'Brooke and I got into a huge fight, and she'll probably tell you it's over, don't let her go. You deserve to be happy, and even if it's not with each other in the end, you need to try and make this work.'
Lucas read the text message, he got it right after Brooke called saying she and Peyton got into an argument, but they'd talk about it later over dinner. Lucas was relieved. He expected Brooke would be breaking up with him later, but this was all he needed to keep them together.
He heard the door open, "Knock, knock!" Brooke walked into the house. Lucas walked towards her voice, looking at the watch on his arm.
"You know you're super early, right?" He smiled, and leaned over to kiss her. She kissed him back, but he could see how hurt she was, how her heart was breaking.
"I didn't want to wait until dinner to see you." She smiled the best she could, but everything inside her hurt. She looked at him, carefree and clueless to everything she wasn't. It hurt her to say what she had to Peyton, but it was the truth. Brooke and Lucas had never had their shot, not properly anyway. They only made it so far before something happened and they were both left broken and repairing things with the wrong people. Brooke constantly regretted never staying with him that night in New York, when he kissed her, and the first night she brought him home, she felt that that was a make-up New York-Tree Hill night.
"Brooke?" Lucas asked.
"Shh." She said. She placed her hands on the sides of his face, and pulled him into a kiss. His hands found her waist, and he backed her into the nearest wall, thankfully it was one without pictures hanging. He started to lift her shirt. Her arms went up and he took her shirt clean-off. She placed her hands back on her neck, as his hands went to her ass, bringing her legs around his waist.
After several moments, Luke's shirt making it's way to the floor as well, and the two of them making it to the bedroom, Brooke pulled away.
"Wait. Wait." She said, catching her breath.
"What?" Lucas asked, also gasping for air. Brooke leaned back against the pillow, she closed her eyes.
"I was hoping that I could do this guilt-free, but I can't. We have to stop this. I talked to Peyton, well, she actually confronted me about it. I can't be with you if it's going to hurt her, even though it's going to destroy us. I'm sorry." She looked over at him, expecting to see him hurt and upset, but he was smiling. "You're taking this rather well..."
"Because this isn't over." Brooke raised an eyebrow. Lucas grabbed his phone, opened the text, and gave Brooke the phone. She handed him the phone back, but she wasn't smiling. She didn't know how to react. Lucas leaned over and started kissing her neck. Brooke and Lucas were finally being given a chance to make this work, and if they didn't, they'd know it was because of each other, no one else. She pulled him off her neck, and onto her mouth. It was going to be a perfect, guilt-free night.