OK soooo I've just started 2 more stories! Whose going to kill me?

I promise from now there will be no more new ones just a heap of updating!

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This is completely AU and set in a kind of Sin City/Romeo and Juliet type time. Lots of loved-up Brucas but it will get a darker as each part progresses (It will probably be 3 parts/chapters in all). I've had the idea in my head for a while and it was originally going to be a oneshot but then I just wanted to get a part of it published so here we are.

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Out Of Bounds

Part 1

"Death is not the greatest loss in life. The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live."

-Norman Cousins

I wasn't supposed to be here, they'd kill me if I was spotted. I was barely tolerated in their city let alone at the annual ball. The mayor sat on his throne, watching his people dance, drink and have fun. Police, politicians, celebrities, his daughter, Tree Hill royalty.

Being the son of the most notorious mob boss in the city pretty much put you on the blacklist in this crowd. Every one of them despised us, or at least claimed to, I was still under the impression that half of them, if not more, were fascinated by us. But none of them would ever admit it and even though I was the good Scott boy, the one who did little more than petty crimes, not a single one would hesitate in putting a gun to my temple and pulling the trigger.

Gain the trust of the beloved mob-hating mayor, start an all out war.

The mayor didn't care, he wanted me dead, he wanted us all dead really, but I was his target because he knew how she felt about me and it infuriated him. That's why I was here, not to infuriate him but for her, she is the only reason I would risk my life like this, to see her, just to catch a glimpse. I hadn't seen or spoken to her in months and it killed me. I had left her, stayed away, to protect her, but there was only so much I could take and on this days of all day's I needed to see her again.

My mask secure in place, making me unrecognisable, I watched her from across the room. She was dancing with a few friends, looking breathtaking and I could tell everyone else in the room thought the same. Her strapless red dress flying out as she twirled and moved in time to the music, long chocolate locks bouncing as her head swayed slightly. It wasn't difficult to figure out why she was the most sought after woman in the city, her outer beauty was startling yet I knew that it hardly compared to what was inside her heart.

I watched her, transfixed.

A man came up to her and started talking, she smiled at him but the smile didn't reach her eyes and part of me jumped for joy. The man bent down and placed a kiss on her cheek before turning and walking away, her friends watched him giggling, it was clear to me they all wanted him yet she showed no interest. She turned away, facing my direction, it took only second before we locked eyes. The smile on her face dropped and she looked at me in confusion as if deciding whether or not she believed what she saw. Then the smile re-appeared but not the fake smile she had given to the man who started talking to her, rather the full blown dimpled smile she only reserved for a few people close to her. I wondered how the hell she had recognised me being that my mask covered ninety percent of my face and my hair was completely hidden by a rounded hat. Without a word to her friends she started making her way through the crowd towards me, I waited only a second before turning and fleeing.

I made it out of the large building, turning right before heading down a dark alley and throwing off my hat and mask, I walked with my head low. How had I been so stupid? I'd let her see me, I'd let her get her hopes up. Even worse, seeing her again, seeing her smile, knowing that she still wanted to see me. I didn't know it was possible but I fell even more in love with her. I cursed myself, I cursed my family, I cursed everything I was born into that would prevent me from having her. I'd give it all up in a second to be with her, my life, my friends, even my family, but I couldn't. I could never escape who I was, what I was.

And neither could she.

People would chalk it up to be some cliché, star-crossed yet destined lovers or some shit. Nathan liked to tell me, I only wanted her because she was the only girl in the whole city I couldn't have. Both were stupid-as-fuck theories, I had wanted, needed and loved her since the first day I met her almost four years ago. Months before I knew who she was, years before I realised we would never be allowed to spend the rest of our lives together. And that was the other stupid theory, destiny. Fuck destiny. I knew she wasn't my destiny, she was the one thing in life I loved more than anything else, more than life itself but the universe likes to play perverse tricks. We weren't destined to be together, we would never be allowed to be together and that thought alone was almost enough to send my off the roof of the nearest building. Almost not quite completely because the thought that me staying away gave her protection was enough to carry on. Besides, I could never abandon her in such a cruel, unforgiving world by herself.

I hear footsteps coming down the alleyway behind me and stiffen for a moment, suddenly quickening my pace. Had I been spotted? Was someone coming after me? Then the panic subsided and I realised the sound was not the heavy gate of a man but rather the elegant trot of a heeled shoe. In that same moment I knew who was behind me.

I didn't turn around, I kept walking praying to god or whoever was up there that she hadn't spotted me. "Lucas?" The sound of her voice whispering uncertain but clear into the dark was enough to bring me to my knees yet I didn't let myself stop. "Lucas." Her raspy voice was more sure of itself now and I could hear her pace quicken. "Lucas please." This time the voice was barely audible but it was enough to bring me to a halt, I heard her stop as well but I didn't turn around. She was close to tears, I could tell and she was begging with me in her voice just to talk to her, explain to her why I was here. How could I look her in the eyes and have a conversation with her and then stop? I had no idea if I had the strength to walk away again. I turned.

She was standing there, a few metres from me, holding up her red dress in one hand while the other went to her face to wipe the single tear I knew would be running down her face. The light from the moon made her eyes shine, her hair was slightly tousled, blowing lightly in the wind. She was gorgeous.

"Lucas, Luke." She said again, repeating my name as if she had to say it to make herself believe I was actually there.

"Go. Back. Inside. Brooke." My voice was low and cold and I could tell the lack of compassion hurt her although she would never let it show.

"Y-your here." She took a step forward but I took one back, I couldn't let her get too close, I would cave instantly if she was to even just brush against me. She stopped in place and another tear slid down her face, she didn't bother wiping it away this time.

"Go back inside."

"No. I miss you Lucas." She wasn't hiding behind walls, she wasn't putting up any defences she was there, ready and willing to fight for me.

"Brooke I-" I couldn't think of words, what was I supposed to say? Was I supposed to tell her that I didn't miss her? That I didn't love her? That was the right thing to do, drive her away so she would be safe yet telling her I didn't care for her, telling her that she wasn't the reason I woke up in the morning was too much for me to even consider let alone say out loud.

"Do you ever miss me? Do you ever think about me, even for a moment every so often?" I hang my head because I'm not strong, not anymore, I can't be when she's around, she's impossible for me to resist, for me to lie to.

"Of course, I never stop." It was barely a whisper but it was enough, she stepped forward, not far enough to be touching yet I could still feel the heat of her skin radiating towards me.

"Then be with me."

"You know I can't we-we can't."

"Because I won't be safe? Fuck, Lucas I'm not fucking safe now! Don't you see? I'm dying inside, these last few months have been unbearable." She must have realised she had let her emotions get the better of her so she stopped to take a breath before starting again, her voice softer. "I can't live without you."

"You have to."

"I can't Lucas! Jesus, do you not understand how much I love you?" My eyes shot to her, of course I fucking understood.

"Do you not understand how much I love you?" A glimmer of hope shone in her eyes before it was replaced with bitterness.

"You love yourself." She spat "Your not protecting me by staying away, your protecting yourself from the possible pain of losing me."

"I would give up my life for yours in a heartbeat."

"Another selfish act because I would rather die than live without you." How could it be that we were only fucking nineteen? How much love could two such young hearts handle?

"Then your selfish because you won't let me keep you safe."

"That may-be but at least I admit it. Tell me Lucas would you rather me die happy and loved or miserable and alone, maybe then I would welcome death." I cringed.

"Don't" I warned her, taking a breath "don't talk like that, your death isn't something I can comprehend Brooke."

"Then don't, don't think about it. Look at me" I looked down into her eyes at this demand, hazel irises I could stare at forever "be with me Lucas, it's that simple, don't think about any of the other stuff." I don't reply and we spend the next few minutes staring into each others eyes before she talks again. "You promised me if I ever needed anything you would be there. Well I need you, I need to love you, I need you to love me. Life without you stopped being an option four years ago."

"Stop it." I look away, a tear falling down my face "Stop using the way I feel about you against me"

"Be with me."

"I can't"

"No, you can, you just won't." Another silence settles in. I can hear her breath, she's so close to me now, I can almost feel her against me, I get a whiff of her strawberry, coconut scent and my throat hitches.

"I'm going to leave Brooke, your not going to follow me. You will probably never see me again. It was wrong to come tonight." A small sob escapes her lips but she doesn't say anything, I'm about to turn to go and then she speaks.

"Happy Birthday." She tells me and I gulp at the thought she remembered. "I have a gift, it's just, I didn't have time to grab it.." She trails off, she must have expected to see me tonight, she knows me too well. "What did you wish for?" She suddenly asks, staring me right in the eyes.

"The same thing I've wished for since I was fifteen." I say without hesitance, it was true, every year I wished for one more year with Brooke Davis. She closes her eyes in sadness.

"What hurts the most is feeling so close and having so much to say and watching you walk away and never knowing what could have been and..."

"What?" Her voice is a whisper, I'm not sure if I heard her right.

"Haley wrote us a song."

"Oh." I could see her hurting, I could see her heart breaking further. All I ever did was cause her pain, I didn't deserve her love. I look down at her dress. "You look beautiful Brooke." I tell her because she does, she looks breathtaking.

"You always said red was my colour." I shake my head

"No. It's our colour." Her eyes meet mine again in surprise and it's only second before she has launched herself at me, her lips meeting mine as fireworks crashed down upon us. Then I was helpless because I couldn't pull away, not from this. So I kiss her back and all the hurt, pain, anger and love from the past six months melts into the kiss. It's not long before I have her pinned against the wall on the side of the alley, her legs around my waist. I hike up her dress, kissing her like my life depended on it, my tongue diving into her moth over and over again. She undoes my pants, they fall to the ground and I smile into the kiss, hearing her moan at the way I'm rubbing against her. But then she stops, pulling away, desperate for air "wait." She pants and I still the movement of my pelvis rocking towards her. "Ha-have you umm" she looks down obviously in pain over what she's about to ask me, I can see fear in her eyes like she's scared to ask a question she may not want to know the answer to. "Have you, been with anyone else since we last-" she stops, biting her lip, fighting back the tears I can see forming behind her stunning orbs. Holding her steady with one hand, I reach up and cup her face.

"Brooke Davis, it's you. It's only ever been you. No, I have not been with anyone else, and I never plan to be." She sighs in relief, her head falling against my shoulder.

"I love you so much Lucas Scott."

"I love you too much Brooke Davis." She shakes her head and moves back to kiss me but this time I pull away. "Maybe we shouldn't, not here. We can go back to my place, you deserve better Pretty Girl." Her face lights up as I use her old nickname, she shifts her hips and I let out a moan as her wetness rubs against me.

"I've waited long enough Luke." I continue to stare her in the eyes. "Please." She begs and it's all I can take, in a flash I bury myself in her as we both let out loud moans. If there was heaven on earth this was it.

Afterwards I lower her back down to the ground carefully, she leans against me, burying her head in my chest, panting for air as I fix her dress before pulling up my pants. "I've missed you so much Broody, you have no idea." She whispers huskily and I wrap my arms around her, bringing her closer to me.

"You have no idea how much I've missed you Cheery." She shakes her head, craning her neck to look up at me.

"Yeah but I missed you more because you would have gone on being normal Broody, brooding along and what not. Where as I was not so cheery, in fact I was downright broody myself." I chuckle at her reasoning because suddenly, with her in my arms, nothing seems as serious or sinister as it did an hour ago, in fact the world seemed pretty amazing right about now.

"Pretty Girl trust me, if you think I'm Broody you should see me when your not around."

"I'm fairly sure that's impossible... UNLESS! I put secret spy camera's in your house and-" I cut her off by swooping down to place my lips on hers, I couldn't help it. "LUCASS" she growled as I pulled away "you interrupted me."

"I'm sorry beautiful, your just way too cute when your ranting."

"I was not ranting."

"I saw it coming." She scoffed and I laughed again "Brooke, I love your ranting, I love everything about you so lets just agree we missed each other equally OK?" She nods. "Do you have to get back to your party?" I asked, hoping against all hope she would say no.

"I told someone at the door I was going to meet Haley, they'll pass it on to daddy-dearest." I smile my big, puppy dog grin and she giggles at me, I love the sound of her laugh. I moved away from her, pulling off my coat before wrapping it around her shoulders. She smiled, pulling it closer to her and leaning on me as I placed an arm around her shoulders.

"Lets go for a walk." She nods, not saying anything as we walk down the alley and take a right at the end of the street. We both knew Tree Hill like the back of our hands and we both knew where we were heading. It was cold out but I didn't care, I pulled Brooke closer to me and kissed her head as we walked in silence. Just the feeling of being around each other was enough for now, there would be time for serious talk and frivolous chat when we reached our destination.

She laughed into the night air, making me laugh in turn "What?" I asked her.

"I just felt like laughing. Is that so bad?" I shook my head at her and laughed again.

"Not at all Miss Davis, laugh without question whenever you feel the need." She let out another raspy chuckle before the silence set in again. We didn't need words.

We reached the rivercourt not much later, this had always been a special place for us. It was the place we first met, the place we went to when her dad wouldn't let her leave the house to come see me, the place we shared our first kiss and the place where I broke her heart six months ago. We had a lot of good and bad memories there. Light from the city in front of us bounced off the water as I led her over to one of the tall basketball hoops. I sat down, leaning against the pole, pulling her down so she sat in my lap, leaning against my chest.

"So" she said, her raspy voice making me smile. "Were back together now huh?" I laughed.

"It looks that way."

"You won't leave again?"

"I don't think I have the strength to."

"Promise me you won't."

"I promise I won't leave you again." Our words were rushed and whispered but vitally important.

"No matter what, no matter what happens you will never just leave and not see me for six months again?"

"I promise, Brooke. I'm sorry for ever leaving you. I understand if your still angry." I heard her take a deep breath.

"I'm too happy to be angry, just promise you won't ever do it again."

"I promise with all my heart. Never again."

"Good."

"I love you." I whisper, just to say it again.

"You loved me six months ago but that didn't stop you leaving."

"Your mad." I state, her voice didn't sound angry but her words did.

"I'm not, I'm just hurt."

"You need to know that not a second went passed that I stopped missing or loving you."

"I know that."

"Then believe me when I tell you I'm sorry for leaving and that I won't ever do it again. I'm yours forever now Brooke Davis."

"Good." She says

"Good" I repeat.

"So I guess there's something we need to do now then huh?" She says, breaking the silence that had enveloped us

"What's that?"

"Tell your family." I gulped.