Hey everyone! Yeah so I was going to do a Breyton but the newest episode gave me Brucas hope. I hope you guys enjoy it and read it. I'm going to start it in high school but I will eventually make it the four years later so everyone will know what I decided should be done with the characters.
Disclaimer: No I don't own One Tree Hill! Damn it. I may have taken quotes or scenes from the show but I don't own any of it.
Most people believe they have a passion for something. That they have this intense desire for something that they truly believe in. I guess I could say the same. The passion that I have has completely changed my life in a way that I never thought could be possible. This passion is one word, basketball. It's something that I have worked countless hours on, built some relationships, lost some relationships, and gained and lost the one thing that I'm truly in love with besides basketball, Brooke Davis. I don't know what was running through my head when I decided that I wanted to be with Peyton but it cost me the one thing that I wish I could take back. Every time I see Brooke I get a scowl as if she truly hates me, god I hope not. Peyton decided she didn't want to take things any further with me for the sake of her friendship with Brooke. I'm glad she doesn't want to because I don't know how I could tell her I made a mistake. I probably the worst guy at this point. Not only did I lie and deceive Brooke, I ruined her relationship with her best friend. I guess this all takes me back into this single moment where I can hear the crowd cheering as they wait to see if I can make this free throw that could win us the game. I bounce the ball a couple of times on the court but before I try to take the shot I look up at the cheerleading squad. Brooke is watching me and as soon as she sees me look at her she looks away, at least I didn't get a scowl. I look to her right to see Peyton with her typical moody attitude, except for this time her face is covered with guilt and remorse. She has a better chance of working things out with Brooke then I do. I give on more look over at Brooke before I dribble the ball a couple more times and then throw it in the air.
The crowd erupted into cheers and whistling and the basketball team tried to lift me up but I shook them away. How could I enjoy this without being able to celebrate it with the one person that I wanted to most.
After the team showered and changed back into our nice shirts and pants, we all walked back out to our family and friends that were waiting for us.
"Lucas, over here!" I looked over to see Keith, Haley, and my mom waiting for me in the stands. When I finally made my way through the excited parents and players, my mom pulled me into a hug.
"How bout we go to the café and I'll see what desert is left?" My mom said as she dug through her purse to find her keys.
"Actually, I thought I'd walk around and clear my head. You guys can go ahead." I replied, causing my mom to stop what she was doing and look at me. She frowned and looked at Keith before she looked back at me.
"Are you sure?"
I nodded my head before replying, "Yeah."
"Okay." She began to walk with Keith but stopped when Haley didn't follow.
"I'll be there in a minute, Karen." Haley said causing my mom to nod her head and continue walking with Keith.
When they were gone she looked at me and crossed her arms. "Are you okay?" She asked softly.
"Yeah, I'm fine. I just have a lot on my mind." I said as I adjust my gym bag strap that was on my shoulder.
"Brooke?" She asked knowingly. I nodded my head causing her to sigh. "You're starting to make her worry."
"What do you want me to do, Hales?" I shifted uncomfortably as I stuck my hands in my pocket.
"Move on." She said simply.
"It's harder--" I started to say but she cut me off.
"Said then done. Yeah, well your mom deserves a little more then that excuse." I looked at her and I could tell she sympathized with me but she had a stern look on her face. I nodded my head and she walked away.
She's my best friend since I was about ten. One day she just walked up to me and my mom and told us that we didn't have enough family so she was going to be apart of ours. We've been best friends ever since. She has been there for me when I found out I had an ass of a father and even though she yelled at me for what I did to Brooke, she was there for me. We haven't been getting along lately since she started dating my ass of a brother but she still hangs around so my mom doesn't worry about us.
I sighed before I began my walk around the gym. I stopped when I looked up at the jerseys that were placed on the wall for honor. I grimaced when I noticed Dan's jersey. I heard light footsteps coming up behind me.
"So you even Brood when you make the winning shot?" A voice spoke behind me, thinking she startled me.
"I could hear your chickeny legs a mile away." I said with a light chuckle. I turned around to see Peyton smiling at me.
"Is that a compliment or an insult?" She said as she lightly hit my shoulder.
"Call it whatever you want." I said as I laughed again. Sitting on the stands, looking at the door that led outside. It looked like she didn't want to even leave and the sadness played on her face. God she's beautiful. She had her hair down but the front pulled back with a headband. She obviously still had her cheerleading outfit on that fit her body perfectly, showing off her toned legs and flat stomach, and the 'R' was painted on her right cheek that she did herself.
"Go fix it Luke." My attention left Brooke and I focused back on the words Peyton said to me. She smiled sadly at me and I returned the gesture.
"Then done? Yeah, that's what I say when everyone keeps telling me to just fix my friendship with her so she'll stop being a bitch. I know what your feeling." She gave me a small smile of encouragement and a pat on the shoulder before she walked away. I looked back at Brooke was now walking down the steps. I guess it's better to say something to her then wonder what would happen if I did. I quickly made my way over to her, dodging the small groups of people that were still in the gym.
"Brooke!" I yelled getting her attention. She turned around and looked at me. For once she didn't scowl, she just-- just looked broken.
"Not to busy with your girlfriend?" She asked without any emotion.
"She's not my girlfriend, just friends."
"That's just great Luke, but why do I care?" What was I supposed to say to her after what I did to her? It's not like she could ever forgive me or even want to talk to me.
"I don't know."
"Of course not. So how did it feel to make the winning score? I saw how you looked at her before you took the shot." She was starting to get some anger in her voice so I guess I wasn't helping my situation.
"It- it wasn't worth it."
She looked confused as she raised an eyebrow but I could tell she was wanting to know my reason for saying that. "Why is that?"
I gave her a small smile before I slowly began to walk away. "Because I couldn't kiss or celebrate it with the one person that I wanted to. You." Her mouth slightly opened but she couldn't get anything out so I continued my way out of the building. As soon as I opened the door the cold breeze hit my face. I wasn't far from the front doors when I heard it slam open and a very pissed off girl came running after me.
"Lucas Eugene Scott, get your ass back here!" I spun around and I could see the anger that fired up in her hazel eyes. I felt a hard smack go across my face that hurt like hell.
"What the fuck, Brooke!?"
"That's what I want to know! Why Lucas? Why would you say something like that to me? You're the one that cheated on me with my best friend, so why would you tell me that I'm the one you want to kiss and celebrate with?" The anger cleared her eyes and now all I could see was hurt and tears build up.
"I don't know! I'm so lost and confused without you Brooke. It took me the biggest mistake of my life to see what I lost. I know you're the one for me and every time I see your face, I just want to kiss you and tell you how sorry I am!"
"Stop it Lucas! You did this! I gave you my heart and you threw it away." She bursted into sobs and it killed me to see her like this.
"Please Brooke? Is it impossible for you to forgive me?"
She shook her head while tears continued to fall down her face as she thought about what I was saying. "Why me Lucas? Why not Peyton? You cheated on me with her and you can have her now, so why are you standing here telling me that you want me back?"
"Because I love when you kink your eyebrow when you're trying to be cute. Because I loved how you would make deals so we could get to know each other. Because I loved how you opened your heart to me and it killed me to see you sad these past couple of days."
She seemed to soften up but the next words she spoke were hard and I had to replay them in my head to fully understand what that meant. "Not everything is about you, Lucas. My dad got a job in California and I'm leaving tomorrow, so I guess none of this really mattered." She said as she lifted her arms up in the air to represent the whole conversation that we just had. I walked closer to her and she hesitated to step back, thinking I was going to kiss her but I didn't. I slowly raised my hand and wiped away a tear that slid down her cheek with the pad of my thumb.
"It always matters." I backed up and began my long walk home, knowing what I had to do.
"Mom I need to ask you something!" I said as I slammed the front door and found her and Keith sitting at the kitchen table in a what seemed like important conversation. "What's going on?" I asked as I looked back and forth between the two.
"Well I got an offer to go to Europe for a cooking school and your Uncle Keith wants to go with me."
"Oh." I replied sadly.
"What's wrong?" She asked as she studied my face.
"Well it kind of ruined my plan to ask if Brooke could move in until the summer. Her parents are moving and I don't want her to have to switch schools during the school year."
"Actually-- That sounds like a good idea."
"Wait, what?" I was surprised that my mom was actually agreeing to let a girl stay with me without supervision.
"I think it's a good idea if someone stays with you while I'm gone and I trust you enough not to sleep in the same bed with her."
"Really. What's her mom's phone number?"
I drove to the one place I knew I could always find Brooke, besides her house which she wasn't at. I smiled as I saw the silver convertible bug parked. I pulled up next to it and parked. I made my way down the beach and walked along the water until I spotted her sitting down in the sand with her arms crossed on her knees.
"This beach taken?"
"There's plenty to go around." She said without looking at me.
"Don't worry, I'm not going to ask you if your okay about moving."
"I want to show you something." I said causing her to look up at me in confusion.
"Come with me." She looked at me as she tried to decide if she did or not. She sighed and turned away to grab her purse. I stuck out my hand and when she turned back towards me she hesitated to grab it, but she did so that's something.
"What about my car?" She asked as we got into the truck.
"I'll bring you back to pick it up later."
We walked up the steps to my bedroom and she cocked an eyebrow as she looked at my now red painted door.
"And because I love the girl behind the red door."
"I-- I don't understand." She said but I didn't reply as I grabbed her hand and led her up the steps. I pushed my door open and flipped on the light to show all of Brooke's belongings scattered about my room.
"Why is my stuff here."
"I talked to my mom and she said you could stay here until the school year ends."
"What about my mom and dad?" She said as she looked at me with wide eyes.
"Let's just say my mom can be-- pretty persuasive." She nodded her head as she bit on her lower lip.
"You did this? For me?" I smiled and moved some loose strands of hair behind her ear.
"I'm the guy for you Brooke Davis and I'm going to prove it to you." A few tears fell from her eyes as she moved in for a hug. I wrapped my arms securely around her as she gripped onto my shirt.
There comes a time when every life goes off course. In this desperate moment you must choose your direction. Will you fight to stay on the path while others tell you who you are? Or will you label yourself? Will you be honored by your choice? Or will you embrace your new path? Each morning you choose to move forward or to simply give up.
Yeah so how did you guys like this chapter? This was mainly just pulling parts from the show so I can guide it to the way I want it. I will probably pull some scenes from the show on other chapters but I doubt it will be as much as I did on this chapter. Reviews are my best friend. Let me know if I should continue this.