Multi-fandom: All This Time (One mti Hill)

Lucas thanked God for his silver convertible, kubadilishwa as he sped down the highway, dodging any oversized cars that got in his way.

He was pushing eighty, and if he had to, he’d get to a hundred. He just needed Brooke to know that he loved her- that he would never hurt her. He had to get to her, before it was too late. Before he’d lose her completely.

Then again, he could have already Lost her.

Shaking his head, he coiled his hands tightly around the wheel. No. No, he hadn’t Lost her. He couldn’t have. He just needed to take drastic measures. And then everything would go back to normal.

Normal. Lucas...

The meza, jedwali had been silent. Ever since the arrival of Haley and Nathan, things had simply gotten worse. To call it awkward would be an understatement. Brooke had managed to keep her eyes down on to her plate for the entire lunch, so far. Not that it really mattered. No one was really paying attention to anything except their food.

Deb had simply received complements on her cooking, and then the meza, jedwali had fallen silent. Everyone had been holding their breath, wondering who the first degrading maoni would be made towards.

“Nate, could wewe pass the mashed potatoes?” Lucas asked his brother...