Ok so I know I said there would be no update today, but I had a few extra minutes and a lunch to write down the next chapter. I wanted to do this chapter because I couldn't sleep last night deciding how I wanted to take this and I figured this was the best idea. Let me know what you think or if you do/do not like it.

Brooke woke up the next morning with a big smile on her face. She was wrapped in his arms, while he slept peacefully next to her. She slid out of his arms, careful not to wake him, and threw on some of his sweats to match the sweatshirt she had on and headed to the bathroom. She went pee and then used some of Lucas's mouthwash. She didn't want to have to kiss him with her morning breath. When she lifted her head from washing her mouth she was startled. Standing behind her was Lucas, looking god-like after just waking. He slid his arms around her waist and stood behind her; looking at the two of them in the mirror. "We look good, don't we baby" he whispered into her ear.

She twisted in his arms so they were facing each other. She smiled at him and said, "Actually Broody, you look so good because you're standing beside me. I always look good" and giggled. "Oh is that so?" "MmmmHmm." He learned forward and kissed her. It wasn't meant to be anything other than a short, sweet kiss but Brooke deepened the kiss. She pushed herself onto the countertop and pulled Lucas between her legs. One of her hands held his head securely in place by the nape of his neck, the other rubbed over his back and down to his ass. She could feel how turned on he was getting. He pulled her against his chest and ground his lower half with hers. She moaned out in pleasure and he pulled away knowing if he didn't breath he was going to take her on the bathroom counter. He looked at her and she looked down, kind of embarrassed. Her cheeks were flushed with a shade of red, and her lips red and swollen from the passion of their kiss. He put his index finger under her chin and gently tilted her head up till they were eye to eye. "Pretty girl, you have far too much clothing on for this to happen again, right here. I want you so bad. I'm addicted to you. I'm seriously debating having my way with you right here on this counter. Do you want to do this again?" he asked her, his eyes smoldering with lust. There was nothing more she wanted than to pick up where they left off last night. She bit her bottom lip and just nodded to him, unable to answer him any other way. He kissed her gently on the lips and said he'd meet her back in his room after he went to the bathroom.

Brooke kicked off the sweatpants and climbed into Lucas's bed. She didn't want to have to delay what they were about to do, any longer than necessary. She was already far to turned on to refuse him now. Her lower half was aching and needed him. 'What is taking him so long' she thought to herself, even though it had only been less than two minutes. She looked up when Lucas entered the room and closed his door. He was so excited; he didn't even pretend to be casual in his movements. He jumped on the bed and crashed his lips onto hers. Their hands were roaming all over each other, rediscovering every inch of each other all over again. They were already sweating and panting when Lucas positioned himself at her entrance. She reached up and kissed his lips gently. He was just about to enter her when he heard the front door slam, and his parents yelling at each other. Brooke giggled and said, "Saved by the bell, Broody." He was annoyed. This was going to be a weekend he could have Brooke all to himself and now his parents had to come home early. He pulled himself off of her and threw on his clothes. He was embarrassed that Brooke was hearing his parent's air out all of their family's problems. She saw the look of discomfort on his face and knew that she should go. She threw on her clothes and grabbed her jacket. She walked over to him and pulled his face to hers. "Call me later, and…I love you, Lucas. Last night was so amazing." He pulled her into a tight embrace and whispered, "I love you too, and I always will" before she walked out his door and went off to find her car.

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Thankfully, when Brooke found her car it turned right over for her. She was worried about Lucas and wanted to call to make sure he was okay, but decided against it. She didn't want to push anything and he knew she was there for him if he needed it, or wanted to talk. She carefully drove back to her house, to do her chores, grab some breakfast, and relax.

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It had been nearly 12 hours since Brooke had left Lucas's house and still she hadn't heard anything from him yet. She saw the look on his face when she was leaving and that worried her. He didn't need to feel embarrassed because of problems his parents were having, hell she had many that he didn't know about either. She decided against calling him, but threw him a text.

'Luke just wanted to make sure you were ok. I'm here if you need me. Love, B'

About five minutes later her phone vibrated on the nightstand next to her bed. She picked it up and read the text. 'ok, thanks. –Luke.' She tried not to take it personally that he didn't want to talk to her about it, but something about the situation bothered her. She closed her eyes and decided that she would sleep on it. She had, had a long night before and her body liked the idea of sleep. She pulled her down comforter up around her head, and quickly fell asleep.

She woke up at 2:30 in the morning to her cell phone ringing and someone banging on the door. She flipped open her cell phone when she saw that it was Lucas and answered groggily, "Luke, do you know what time it is?" He replied in a slurred voice, "Brooke, I'm out front. Let me in. I need to see you." He had never sounded so vulnerable, or scared in all of the time she had known him, and it scared her. She raced down the stairs and opened the door. She pulled Lucas quickly inside and locked the door. "Are you drunk?" "I've had a few drinks. I had to see you. I love you, Brooke Penelope Davis do you know that?" "I know you do, Luke. I love you too. Do you want to tell me what's going on, that has you all messed up?" "I do Brooke, but the room is spinning, I need to lie down." She took his hand and led him upstairs to her room. She placed him on her bed and took a seat in the chair at her desk.

When she heard him let out a little whimper she went and layed next to him on the bed, softly cradling his head in her arms. She gently ran her fingers though his hair, in a way to comfort him. He continued to cry, but wouldn't open up and tell Brooke why. She tried to ask him, but he just kissed her. One thing led to the next and she was lying naked beneath him. This time was nothing like the night before. Lucas didn't take his time, he wasn't as gentle. When she whimpered he went harder. "Luke, you're hurting me. Take your time, I'm not going anywhere." He looked into her eyes and mumbled an apology, but continued at his pace. The build up was intense. She felt so good; he knew she wasn't enjoying this though. He was frantic to be with her, she was everything to him and he never wants this to end. Just the thought of losing her makes him go harder and faster. He tries to kiss her, but she turns her head and let the tears slip from her eyes. He buries himself into her neck and leaves his marks all over her. She is his. He wants the world to know that they belong together. He isn't careful, he wasn't prepared and he didn't protect either one of them. Everything was rushing through his head. He couldn't take it anymore---he's hurting inside, he's scared and he's hurting her and making her cry; he finally releases all of himself into her when he can hold off no longer, and collapses on to the bed beside her, crying hysterically.

Brooke just lays there stunned. This wasn't what she had wanted or expected from Lucas. The tears slip out of her eyes and down her cheeks. Lucas finally notices and instantly pulls her to him. He cried into her hair and repeated, "I'm so sorry Brooke. I didn't mean to be so rough. I love you." She pulls away from his grasp and sits on the edge of her bed. "Lucas, I need you to tell me what is going on. This isn't you. I know you're keeping something from me. You intentionally were hurting me, this isn't you. Not the same you who was so careful and attentive last night. Please just let me in." He gets off of the bed and kneels down in front of her, his hands intertwined with hers, his head in her lap. "Brooke, my parents are making us move…to California." Brooke takes in a deep breath and then the tears come. This is what Brooke feared the most—Lucas disappearing from her life. She lets go of his hands and walks to her closet. She pulls on a tee shirt and her sweats. Even after she was dressed she continued to fumble around in her closet, looking for nothing, but avoiding Lucas.

He knew it. She was going to run away from him. This was the moment that would make or break them, and it appeared that he knew what the answer was going to be. This is why he didn't want to tell her. He pulled his jeans back on and walked over to where she was. He didn't touch her, he knew she didn't want that right now, especially with the way he had just been moments ago. "Can you tell me what you're thinking Brooke?" This stopped her from fumbling around, but she didn't turn around just yet. He could see her shaking and trying to hold back the sobs he had let out all day; knowing that this moment would break her as much as it had him when he got the news. She slowly turned around and faced him. He couldn't bear this distance between them in that moment. He had to touch her, hold her, and let her know that no matter how much distance was between them; she was the only one for him. "When are you leaving?" she whispered, holding him back at arms length. "In two weeks" he choked out. She went to her dresser and pulled out the clothes she had just washed. She grabbed his sweatshirt and sweatpants that she had borrowed from him last night. "I think you'll need these back" she said as she handed him his clothes.

"Don't do this Brooke. Don't push me away. Just because I'm leaving doesn't mean we have to break up. You're it for me. I don't want anyone else. I told you last night I wanted to marry you and I meant every word I said. If I could I would marry you right now. I promise the day I turn eighteen, in six months I will be back here with you." "Lucas don't. We both know that distance is hard enough when you have been together with someone for years, but we have only been together for a few days." "It doesn't change anything. You're all that I want." "Look, why don't we just take the next few weeks in stride Luke. We're both young. You have so much life to live before you settle down, and I want you to live it." "Not without you Brooke" he fought back. He saw what she was doing and he knew she had already made up her mind. "I'm tired Luke, I think you should go home. I'll see you at school on Monday." "Don't do this Brooke. I cant live without you" he said as she pushed him out of her bedroom door and shut it. "Goodnight" she whispered before sliding down the door into a pile of tears on the floor.

He went home a mess. He couldn't let her do this to them. They were going to change the world together someday. He tried to call, but no answer. He knew she would delete his voicemail so he decided to send her a text.

Brooke, I love you. I think deep down inside I always have. You're the only person I can image next to me when all of my dreams come true. You were the first dream and I want you to be with me for the rest. Don't push me away. I know you love me. I promise I will be back in six months when I turn eighteen. Will you marry me when I come back? I'm begging you to be my wife. I love you, Lucas

He sat for two hours waiting for a response, but nothing. He hugged his pillow and cried into it until he fell asleep.