I walked through the door with you, the air was cold, but something 'bout it felt like home somehow and I left my scarf there at your sister's house, and you've still got it in your drawer even now.
The ball fell into the hoop with ease as the infamous Nathan Scott launched it into the air. "So, who's the lucky girl?" Nathan asked.
Lucas shook himself out of his daydream. "Huh? I have no idea what you're talking about." Lucas retorted.
"Really? Then can you explain why you're spacing out, with some freaky grin on your face instead of focusing on the game?" Nathan questioned him, smugly. "And, I'm guessing that it's probably not Peyton, since you guys broke up, it's probably not Haley, because if it was, I would punch you in the face, so that leaves... Hm, Brooke?" Lucas instantly turned red at the sound of her name, faint butterflies starting to form in his stomach. "Oh dude, it totally is!" He continued, laughing at his bright, red brother.
"Yes, if you must know. I like Brooke." Lucas informed Nathan, rolling his eyes playfully.
"Bro', you cheated on her. I doubt she'll want anything to do with you." Nathan said, half joking, half serious.
"Actually, Nathan, we went out for coffee the other day and went to the carnival together yesterday." Lucas told him, pulling out his keychain of the photo of him and Brooke on the rollercoaster, smiling and holding hands, as some sort of proof.
Nathan nodded in defeat. "Holding hands already, get in there Luke!" He smiled at his older brother, before continuing on. "Look, you guys obviously make each other happy, but Brooke is one of my best friends, and I swear to God, if you ever hurt her again it will be the end of you. So, you better make sure it works out this time, or it's bad news for you." Nathan told him, as he nodded in agreement.
"It's different this time, Nate. I can feel it. I get butterflies whenever she's around, or even when someone says her name. I just know this time, man." Lucas said sincerely, images of Brooke clouding his mind.
"You better be right." Nathan told him, tossing the basketball at the hoop.
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"Okay, everybody take 5!" Brooke yelled to the cheer squad, before walking over to the stands, grabbing her towel and water bottle.
"Did you have a good time last night?" Peyton asked Brooke, biting her lip.
"Yeah it was fun! I had a really good time. You should have come!" Brooke informed her eagerly.
Peyton rolled her eyes. "I should've been there? Brooke, puh-lease, you and I both know that last night was a date. D-A-T-E. Date. He totally has the hots for you." Peyton suggested mischievously.
"He so does not! I mean, there was a little while that I thought he might have still liked me, but I've figured it out: he's just trying to make up for what he did before, with the whole y'know boyfriend/best friend cheating scenario." Brooke said matter-of-factly.
"Whatever. You're dumb. Bye." Peyton said profoundly, before turning away from Brooke and joining the other cheerleaders.
"Well if it isn't my favourite cheer captain!" Brooke turned around to find Lucas stood behind, grinning.
"I'm the only cheer captain you know.." Brooke told him, narrowing her eyes in confusion.
"Okay, if you don't accept my compliment, I'm taking it back. 3... 2... 1.."
"Fine, fine. I'm your favourite cheer captain! And you're my favourite basketball player called Lucas." She grinned at him, sticking her tongue out.
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Never Let Me Go
Teen FictionLucas thought he and Peyton were destined to be together. But what if he made a mistake picking the curly-haired blonde over the cheery brunette? [a rewritten version of events in one tree hill, based loosely around seasons 1-3]
