Um, so I suck. I really do. I promised to finish this a year ago. At least I've kept half my word, right? Here it is, the final chapter. I hope you enjoy! Don't forget to drop me a review and let me know what you think!

“Haley and Nathan are making out,” Brooke whispered to Lucas as they walked towards the church and the crowd of guests that were milling around, waiting for the ceremony to start.

Lucas glanced towards them and managed to smother a grin. “Brooke, they’re sharing a kiss. It’s hardly scandalous.”

“But they’re doing it in front of GOD!” Brooke squeaked, fanning herself with her bridesmaid bouquet frantically.

“Brooke,” Lucas began patiently, patting her hand as it rested on his arm. “God sees everything, not just what you do on holy ground.”

“That is a filthy lie, Lucas Scott. You take that back right now,” Brooke hissed at him with horror, fanning herself even faster.

Chuckling, Lucas inclined his head towards her and whispered in her ear, “He knows when you’ve been naughty and nice …”

Brooke turned and hit him playfully in the arm. “That’s Santa, you idiot!”

“Hey, God doesn’t look kindly on violence,” Lucas told her seriously as he rubbed his arm and put on his best puppy dog expression.

“He understands when a Scott is involved,” Brooke muttered good-naturedly. “Hey, you two, behave yourselves. We’re on holy ground!”

Nathan and Haley looked up, surprised. “We’re hardly having sex on a grave, Brooke,” Nathan reasoned.

“Oh my God! How can you say that?!” Brooke squealed, her eyes darting around to make sure no one overhead him. “We’re in the presence of GOD!”

“Yeah … Brooke is weird around church, apparently,” Lucas shrugged.

“I’m going to hell,” Brooke muttered to herself. “And I’ll see you all there.”

“Brooke,” Haley soothed, putting her arm around the taller girl and drawing her close. “It’s okay. God knows that you’re a good person, that Rachel is going to hell and Chris is … well, something bad will happen to him too.”

“Promise?” Brooke asked in a small voice.

“I promise,” Haley laughed, hugging her.

“Hey, sorry we’re late!” Peyton muttered as she and Jake joined the group.

“I don’t think we want the reason,” Brooke said slyly as she took in Peyton’s flush and Jake’s attempts to clear his throat.

“Well, shall we go in?” Jake said a little loudly as he curled his arm around Peyton’s waist.

“Sure, why not?” Brooke agreed grumpily. “It’s not like you have to walk up the aisle in a stupid dress to smile while your ex-fiance marries your ex-best friend.”

“Nah, he just had to stand by while his pregnant wife left him for a lesbian,” Nathan said sunnily.

“Shut up,” Haley said through her teeth, elbowing him hard in the gut.

“Well, he did,” Nathan muttered, grimacing as he rubbed his stomach gingerly.

Sighing, Brooke patted Jake’s cheek gently.

“Being a loser isn’t all bad,” Jake murmured, glancing at Peyton, who blushed prettily.

“Let’s get this show on the road,” Lucas said firmly, offering his arm to Brooke, who took it with a tremulous smile.

They filed into the church, where Peyton, Jake, Haley and Nathan moved towards their assigned pew.

“Hey, you’re not nervous are you?” Lucas asked her softly when they were alone.

Brooke straightened her spine, flipped her hair and fixed him with a beaming smile. “Of course not.”

“You’re the winner here, Brooke,” he murmured, taking her hands gently in his. “Those two deserve each other. You deserve better. And anyone in there who doesn’t know that is not worthy of your time. And you look beautiful.”

She practically melted in front of him. “Really?”

“Really,” he murmured, lowering his head slowly.

“Brooke! You’re here!”

Brooke blinked at the rude interruption and watched with dismay as Lucas straightened and turned towards the shrill voice.

“Rachel,” Brooke said weakly. “Of course I’m here, I’m your bridesmaid, aren’t I?”

“You make a lovely bride,” Lucas said politely. “If you’ll excuse me, I’ll go find my seat.”

“He’s gorgeous,” Rachel said enviously as she watched Lucas disappear through the doors. “Where did you find him?”

“This one is not available for stealing, Rachel,” Brooke said, a hint of steel in her tone which surprised her.

“Hey, I’m getting married, remember?” Rachel laughed lightly.

“So was I, once.”

“Look, I thought we’d gotten over that,” Rachel frowned.

“We have,” Brooke smiled fakely. “As long as you keep your hands off this one.”

“Well, let’s get me married, shall we?” Rachel brushed a hand along her dress. “How do I look?”

“Stunning,” Brooke answered honestly, before turning to walk up the aisle alone. Towards the man she thought she’d marry, only to walk past him and turn to watch Rachel walk slowly up the aisle. She glanced up at Chris, who was watching his bride.

Her eyes travelled over the congregation, only pausing when she found Lucas looking straight at her, a smile teasing his lips as he winked at her.

Unable to stop the grin forming on her lips, Brooke turned her attention to the ceremony, but it passed in a blur. Before she knew it, she was heading back down the aisle and found Lucas waiting for her.

“That wasn’t so bad, was it?” he looked down at her and smiled.

“It really wasn’t,” Brooke said, a little surprised. If anyone had been whispering about her and the odd situation that Rachel had put her in, then she hadn’t heard them. If anyone had been staring at her or laughing, then she hadn’t noticed. Why hadn’t she noticed, she wondered?

Lucas caught her hand. “Let’s get to the reception. I’m starving, and Nathan, Jake and the girls have already gone. If we don’t get there soon, all the food will have gone!”

He was the reason she hadn’t noticed, Brooke realised. Lucas Scott had charmed her so thoroughly that she hadn’t cared about what anyone said or thought about her, the two things she usually cared about most.

She arrived at the reception with no idea as to how she got there, all she was aware of was that she was on Lucas’ arm and she couldn’t remember ever being happier.

“Here,” Lucas guided her to a seat next to Nathan before sitting down on her other side.

“You did really well, Brooke,” Haley leaned over Nathan and squeezed her hand.

“Thanks, Hales,” Brooke grinned at her. Nothing in the world could ruin her day. Nothing at all.

“Totally hot,” Nathan agreed.

Brooke rolled her eyes, before giving him a mini high-five. “Thanks, Nate.”

They got through dinner, and the speeches, without too much drama. The best man made a terrible joke about how he had this speech written months ago, all he did was change the name of the bride.

Rachel had given him a stormy look from the top table.

Lucas had leant forward to let his arm fall across the back of her chair and she’d leaned into him.

She knew where she’d rather be.

The first dance came and went, leading onto the second dance, which Brooke was itching to get to. Finally, she and Lucas could pick up where they’d left off before Rachel had arrived and interrupted them. She knew he’d been about to kiss her, and the anticipation of fulfilling that kiss was making her giddy.

She watched indulgently as Jake led Peyton to the dancefloor. She watched, amused, as Haley dragged Nathan to the dancefloor.

And she waited. And waited. Until she turned around to look at Lucas, confusion in her eyes.

“Only a few hours left and you’re home free,” Lucas teased.

“Yeah,” she agreed with a little laugh. “Don’t you want to … uh …” she gestured towards the dancefloor.

“Oh no, I’m a terrible dancer,” Lucas sighed. “Two left feet.”

“You couldn’t be any worse than Nathan,” Brooke murmured, watching as Haley jumped out of Nathan’s way to avoid being crushed. She looked back at Lucas, almost pleadingly.

“Would you like another drink?” Lucas asked, standing up abruptly.

“Sure,” Brooke frowned as she found herself alone.

Well, if that’s how he felt … Brooke turned her hurt at his obvious rejection of her to anger, and headed out to the dancefloor, where she relieved a grateful Haley and had Nathan dancing to her own tune, to his despair. She spent an hour dancing non-stop, with whoever was handy. Jake proved to be a fair dancer, and she danced a few dances with Chris’ father and his brother.

“What are you doing, Luke?” Haley asked as the five of them watched Brooke giggle her way through a waltz with Rachel’s cousin.

“I believe I’m getting a little drunk,” Lucas muttered, staring into his half-empty beer glass.

“Why aren’t you dancing with your very attractive date?” Nathan added.

“Because I think I’m falling for her,” Luke mumbled.

“The way she was looking at you today, I’d say the feeling is mutual,” Peyton suggested.

“She’s just watched her ex-fiance marry her best friend,” Lucas reminded them all.

“And?” Nathan shrugged, frowning.

“She’s … vulnerable,” Lucas pointed out as he watched her dance.

Haley followed his gaze. “She’s barely paid any attention to Chris.”

“She keeps glaring at you,” Jake added helpfully.

“She’s nuts about you,” Peyton grinned.

“She wants you, not the idiot in the monkey suit,” Nathan said succinctly.

“It’s not too soon?” Lucas asked, warily.

“No,” Haley confirmed. “She needs you to want her, Lucas. She needs you.”

Lucas stood up and headed towards Brooke. Cutting in smoothly, he twirled her around the dancefloor effortlessly.

“I thought you couldn’t dance?” Brooke said bitterly.

“Inebriation gives me some skill,” he replied, hoping to charm her, but she clammed up.

“Brooke, I’m sorry,” he apologised as he pulled her closer so that her head rested on his chest.

“What for?” she asked, her voice muffled as she snuggled a little closer.

He smiled as he put his hand at the small of her back and guided her around the dancefloor slowly. “I thought I should give you some space today, with Chris getting married and all the stuff you’re going through.”

“You were going to kiss me,” she looked up at him for confirmation.

“You looked beautiful, Brooke,” he told her. “How could I not kiss you?”

“Why didn’t you want to dance with me?” she asked plaintively.

“Because I’m an idiot,” he confessed with a grin. “I thought you weren’t ready.”

“You’re a sweet idiot,” she murmured. “How could I not kiss you?”

Bending his head, he caught her lips with his and kissed her long and hard, right in the middle of the dancefloor. When he finally lifted his head and looked down into her eyes, he saw she looked as dazed as he felt.

“We should definitely do that again,” she sighed happily.

“Yeah we should,” Lucas agreed before capturing her lips again.

“Maybe you should stop focusing on them and start focusing on your own date,” Haley suggested, moving closer.

He wrapped his arms around her. “Sounds good to me,” he agreed softly before bending to kiss her soundly.

“Life is pretty damn perfect right now,” Peyton sighed as she snuggled closer to Jake.

“It sure is,” he agreed as he tightened his hold on her slightly.

“Can God see us doing this?” Brooke murmured against Lucas’ lips.

“God, and everyone else at the reception,” Lucas replied before kissing her again.

“I hope they get an eyeful,” Brooke giggled before throwing her arms around Lucas’ neck and drawing him closer for another kiss.