A/N: Not edited, don't judge.

Title of chapter uno is Don't Stop. After Foster the People's song.

The title of this chapter is My Mind is a Warrior after the song Grade 8 by Ed Sheeran. I name the chapters after the song I play on repeat while I write them.

A little over a week after Lucas first met the cheery brunette, he couldn't seem to help his mind from wandering to thoughts of Brooke. He kept thinking how he only knew her for a few minutes and she completely changed his opinion on her from being a stereotypical rich teen to a warm hearted young girl. Even in the morning, like today, he caught himself thinking about Brooke again. He was standing in the barn across from Daisy, brushing out her honey blonde man. He heard the door to the barn open and he was surprised to see the brunette standing at the entrance. Wearing jeans and a lavender shirt that showed her navel, her hair was matted and wavy from the rain showers outside. He didn't expect to see her. At least not at a time like this. It was raining and miserable outside. It was a nine days since he last saw her, and it really shouldn't be that big of a deal, but he was happy to see her.

"I don't have any carrots." She said, giggling softly. Lucas's lips formed a smile and he waved her over. As she walked over, looking at Daisy, Lucas admired the rather low v-neck top she was wearing; showing off the small bit of cleavage she had and her flat tummy. When he realized where his mind was, he immediately flicked his eyes back at Daisy. Brooke put her hand on Daisy's side, gently patting her, completely oblivious.

"If you want'a feed her, there's an apple right there." Brooke looked over to Lucas, seeing his finger pointed over her shoulder at an apple on the ledge of Daisy's stall. She pivoted on her heels and stepped over, picking up the apple.

"Does she bite?" she asked hesitantly, holding the apple nearer to her chest. Daisy's head nudged Brooke's arm, her big eyes set on the red fruit in the teen's grasp.

"Not unless you put your hand in her mouth." Lucas chuckled. Brooke smiled and held the apple up. Daisy took a bite, instantly, and started gnawing it in her mouth. Lucas heard a small squishing noise, and he looked down to see Brooke's knee-high red rain boots. He laughed at the sight, "Nice galoshes." He commented softly. She definitely wasn't an ordinary teen. What ordinary teen wore knee-high galoshes?

She looked over, squinting at him, "Was that sarcastic?" she asked.

"No. I really do like them." He laughed.

"Well... thank you." Brooke tilted her head with a smile. She kept rotating the apple for Daisy to eat. It worked for a while, until Daisy took the whole thing into her mouth. Brooke's eyes widened and she looked over at Lucas. "Is she allowed to eat all of it?" she asked.

"No," Lucas commented quietly, "Apple seeds are poisonous to horses." He said. Brooke's eyes grew even wider.

"I'm so sorry!"

"I'm joking." Lucas murmured, "She likes to eat the whole thing." He laughed as Brooke's wide eyes narrowed, and then her features softened and went back to normal.

She laughed lightly, "You have a sick sense of humour, you know that?" she asked.

Lucas nodded, another smile spreading over his face, "I've been told so."

Another laugh escaped Brooke's lips, and she looked behind her as the rain hit the ground harder. "Does it always rain here?" she asked, looking back to the blond.

"Nah, just in the rainy months." Lucas leaned forward and patted Daisy's neck, looking down at Brooke. She was probably a foot shorter than him. "Late March, April, May, beginning of June." He listed, chewing his cheek, "Rainy months." He added softly.

"It always rains on my birthday." Brooke laughed quietly, "My mom says it's a sign from God. Whatever that means. I'm not sure it was intended as a nice comment."

"Doesn't sound like it." Lucas murmured, "When's your birthday?" he asked.

"March fourth." She answered quickly, smiling, "I'm sixteen now. But I think I act and look older. Well I hope I do." Brooke paused, looking up, "Do I?"

Lucas laughed light heartedly, "Couldn't tell you." He said honestly.

"Oh come on. I've been passed for eighteen before." She said, a cheeky smile gracing the features of her face.

Lucas paused, taking the time to really look at her. He gave a quick nod of approval, "I can see that. Eighteen year olds wear make-up, don't they?" he chuckled, looking at the purple eye shadow and dark eyelashes that surrounded her hazel eyes.

Brooke scoffed, laughter soon followed. Lucas smiled at her laugh. It was a nice laugh. "You don't know much about teenagers do you? I've been wearing make-up since I was twelve." She said pointedly.

"I guess not. The only one I ever knew was my sister and I didn't pay enough attention to that stuff." He said. He remembered his sister, and for a split second, he missed her badly. But then he forced himself to forget all about her and all the memories that came with her.

"You have a sister?" Brooke asked.

Lucas nodded, "I do." He said flatly. He saw Brooke rub her arms, and he noticed the goose bumps raised over her delicate arms. "It's pretty cold out here, isn't it?" he asked.

"It is." She giggled, rubbing her arms faster.

"I have a fire on, if you want to come inside." He offered. Don't invite her in. She's sixteen. She's practically a child.

"Sure." Brooke gave a smile, and Lucas ignored his thoughts, digging into his pocket and giving Daisy a parting gift; a honey and grain biscuit. She happily took it to the back of her stall. Lucas chuckled. Sometimes he swore she had the personality of a dog.

He walked up to his house, Brooke following beside him. He pulled the door open and let her in. She looked around the quaint little home.

The walls were a deep beige, similar to a soft caramel mixed with a drop of deep sienna. The main room they stood in had a fireplace on the wall under a shelving unit filled with books. There was a brown leather couch, and matching recliner. Brooke noticed the lack of photos. It reminded her of her house; except smaller.

"This is cute." She commented as she pulled off her rain boots, putting them beside Lucas's boots on a plastic mat.

Lucas snorted quietly, "Why thank you." He said, "Do you want a drink?" he asked, walking through a doorway. Brooke followed close behind. The kitchen was the same colour as the main room, and it had dark counters and a fridge and a stove, and everything else a normal kitchen had.

"What do you have?" she asked with a small smile.

"Um..." Lucas opened the fridge. She saw a lot of beer and meat. He looked up, almost apologetically, and Brooke giggled.

"Water's fine." She said.

He nodded, closing the fridge. Brooke walked forward, seeing a single photo on the fridge. It was a photo of a blonde woman with curly hair, sitting on a bench with two little blonde girls beside her. The girls looked practically identical, except one looked to be about eight, and the other couldn't be older than three. The little one had soft, straight blonde hair and a sweet, chubby-cheeked, cherubic face. The older one looked just like the woman. Big blonde curls surrounding a beautiful face.

"Who are they?" Brooke asked quietly.

Lucas walked over, a glass of water in one hand, a beer in the other. He squinted, pressing his lips in a firm line. "That's, um, my sister. And my nieces." He raised his beer, pointing with his pinky finger, "That's Anna," he pointed to the older girl, "and that's Jenny." He laughed quietly, pointing to the little one.

"Oh, they're so sweet." Brooke smiled, "Does your sister live around here?" she asked.

"No," Lucas said quietly, "Peyton left when we were nineteen."

Brooke could see the frown tugging at Lucas's lips. "Oh." She said. He composed himself, nodding.

"Didn't like the small town. And when my parents died, she finally had an excuse to leave." He explained, "Anyway. Here." He handed Brooke the glass of water.

She took it, following him into the main room. It smelled like cinnamon. He sat down on the couch, and she sat on the recliner across from him, crossing her legs.

"Your house smells good." She commented quietly.

Lucas laughed, "I just dried my cinnamon a few days ago." He said.

"Dried your cinnamon?" Brooke quirked her eyebrow and let out a soft chuckle.

"I have a cinnamon tree in the sun room. Planted it two years ago, and just now I'm getting spice from it. But I got a lot. So, if you ever need cinnamon, you know where to come." He said with a laugh.

"That's so cool," Brooke smiled, "Do you grow a lot of your own stuff? You have a greenhouse in the back, right?" she asked.

"Yes and yes. I never buy fruit or veggies. The only thing I buy is meat, milk, butter, and flour." He paused, "And beer." Taking a sip of his cold beer.

Brooke laughed again. It wasn't hard to be happy around Lucas. "What kind of things do you grow?" she asked.

"Potatoes, carrots, cabbage, lettuce, onions, all the spices I can. Rosemary, oregano, basil. And as for fruit, I have a peach tree, six apple trees, and I grow strawberries and blueberries, and I have a blackberry bush at the side of my house." He listed, amused as Brooke's mouth opened in awe.

"That's amazing." She said.

He smiled, "Not used to living in the country yet? Everyone grows their own food. Saves on the bills." He murmured.

"Do you work?" Brooke asked.

"I sell what I don't eat. Sometimes I'll rent out the extra stall in my barn for someone's horse. But not usually. I don't have that many bills to pay, so I don't need to work. Everything I have is paid off so it's not an issue." He explained tenderly, nursing his beer through his words.

Brooke sat quietly for a while, sipping the cold water. "Don't you ever get lonely?" she asked abruptly, looking up and locking eyes with Lucas.

He shook his head no, "I don't get lonely. I have my animals." He said.

Brooke frowned, "That's sad." She said.

Lucas laughed, "How is that sad? I'm happy. I love being out here alone. It's tranquil, it's peaceful, it's home. Besides, I do go into town every couple weeks. I'm not a hermit."

Brooke giggled at the thought, "I guess I'm just used to living in the city." She said.

"Why did you move all the way out here? It's rare that we get city folk moving in around here." Lucas murmured, squinting slightly.

Brooke let out a deep sigh. "I don't really know." She was quiet, her eyebrows furrowed. She finally looked up at Lucas, "My parents are getting a divorce. They told me and next thing I know, we're living out in the boonies—" Brooke smiled slightly, "No offense." She added quickly. "It's just, I'm not used to it. I think it was my mom's decision. She doesn't want me getting into trouble—because she and my dad are always gone on business and stuff—and, well, there isn't much to get into trouble about in the country." She explained.

"That's true." Lucas said, "I'm sorry about your parents getting a divorce. Must be hard." He said quietly, running his thumb over his rough fingertips.

"Not really," Brooke's features lightened and she smiled, flashing her dimples, "I don't have to listen to them argue all the time now. My dad always gets so mad at me... sometimes when he's really mad he'll..." Brooke looked down, pulling a vibrating cell phone out of her pocket. "Oh. It's my mom." She said.

"It's okay." Lucas said. Brooke nodded and answered her phone. Lucas watched Brooke as she answered the call. He couldn't help but wonder. Sometimes when her dad gets mad he'll do what? He watched her forehead crease.

"But—" she frowned, "I understand. Okay. I understand." She sighed, "Yes. I get it, mom." Her tone became more cross. "Okay. It'll be clean. I'll go home now." She mumbled, hanging up. Lucas could hear yelling on the other line as Brooke hang up. "I have to go," she admitted quietly.

"Okay. Well feel free to come by if you ever get lonely." He offered.

She giggled quietly, "Coming from the man who never gets lonely. Maybe you can give me a few pointers next time." She said as she stood up, "I'll put this in the kitchen?" she asked, holding up the half emptied glass of water. Lucas nodded. Brooke turned around and he admired her jeans; the way they clung to her body. Quickly he forced himself to look away. Brooke glanced back, meeting his eyes before she smiled and walked back into the kitchen.

She walked out only seconds later, and pulled her rain boots back on. Lucas stood up and walked over to the door.

"I'll be able to stay longer once my mom leaves town." Brooke said. As if she could tell Lucas didn't want her to go yet. He nodded and offered her a smile, which she returned. "Bye Lucas." She said.

"Bye." He murmured. She turned and walked out the door, running through the rain to her house. He watched her until she got up on the porch in front of her house. She looked over her shoulder at the blond man, and smiled at him before disappearing behind the red door.

Lucas laughed quietly, shaking his head slightly. "You're crazy, Lucas." He muttered as he grabbed a book off the shelf and sat down in his recliner.

A/N: Yep... Peyton's Lucas's sister. I know it's a weird concept, but I wanted to include her in some way. And they kind of look similar, like a brother and sister, anyway. More than Brooke and Lucas do.

As for the sexual aspect of this story, it'll come in time. But I don't want Lucas to come off as a pedophile, because he isn't. Not in this fic, anyway, haha. I just want them to build a relationship first. Thanks for reading and reviewing! Let me know what you think! -LadyLovelyLies