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Fighting For What's Meant to Be

Chapter 9 –

"You're amazing." He whispered in her ear. "You know that?"

Peyton smiled, holding him tighter. "I can't wait to start our lives together. I love you so much."

"I love you, too, Peyton Elizabeth Sawyer, soon to be, Scott." Lucas replied, finishing his sentence off with a kiss.

Maybe not meeting Brooke in New York was a good thing. Maybe it was meant to be. He had been waiting for a taxi to take him to the airport when he spotted a beautiful engagement ring in the window of a jewelry store. The jeweler had said it was a one of a kind ring. And Lucas just had to take it.

Maybe, just maybe, this was what he was meant to do in life.

Lucas looked up from his book upon the soft knock on the wooden door. He slowly stood up from the bed to open the door. When he saw he was on the other side of it, a part of him wished he had pretended to not hear the knocking.

"Brooke…hey." His voice sounded uneasy.

It turned out that Victoria never relayed the message to Brooke when she returned home that day. Meaning Brooke never even knew of Lucas's surprise to trip to New York. He wondered if things would have turned out differently had Brooke received his message. Would he still be with Peyton? Would he still be miserable? Or would things have turned out better?

Would he have ended up with Brooke? He tried not to think about the what ifs and instead decided that had Brooke knew he had visited, she probably still wouldn't have called.

That reasoning was simpler. It was easier to deal with. It was easier to accept.

"Can I come in?" She asked softly.

"Oh, yeah. I'm sorry…come right in." Lucas moved aside to let her in. "I'm guessing you want to talk about what happened…or I guess in this case what you didn't know happened."

"Why'd you go to New York?" Brooke's voice was instinctive.

Lucas sighed. He knew that was coming, yet he had been trying to avoid it. "I don't know, Brooke."

He was lying, and a part of Brooke knew that. Yes, it was a few years ago since then, but never did such a memory stand out so clear in Lucas's mind as that one did.

"Don't do that, Luke. You do know."

"I don't know okay? It was an impulsive decision and something I shouldn't have done."

"Why? Because you didn't want to see me?"

"No, Brooke. I did. I did want to see you. That's probably why I was fighting with Peyton and that's probably why I rushed to the airport that night, too."

She looked up in confusion.

"I regret it because I didn't see you when I was there…I regret it because of what it led me to do." Lucas bowed his head shamefully. He never thought he'd so easily be able to share all of this with anybody. But that's what Brooke Davis did to him.

"Lucas…I don't understand."

"Look, I know this sounds horrible but, Brooke, chances are, if I had seen you in New York, things would be different."

"Different how, Lucas?"

"Did you know the day I got back, I—I proposed to Peyton. I told her I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her. I told her I'd be lost without her. That day I lied to Peyton...and I lied to myself."

Brooke shook her head quickly. "Luke—please. I shouldn't be hearing this. Peyton hates me enough as it is-"

"Well, join the party." He mumbled.

"Luke-"

"No, Brooke, I want you to hear this. I've been keeping this in for as long as I can remember. I thought that you didn't want to see me or even speak to me. I waited in my hotel room just waiting for a call. And when that call never came, I thought it was over. And you were gone, but Peyton was still there. And marriage just seemed so simple- irrational, maybe, but so simple."

The air in the room seemed to thicken as it nearly suffocated Brooke. No words seemed to come to her mind or escape her mouth.

"Brooke." Lucas began once more. "If you had known, if Victoria had told you, would you have gone to see me?"

"Lucas, please…" Her voice was barely above a whisper.

"Please, Brooke. Give me an answer." He sounded desperate.

The answer had come to her mind within seconds of hearing the question. But she was scared to say it.

"Please…" He begged.

"…Yeah…" Hesitantly, she replied. "I guess I would have."

And that was all it took for Lucas's entire heart to break into pieces. He was living a life that could have gone differently; a life that could have been avoided. But it was because of damn Victoria, and damn Peyton, and his damn messed up life that nothing was allowed to go smoothly.

"But that doesn't matter now. That ship has sailed." Brooke reasoned, bringing him back to reality. "And you and Peyton- what you guys have, people long for so badly. Don't let it pass you by, Luke. Just don't. Don't take it for granted. You have so many possibilities with your life with her, and you need to wake up and realize that, Lucas. You and I haven't been together in so long, but you and Peyton have been. You're just experiencing a rough patch."

"No, you don't understand-"

"Don't screw this up, Luke."

He didn't understand. Peyton was not one of Brooke's favorite people, yet she was pushing him back to her. Almost if she wanted Peyton to be happy. But didn't she want him to be happy too?

"We all make mistakes. We all have regrets. But some of us can fix them."

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Brooke tried her hardest to get out of the room as quick as possible. Lucas was making it extremely hard, but she finally managed.

"Brooke?" She heard Haley's concerned voice as she rounded the corner.

"Hey, Hales."

"Is everything alright? I noticed you weren't upstairs, I figured I'd come down here to check."

"Yeah…everything's fine."

She leaned her head on Haley's shoulder and closed her eyes.

"I gotta tell him, Hales."

Haley pulled away from her best friend, looking shocked.

Brooke shrugged aimlessly. "I need to. He deserves to know."

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A/N – Okay, so I know this chapter probably sucked on 3 accounts – (A) it took forever to be posted. (B) it was short. And (C) there was a cliffhanger.

I'm sorry it may have not have been so good, but I really just needed to get this story going again. Hope it wasn't too terrible : )

Please review! Thanks! (Also, I'm gonna try to get an update for 'like a laceration…' soon.)

Thanks!

--Melissa