So I FINALLY have this done! I thought I was going to ge tit up a lot quicker but I wasn't happy with the ending and then I wasn't happy with the Brooke/Chris scene so I did quite a few rewrties. Anyway, I'd like to thank all of you for your awesome reviews and I hope this meets all of your expectations. As Mark would say, 'thank you for takign this journey with me.' lol. Enjoy!

"Brooke?" She had ignored him the whole trip, prom being no exception.

"Talk to your girlfriend." She said casually over her shoulder, pulling her dress down a little further, it having ridden up as she tried to make her quick escape from Lucas.

"So we're never going to talk about that night?" He found himself a little bit angry that she was refusing to talk to him even though he knew she had every right to.

"That night, never happened." She stopped at the punch table, grabbing a cup and slipping it under the blue stream.

"But, I said that I-."

She dropped her glass and spun around quickly. "Don't you dare say it! You had no right to say it that night and you have no right to say it now. Not while you're with her." She said angrily, pointing her perfectly manicured finger at him.

"But I meant it Brooke. I still mean it." He glanced around, looking for Peyton and noticed that she was busy talking to one of the locals.

Brooke followed his eyes and Peyton looked over at the both of them and Brooke offered a small wave. "If that were the case," she started, turning back towards the blonde in front of her, "then you would have already broken up with her. And if you're staying with her because you're afraid to let her go after the Derek thing then you're an asshole." She shook her head and started walking away from him. "I don't have feelings for you, and you do not have feelings for me."

And that's how he ended up there. Lying next to Peyton, covered in sweat and a sheet. He took Peyton up on her offer to spite Brooke even though it was probably only proving her right. He was actually surprised that Peyton didn't notice his change in behavior. The whole time he seemed impatient, Peyton always stopping him with words. He had to sleep with her, just to get Brooke out of his mind. Maybe let her go, and just really love Peyton then.

No such luck.

He looked over at Peyton who has a huge smile on her face and he suddenly felt even more guilty than before. Then the room is filled with light laughter and he can detect instantly the soft giggle from the brunette he loved. "Damn I've got to stop doin' this." Both Lucas and Peyton's eyes were drawn tot he door, Peyton's head immediately ducking under the sheet.

He isn't sure if she noticed how Brooke's face completely fell, a smile gracing it one minute, a sad expression the next. Her mouth hung open a bit and she turned away, taking her eyes out of the room and placing them on Mouth. Skillz shut the door quickly, feeling bad for Brooke already. She shouldn't have seen that. They'd spent a lot of time together during the trip, and it became apparent to him that she wasn't over Lucas, not by far.

She knew they were together. She'd witnessed them kissing and hugging and holding hands under the table and of course smiling at each other goofily. But that? Seeing them laying in bed together covered in sweat was the worst feeling she'd ever felt. She felt like she'd been kicked in the stomach and somebody squirted juice in her eyes. The worst part was that now when she closed her eyes, all she saw was Peyton's curls, the ones she had curled, ruined and Peyton smiling and her hand cupping Lucas' cheek, the smallest of smiles on his face.

"That was uncomfortable." Mouth said, Skillz coming up next to him.

"Uh, you know what guys? I think I'm going to take a walk." She stumbled on her words due to the fact that she's trying with all her might not to throw up.

"You sure? You've been drinking." Skillz sounded genuinely worried and for that alone Brooke placed a fake smile on to her face.

"Trust me, I'm sober now." She laughed a little before turning around, hoping that she kept the smile on long enough to convince them that she was okay.

But, her smile faltered before she turned away completely and Mouth noticed. They turned to look at each other, both knowing that everything was completely screwed up and that Brooke didn't need that, not at all. Mouth shook his head sadly as he watched Brooke walk away slowly, wrapping her jacket tighter around her body. "She's definatly not okay." Mouth muttered sadly.

Brooke made her way down the tar paved street, coming up along Chris Keller's tour bus. He was sitting rather pathetic looking outside the bus and she stopped in front of him, waiting or one of his clever lines. "Well well, took ya long enough."

She fought the urge to scoff but realized that if she did, it'd make her a hypocrite. "Don't flatter yourself."

"Want to come inside?" He asked, glancing at the large bus next to him. "I get really good looking after a couple of drinks."

She rocked back and forth a little on her heels, shaking her head just slightly. "Oh, but I've already had a few drinks." The way she was speaking, she already knew that she was going to get on that bus with him because Lucas hated Chris and sleeping with Chris would hurt Lucas once more.

"And how do I look? As good as the last time I got you wasted?"

She sighed a little, looking down at the man in the ridiculous purple suit. "Listen, my last couple relationships have been screwed up big time," 'Every one of my relationships have been screwed up.' "And I also have a terrible fear of being alone. So if we slept together, it would just mean that I'm drunk and trying to kill the pain. It wouldn't have anything to do with you." She laid out the ground rules, just like she always did before having casual sex.

"Works for me." He said happily, getting up from his seat.

He was too far away to hear anything but he noticed as she walked up the steps of the bus, she looked back at Chris and had the rem nets of a small smile on her face. She was going to sleep with him... again. The image of Brooke lying in bed with Chris on her maroon colored sheets and that bastard's arm lying over her stomach came into mind. That was something that was permanently etched into his mind whether he wanted it to be or not.

"What are you looking at?" Peyton asked from the bed, playing with one of her tousled curls.

He turned and looked at her, his sad expression, his hallowed eyes. "I'm sorry."

"For what?" She sat up, wrapping the sheet around her chest, preparing herself for what was to come.

"For tonight. I shouldn't have taken you up on the offer." He glanced back to the bus, the door now closed and a light on. He was probably on top of her now.

"What do you mean?" Her voice was shaky and she got up from the bed to stand in front of him.

"I can't love you like I love her." he whispered, looking down, not being man enough to look her straight in the eye and say it. "I'm not in love with you." He looked up a minute later to find her face soaked with tears. "Peyton don't cry."

"I should be allowed to fucking cry Lucas." she said bitterly, pulling some of the sheet up to her face in order to dry her face. "You slept with me and now you're breaking up with me for her." She laughed a little and walked back to the bed, her head resting in her hands. "Of course you love her though. It's not like I got you 'fairly'."

"What do you mean?"

"Brooke broke up with you after I told her that I still loved you. She broke up with you because of me no matter what she told you." There it was. There was the truth. Neither one had told him what had happened the night before the wedding and after a while he had just kind of accepted that he wouldn't know. It all made sense now though. Why Brooke had acted the way she had, why both refused to bring it up.

When Peyton and him were done talking, he decided to go for a walk in the town square and try to clear his head. Brooke didn't want him and Peyton didn't want him. He certainly had a knack for relationships. He spotted the dark haired girl sitting in the gazebo, looking at the town around her.

He approached her slowly, not quite sure if he wanted to talk to her. "I thought I told you it was creepy to watch people you think aren't paying attention." She'd felt him behind her almost the whole time, she always had a sort of sixth sense for him.

"So, how was Keller?" It sounded worse out loud than it did in his head.

"What's it to you?" She asked, turing her body to look at him.

He shrugged. He couldn't look at her, not in the eye. Instead he kept his gaze either on the ground or at Chris' tour bus. He nodded towards the bus where the light had just turned off. "I always figured he'd fall asleep right after he was done."

She scoffed. "What makes you so damn sure I slept with Chris?"

He looked over at her then, a confused look on his face. That seemed to be all he was now: confused. He didn't know right from wrong, up from down, blonde from brunette. "You..."

"I didn't sleep with him. I'm growing up Lucas. I'm not Brooke Davis: head slut anymore." She stared at him as she said this, trying to burn the words into his skin. "We're graduating soon. We're becoming adults and I don't want to be that person. Let's face it Luke, the choices we make now are what shape us. I don't want to be that 30 year old who's still at the club going from hook up to hook up. I want a family. I want more than just sex."

He actually picked up on what she was trying to say. She was telling him to choose. Choose her or Peyton. He needed to stop being so childish and flip-flopping. He couldn't keep doing it to them because despite their love for him, he knew they wouldn't wait around forever. Brooke longed to have what she was never given, a family. He knew Peyton wanted that too, he saw how much it hurt her when Jenny and Jake left. With him going between each girl, he could never give them that. There would always be the other in the back of his mind and that wouldn't be fair to the three of them, let alone a child.

It was quite for a long time between them. He didn't know what to say and she had nothing left to say to him. She sighed and stood up, pulling her dress down a little. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have slept with Peyton." He couldn't look at her, not in the eye. He kept his gaze either on the ground or at Chris' tour bus.

"Why are you apologizing for sleeping with your girlfriend?" She asked with a raised brow. She chose not to look at him then either, instead choosing to take in her surroundings.

"Ex." He said before clearing his throat, shoving his hands into his jacket pockets. She took her eyes off of the big sign that had welcomed them to Honeygrove and placed them on the brooding blonde. "I broke up with her when you went in with him." He looked over at her, letting her know he chose, that he chose her.

She turned away from him, walking towards the steps on the gazebo, her heels hitting the wooden floor heavily. She wasn't just going to hand herself over to him. She was happy as hell, but that didn't mean shit. "You seem to think I care."

"Oh, I know you care." He said confidently, walking towards her. He was so close she could feel his breath on the back of her neck and shivered a little involuntary. "Otherwise you wouldn't have turned away."

She sighed, letting her shoulders drop. She turned around to look at him, realizing he was incredibly close to her. "Fine, I care. But it doesn't change anything between us." She put her hand against his chest as a way to keep space between them. "You gave up on us."

"If I'm not mistaken, you broke up with me." Lucas said, placing his hand on hers, the digit of his thumb rubbing her hand softly, outlining the plain silver ring that laid on her middle finger.

"And you didn't fight for me. You gave up so easily! Was I just not worth it anymore?" Her voice is soft but her words are angry. "You stood in front of me at that party and told the world that you weren't the guy for me. I cried myself to sleep for weeks after that night Lucas! You were so noble and such a gentleman and then you became this different person. You turned in to every other jackass guy I knew." Her eyes filled with tears and her voice is she shaky. She had to stop and take in a deep breath so that the tears wouldn't fall. "I saw a guy I once knew, a guy you swore you wouldn't become again. You reminded me of the Luke that didn't give a rat's ass about me."

He pulled her closer to him, her head resting on her chest. The girl he loved was so broken and it was his fault. He beat her down, made her doubt his undeniable feelings for her. "God, you didn't even stop me from leaving your room when I broke up with you!" She mumbled into his chest. He took a step back and Brooke looked up at him with clouded eyes.

"I'm a dumbass. I have screwed up a lot when it comes to you Brooke. For a long period of time, I did think that I was in love with Peyton, but all the while I still loved you. That was one thing that never changed Brooke. I have never fallen the littlest out of love with you."

And just like that she crumbled, she broke down crying. She wanted to wait longer becuase he had hurt her so much and those few short sentences didn't seem like they should be enough. But he's broken up with her and he's trying and she didn't want to wait any longer. She couldn't wait any longer. "I hate you Lucas Scott." She buried her head in his chest once more and he stroked her back.

"I love you too." He replied with a smirk and she started laughing. She lifted her head up from his chest and looked at him, a dimpled smile on her face. "God I've missed that smile."

Her smile got wider, something that he didn't think was possible and she tilted her head up at him, whispering an "I love you" before placing her lips securely on his.