Lucas focused on the letter that was in front of him, he wanted the old man to be comfortable around him. Lucas took in a deep breath, handing the letter to the old man. The old man was surprised, his eyes balls widened and his eyebrows were raised.
"It's for me?" The old man said, astonished by that fact that Brooke went out of her way to write him a letter. Lucas nodded, he loved the surprised look on the old mans face. It meant a lot to Lucas that Brooke had a father figure in her life. Lucas shrugged his shoulders like it wasn't a big deal but it was. Brooke had these letters of her life, written down like a secret diary. They unfold her life before their eyes and tell them a story. "I should get home and read this." The old man quickly stood up. Lucas nodded, understanding why he was such in a rush. "I can see myself out," The old man said with such excitement. Before the old man walked out, Haley quickly opened the door with Davis in her arms. She looked tired but she happy that she was spending time with Davis. She missed Brooke, so she would spend much time with Davis as she could.
"Madam," The old man moved past her and shut the door behind her. She was confused of who that man was and what he was doing here.
"You're letting homeless people in your house now?" Haley walked towards Lucas, handing him Davis. Lucas couldn't disagree, the old man had that look. Lucas looked down at his beautiful, he was slowly getting bigger.
"Thanks for my son back, Haley." Lucas said sarcasticlly. Haley would always have Davis, like he was her son. Haley bowed, taking the compliment that wasn't wanted.
"I thought you needed time, alone. Who was that guy?" Haley pointed at the door that the old man just walked out of. Lucas walked into Davis' room, laying him down in his crib. Lucas walked into the kitchen, seeing Haley look through the refridgerator.
"He knew Brooke." Lucas informed her. Haley stopped what she was doing.
"Really, how?" Haley asked him, turning around. Lucas sat near the island counter, he took in a deep breath. He didn't know how much Brooke knew the old man but she would sometimes talk about him in her letters.
"She knew him enough to make a letter for him." Lucas raised his eyebrows. Haley gasped, walking over to Lucas. When Brooke wrote a letter to someone, that means they were special to her and meant something to her.
"What did it say?" Haley wondered.
"I don't know, I gave the letter to him. I guess we'll find out later." Lucas shrugged his shoulders.
"Maybe," Haley frowned, really wanting to know what was in that letter. She sat in the chair next to Lucas. There was silence between them, they just thought about Brooke and the memories they had with her. Lucas felt like his life was filled with joy since Brooke left. "Lucas..." Haley called his name. Lucas looked over at her, giving his attention to her. "Do you think that you'll find someone?" Haley said softly. Lucas thought to himself, he would never find someone like Brooke.
"My heart is with Brooke and I think it would always be with her. I will never find someone as talented, caring and amazing as Brooke. She was everything." Lucas said to her. Haley didn't know what to except from the answer but she guessed that this was it.
"Brooke wouldn't want you to be alone." Haley told him.
"I'm not alone, I have Davis and I guess I have the old man." Lucas pointed to door in a quick motion. Haley rolled her eyes, she knew that Davis and the old man wouldn't be there for Lucas forever. Haley wanted to change to subject, she thought it would just lead to an argument.
"Well, Nathan and I are hosting a dinner party. I'm sure that you would want to come and bring Davis...and maybe the old man." Haley assured Lucas. Lucas thought about for a second, he didn't want to be around a lot of people.
"I don't think so. I don't want to be around a lot of people that would just keep asking me about Brooke. I'm trying to move on." Lucas said to her, rubbing his head.
"Brooke wouldn't-" Haley said to him.
"Brooke wouldn't, what?" Lucas said angrily, looking down at his best friend. He loved her, but he was getting tired of her saying that. She had no idea what Brooke would want him to do. "What? Haley?" Lucas said to her. Haley stood up from the chair. "You have no idea what Brooke would want." Lucas turned around, facing his back towards her. Haley wasn't going to let Lucas do this to himself.
"I know exactlly what Brooke would want." Haley said softly, not wanting the anger to control her. "She would want you to move but always think about her sometimes. She would want you to take of Davis and yourself." Haley said to him. Lucas turned around, he could hear Brooke's voice in Haley's. "She would want you to write a book and coach the ravens." Haley turned around, facing Lucas. Lucas had this sorry look on his face, Haley knew that she had him listening. "She would want you to live for her." Haley said to him. "I'll text you about the dinner." Haley turned around, walking out of the house and slammed the door behind her. Lucas looked over at Davis' room, wondering if he was going to cry or not but he didn't. He was silent.
Lucas grabbed Davis from the car seat and backed away from his car a little. He parked in the same spot that he first meet Brooke. He laughed at the memory, he could still see her young face smiling at him.
"This is where I meet your mom," Lucas whispered to his son. Lucas turned around, seeing the high school behind him. It was dark and no one was there, there was just silence. "And this is where I fell in love with her." Lucas said to him. He walked inside the school with a spare key that he had when he was in high school. Lucas was shocked the key still worked. "Well," He said to his son. "They never changed the locks." Lucas whispered to Davis. Lucas walked down the hallway, seeing the memories flood the back of his mind. He walked past his old locker, and then Brooke's locker. He stood there for a moment, seeing that the locker wasn't being used. There was a B. Davis spray painted on the outside of the locker. It seemed like this town knew Brooke Davis and wanted everyone to remember her. Lucas opened the locker, and the locker was just empty. He remembered when he decorated for Brooke, when she was playing hard to get. He smirked, knowing that in that time, Brooke was falling in love with him. "This was your mothers locker." Lucas whispered to Davis. "Let's go see where your dad played basketball." Lucas said to his son. They walked down the hallway, and opened the double doors. Lucas was hit with the smell of sweat and wood. The gym seemed wider than he used to picture in his mind. He missed this gym and he missed being a high schooler with Brooke by his side. If he could take it all back, protect Brooke like he should have, of course he would do it all again. "This is where I fell in love with Brooke Davis, your mother." Lucas gently spun around, letting Davis see the gym. They sat in the bleachers, Lucas wanted to see his memories unfold in the gym. For a moment, he thought he could see Brooke. She was jumping up and down with pom-poms and screaming at the top of her lungs. Then she looked over at him and Davis, giving them a slight wink. Lucas knew that it wasn't real but he wished that it was. He would give anything to have Brooke by his side. Lucas heard footsteps and a slight groan. He looked over and it was Whitey walked towards him. "Are you okay?" Lucas laughed a little. Whitey laughed as well, he wasn't the young man he was before.
"I'm getting old," Whitey sat next to Lucas, out of breath.
"You were always old." Lucas joked. Whitey looked down at Davis, this was his first time seeing him.
"Thank you God, he looks like his mother." Whitey said to Lucas, playing with Davis' hands. Lucas laughed a little, he nodded, agreeing with Whitey about Davis' looks. There was a short silence between them as they looked down at Davis. "Welp, I have to get home. It's already midnight." Whitey said, started to walk down the stairs. Lucas stayed on the bench, looking around the gym. "Practice is tomorrow, 5 in afternoon...Coach." Whitey smiled up at Lucas. Lucas nodded, bouncing Davis on his knees a little.
"You here that, Davis. I'm the coach for the ravens. This is new beginning for us." Lucas assured his son.