A/N: Hey people :D This is my first ever fanfic, and I couldn't see it any other way than to be a BRUCAS FIC! I hope you all enjoy;D PLEASE READ AND REVIEW! I am seriously, I would love to read your thoughts, and how you'd like the story to go. And yes, I do know that this chapter is REALLY! generic and overdone, but remember this is just some story building and all the juicy stuff will be coming in sooooooon!

LOL, thanks for reading3

All my love!

Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE CHARACTERS OR OTH, because seriously if I did own Oth we would have not had to suffer the shit it became :P

Our Forever and Always

Chapter 1:

Lucas sat in his room, repeating the words of his best friend in his mind.

"If it's peyton great, if it's Lindsay great, if it's brooke. Just stop hiding your heart."

Lucas took a deep breath, running his hands down his tired face. The past year of his life was perhaps the worst. The girl he loved ran out of their wedding, he was suspended from his coaching job, and Peyton made it clear that she was not backing down, knowing in her heart that they belonged together, no matter who got hurt in the process.

Even though she turned him down when he proposed to her.

However now thinking about it, she turning him down was the right thing to do. Who knows what would have happened with his book if he couldn't dedicate as much time to it as he did.

Sitting here now, Lucas can only think of one thing that was the bright spot of his year, Angie. That baby brought the feeling of innocence, curiosity, and hope back into his life. If it hadn't been for brooke, that little girl would not have the full life she deserved.

Brooke, She maybe the strongest person Lucas knows, even considering the childhood she had suffered, she was able to open her home and heart to a baby who wasn't even her own. Treating the baby with complete love and devotion. There was something remarkable about a woman who was as wealthy and privileged as Brooke Davis, who knew the fame and money wasn't what life was about. She knew the way to measure a life's worth was by being surrounded by people who loved you, and being deserving of that love.

Lucas caught himself smiling at his thoughts, Brooke Davis was truly one of a kind. She saved the ones she loved, even if those people hurt her. He automatically thought of himself and Peyton.

The smile slowly melted from his face. Peyton Sawyer, the girl he was meant to be with, at least that's what everyone around him says, and his mind even started believing them. It wasn't as if he never felt that before, like they were fated to be together.

With Peyton everything was easy, simple. They agreed on all the same things, enjoyed all the same things. There was a couple times in high school when he thought they were bound for each other. But the past five years have taken a tole on his feelings. First she doesn't want to marry him, and then pops out of the blue and expects him to still be pining over her.

Lucas felt bad for thinking this, but he refused to be that person. That person who she runs to after she figures out her complicated feelings.

But if Lucas was being honest, it was the blonde girl's timing that bothered him. It seemed that every time he is truly happy with a girl, Peyton swoops in and tells him that she loved him and that she always loved him.

And every time she did so, the other girl he is with. The girl that he feels in his heart he loves, suddenly ends things completely. saying that he was always and will always be in love with the curly haired blonde.

Lucas never understood that part of his love life. Sure he wasn't the boyfriend of the year, but to have the girl you love tell you she can't love you, it hurts.

A part of Lucas knew that, that reason, was why it was so hard seeing Peyton. Instead of Joy and hope people thought her presence brought him, instead she reminded him of the heartbreaks he had endured because of her.

Guilt flooded through Lucas. Peyton may have caused him pain, but she was a light spot in his life. She was his first big crush, and the first girl he proposed to, really.

Lucas tried to block out the memories bubbling in his mind. The memories of his first love, of the first girl he told he marry someday, of the first girl to wear his engagement ring, even if it was a joke.

Lucas shook his mind, in an attempt to forget the memories, that chapter in his life was long ago shut.

He stood from his chair, grabbing his jacket and walking out of his home. Only one thought on his mind.

XOXO

A woman paced her living room nervously. Running her hands through her chestnut hair. Each tick of the clock felt like an hour.

This feeling, it hurt like nothing else before did. It was the not knowing that was the worst part, the unnerving feeling that something has gone wrong.

Why haven't they called! The beautiful girl thought frustratingly, taking a seat on her couch.

Her eyes scanned her living room, fingers tapping the couch. The quietness of her home was odd.

There was no fussing baby, or god-son running around, not even her best friend listening to some punk band upstairs. The brunette knew that her god-son, Jamie, was at his home with his loving parents, and her best friend, Peyton, was working late at her record label, but it still felt strange, the silence of it all.

Even though, all her thoughts should be focussed on preyers that the baby girl she's been taking care of for the last few months, as if she was her own, made it back to her home safely, a selfish part of Brooke's mind drifted to a certain blonde haired man.

She had started growing use to his presence around her, helping out with Angie, or just talking. It felt so good to have him back in her life. Really, back in her life. Instead of just ex's who put up with each other because they have the same friends, and might as well be civil. They were friends again.

They once again had that friendship where they could rely on each other like a fifth limb. Someone that they could call in the middle of the night, and knew that they'd listen.

And if she was telling the truth, it felt amazing having that again with him. No matter there history, he will always be the boy who changed her life so completely and greatly.

Without him, instead of owning her own multimillion corporation, she would probably just be married to some guy she meat in college, who had a nice trust fund.

A soft smile graced the lips of the beautiful girl, without her even realizing it.

Although, it sometimes felt wrong being around the blonde boy. It was more than obvious that he belonged and will always belong to her best friend and room mate, Peyton Sawyer. She should have learned her lesson all those years ,ago in high school.

But even with the pain that thought evoked, she can't help that a small part of her. A small hopeful part, still felt butterflies when ever his intense oceans of blues looked into her hazel -green orbs, it still felt as if he was looking through all her bravado, and confidence and saw her true self. The girl behind the red door.

Her pitiful thoughts were cut off when she heard the ring of her cellphone. Even though the phone was in her hands, Brooke jumped from her seat to answer, her heart racing.

"hello"

"Hello, is this Brooke Davis."

"Yes, this is she."

"

Hello, I am Lauren. I would just like to inform you that baby Angie made it home just fine."

Just those few words,

baby Angie made it home just fine,

Hearing those words made it feel as if a weight and been suddenly lifted from her chest.

All the worry, and fear melting away. Only leaving behind sorrow, and intense loneliness.

"Really," her voice was quiet and raspy, the realization that she would never be able to see that little bundle of joy again pushing her close to tears.

"Yes," the too cheerful voice of Lauren responded, "And Brooke, trust me when I say this. What you did for this girl and her family is the most amazing thing one person can do to another. Angie and her family will always remember what you did for them and be grateful."

"Thank you." Brooke's still quiet voice responded. Mumbling some sort of farewell and cutting the line.

Almost unconsciously, Brooke walked over to a framed photo. It was a cute picture of her, Angie, and Lucas. They had gone out to eat that day, Lucas insisting that Angie was old enough to eat mashed potatoes, instead of that"Disgusting baby food stuff"

Brooke laughed at his determination, and gave in. When could she not give in to what he wanted.

By the end of there lunch, Angie was covered in mashed potatoes, all over her face hands and the new outfit Brooke had just gotten her. But Brooke was not angry at how messy the girl got, instead she joined into laughter with Lucas.

While the baby girl continued hitting her hands against the mashed potatoes. An elderly couple had walked up to them, smiling, as if lost in memories of there youthful relationship.

The woman insisted on taking a photo of the, "beautiful family" as she put it, and neither Brooke nor Lucas disagreed.

Brooke smiled to her self, remembering that perfect day. Afterwords, Lucas had insisted on their going to the beach, so Angie could see how a real beach should look. Brooke merely smiled and went along with his plans.

Some part of her knowing that he was simply using herself and Angie to escape some bigger issue, but Brooke didn't mind being a safe place for him. She liked it, thats how friends should act.

Before she could get to lost in memories of that perfect day, brooke decided to head up to bed, and call it an early night. However, she didn't make it to the stairs before she heard a knock on her front door.

Who could that be. She thought to herself, knowing that Peyton could just use her key, and who else would be visiting at this hour.

Brooke cautiously made it to the front door, and asked who it was. A familiar voice responded, "

Its me.

"

Brooke opened the door in a flash, seeing the image of someone she knew better than the back of her hand.

His sandy blonde hair, that was now cut short, his perfect golden skin tone, the way he stood with his hands in his pockets, and most of all his eyes. She knew how when he was in deep thought, or grouchy they scrunched up, she knew when he was happy the were the clearest shade of ocean blue that she had ever seen, she knew how when he was angry and tried hiding it, they turned a mysterious grey, and she knew that they could look at anything broken and get an extra gleam, a sparkle showing that he wanted to help, the he wanted to save that person.

Brooke let out a breathe that she hadn't known she was holding, "

"Luke."

"Hey Brooke."

A/N: Again, thanks for reading and hopefully reviewing!

all my love3