important I wanted to say here but I don't remember. I do that too much!

Thinking…thinking….thinking…

Oh!

So I guess awhile ago my sister and I went to be extras in the new Ryan Reynolds movie and I must say it's one of the coolest things I've ever done! If you ever have the chance to do something like that and watch how everything goes down I suggest you do it! It's so neat and interesting!

Plus the fact I could literally threw my shoe and hit Ryan Reynolds didn't hurt either! I mean obviously I didn't because well he has people and I don't want to be that crazy girl who was tackled for throwing a shoe at Mr. Reynolds but it doesn't change that he is freaking HILARIOUS and he deserves to be the sexy man alive because…ugh! Plus he is like super tall!

But Anywho!

Hope everyone has a good week and please

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