Believe it or not, the idea of this story came to me in a dream. It was insane and a mess, but then again, your subconscious is never very clear. I can't imagine what my subconscious must be trying to tell me if I dream as a character of One Tree Hill. I'm thinking just that I stay up too late watch One Tree Hill episodes.

I have the next two chapters already written, and they will be quite a lot longer. This is more just an introduction. I want to see what kind of reaction I can get from this before I right much more. Basically, I am in high school, and I want to be a writer one day. I want to get feedback on my writing and style and general quality on things that don't belong to me at all. I have a few beginnings of novels written, but I don't want to publish them online because they no longer belong to me then. So I would really appreciate it if you would take even just a few seconds to leave a couple words of a review. Tell me anything you want. If this sucks, if you love it, if you think you know where it's going, if you have an idea of where it should go, let me know.

This story is somewhat an alternate universe. It is primarily a Peyton and Lucas story, but it follows the regular timelines. Nathan and Haley are together, as are Brooke and Julian, Clay and Quinn, and the Chase, Alex, and Mia love triangle is still true. This takes place in what would be season eight. Everybody's stories are the same except for Lucas and Peyton. They left Tree Hill at the end of season six, but returned a year later with their now one year old daughter. This takes place a year later, when both Lucas and Peyton have gotten much too used to being the suburban couple, and their marriage begins to fall apart because of it.

(My author's notes will not normally be this long. Don't worry.)

Disclaimer: I do not own One Tree Hill.

Tree Hill is just one place in the world. To some it was home, to some it was just a place to pass through. Maybe it is a lot like every other small town in the world, maybe it is very different. The only truth in Tree Hill is that everyone there is exactly where they need to be. There is always a reason to be in Tree Hill.

The first thing she noticed was the air. As she stepped off the plane, her black high heels clicking with every step, she took in the fresh, crisp air. It was the kind you can only breathe on a summer morning, and only in a small, suburban town. New York was fast paced, busy, and everything she had ever wanted, but she always had a special place in her heart for this quaint, North Carolinian town. It wasn't home, but it had always been the next best thing.

She reached the baggage claim, following the small crowds of happiness. Families were coming home to be reunited; children were going off on adventures. She grabbed her Louis Vitton suitcase from the conveyer belt, and headed out to the parking lot.

This was by no means unfamiliar to her; she just had not been here in quite a few years. As she walked through the decently recognizable corridors she looked for changes in her surroundings, and all of the things that were still the same, the things that proved to her that the world had not completely flipped over in the past few years.

The moment she stepped out of the airport doors, she instantly felt calmer. Some things really hadn't changed, though. The parking lot, the trees, the fresh air scent, it was all still the exact same. She was also immediately reminded of the Carolinian wind. She haphazardly pulled her long brunette curls into a messy ponytail as she waited for her ride to show up.

Even though New York was, and always had been, home to her, a piece of her heart always wanted to be here. It was the first place she would call to when her heart broke, the place she ran to when she was afraid. It was where she had met her first love, had her first kiss, her first time, and her first heart break. As much as she loved the city, this was the only place she truly felt safe, loved, and, most importantly, happy.

It was kind of funny how it took being here, taking in the smell, the sounds, and the familiar sights, to really realize just how much she had missed this. She missed her cousins, and all of the people who had helped her grow up. She even missed the lumpy, uncomfortable couch at her cousin's house. And there were so many things that she had missed while she was away. She didn't get to be around for the birth of her baby cousin, she wasn't around when her cousin's marriage began to fall apart. She wasn't around to visit her aunt in the cemetery.

That's why she was returning. She had plenty of lost time to make up for. She wanted to be somebody that her baby cousin looked up to, someone for her other cousin to lean on. She wanted to help mend the relationships of the people that she loved. New York was nice and all, but the size was beginning to get to her. She wanted to make up for all of the things she had missed in the small town while she was out in the city, making a name for herself.

She also had to get away. She wouldn't admit it to anyone, but she was running from her disappointment. Heartbreak had sent her packing from New York, at least for a little while. And then there were her parents. To them she was just a pawn in their divorce settlement, although she had been legally an adult for quite some time.

So, she did what she always did when she was at a loss. She hopped on the first plane to North Carolina. She didn't know who she would be without Tree Hill.

My next chapter will be up in the next day or two, depending on the feedback I receive and how much I want to change. I would love replies. If you liked it and want to read more, the more replies I get, the sooner I will probably have the next chapter up. I don't by any means write to get reviews. It will simply help me know what I am doing right or wrong.

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