Brooke was a beautiful, confident girl. She knew her worth and she knew what she deserved, but somehow, no one ever got her that. No one matched that for her. Maybe she was looking for love in all the wrong places? It was definitely probable. She was devastated. She wanted it to work SO bad. She was putting in so much effort and it never seemed like Lucas was. She was trying to be understanding, considering he recently lost his Uncle. But he wasn't trying, and she knew it was because he truly loved Peyton whether he knew it or not, but also truthfully she stopped missing him, but she couldn't help but be sad even if she stopped missing him.

Brooke knocked on your bedroom door, you were confused as you weren't expecting any visitors. You went to your bedroom door and opened it. You were met with a puffy, red-eyed Brooke. "Hey... sorry I know it's late.." Her gruff, yet broken voice rang out. She sniffled. "I-I told myself I wouldn't cry, but I can't help it... I'm sad..." Her voice was sincere, it was very obvious in her voice. "I-I broke up with Lucas.." Brooke sniffled once more. "I-It's over... Peyton's in love with him... and Lucas won't admit it to himself, but I know he's in love with her too. A-and I can't do it anymore... I can't be his second choice anymore." Brooke sniffled, "a-and I really need you right now.."