Brooke Davis.. A party girl, a slut, a whore. A selfish teenage girl with no regard for the rules or authorities. Stupid, inattentive, trouble maker. A cold hard, heartless bitch.
Those were the things that I had always thought about Brooke Penelope Davis. Those were the things that everyone had thought of Brooke Davis. That was what was on the surface. But under the perfect makeup, the flirty, sultry smile, the sexy, raspy voice, and those mysterious, dancing eyes, was an entirely different girl.
She was a fallen angel, living in hell. Her home was not a sanctuary, not a place of rest. Brooke Davis was never looking for pity. She was never looking for help, or for an escape from the demons that haunted her. Brooke Davis was strong.
People thought they knew Brooke Davis. But they didn't. Not even a little bit.
Brooke Davis. Gorgeous, peppy, cheery. Brave, bold, and beautiful. Fiercely loyal, strong, and courageous. Sweet, vulnerable, and alone. Sexy, funny, and tough.
Those are the things that I know about Brooke Davis. Those are the things that I know about Brooke Davis.
Lucas Scott sighed, running his hands through his hair as he stared at the glowing computer screen. This was a trip down memory lane that he wasn't so sure he could handle. But he had to. At nineteen years old, Lucas Scott had experienced the love of a lifetime. He had experienced it and then lost it.
Brooke Davis had meant everything to him. Now, he was sitting alone in his same old bedroom in Tree Hill, North Carolina. And Brooke? He had no idea where she was. And he knew that if only he could get this book out, if he could get it published, she might understand. She might finally see that he really was the guy for her, and that when he said forever, he meant forever.
He glanced to the right of his computer to find a framed picture, from three years before. Brooke's lush brown hair was curled beautifully, her hazel eyes shimmery as she gazed up at him. His arms were around her waist, and he was looking down at her with pure, unadulterated love. He closed his eyes once again, feeling a familiar pang in his heart. Reopening his blue eyes, he began to type once again.
The day that I met her changed my life. I had just moved from California. My mother had met a man from New Zealand. I'd had the choice; move with her to a foreign country or go live with my father in North Carolina, and my twin brother, Nathan. I only visited my distant family every now and then, but I chose them regardless.
When my father had picked me up from the airport and took me to the large mansion he lived in with his new wife and my brother, I found Nathan playing basketball. with a gorgeous brunette sitting on a bench by the hoop, giggling and cheering him on.
"Luke!" Nathan said happily. "Man, it's good to see you!"
We embraced, in a manly way of course, before Brooke sidled on up, with a slight hair flip.
"I'm Brooke Davis," she said, holding out her hand gracefully. I shook her hand, mezmerized.
"I-I'm
Lucas," I stuttered. She giggled.
"Nice to meet you, Lucas," she smiled. "You play basketball?"
Lucas's mind was going crazy...he just couldn't handle this. Thinking about it was too painful. She was gone, to God knows where, and he couldn't bare to think about her. He knew he'd made a mistake, knew that he had let her down. He had hurt her; he had promised he never would and he's snapped that promise, and her trust in him, in two.
Brooke Davis meant everything to him. Since the moment they met, she had been his everything. It was time for him to prove that to her.
"Yeah, I do," I replied.
"So," she said with a devious smile, "show me what you got!"
"B, he just got here!" Nathan laughed. "C'mon Luke, I'll show you your room. Dad's at work but he'll be home for dinner tonight."
"Sounds good," I said. I was glad. I wasn't sure that I would be able to even hold a basketball in front of her, let alone play.
"Fine then," Brooke pouted. "I'll let you two have your brotherly catch up sesh."
"Nah, B, stay!" Nathan smiled, pulling her into him. Were they dating? I hoped not.
"Okay," she chirped, perking up. "I'll leave when Daddy Scott gets home, though."
"You sure you don't want to stay over again?" Nathan asked. He looked concerned, and I was instantly curious.
She glanced at me furtively before speaking again. "Yeah. I'll be okay. I can handle it."
Lucas pursed his lips and glanced around his room. This room held a lot of memories of his Cheery. Around his mirror, there were pictures stuck between the frame. His favorite was one that Haley had taken after a basketball game. Brooke had her arms around his neck and was giving him a sweet kiss, up on her tip toes.
He smiled sadly at the picture as his phone rang. He glanced down, flipped it open, and answered.
"Hey Nate, what's up?"
"We think we found Brooke."
Lucas was silent for a moment. "What?"
"We think she's in L.A."
"How?"
"She sent Hales a letter."
"What'd it say? How is she?"
"Want me to read it to you?" Nathan said.
"Yeah."
"Tutor Girl,
I hope that you and Hotshot are doing well. And I fully expect to be getting some sort of Naley wedding invitation soon enough. Well, I guess I might not...I'm not giving you a return address.
I'm doing okay. I'm not the best, but I'm okay. Tell Nate I miss him. And Daddy Scott of course. I miss you all. But I had to go. It's what I needed to do.
I love you guys. I miss my town, my friends, my life. But I'm making a new one. If I could only find a place that feels better, that closes that hole in my life.
Love,
Tigger/B./Brookie Monster"
"That doesn't sound like Brooke to me," Lucas said. "She's not as peppy."
"You did that to her, Luke," Nathan said coolly. Lucas knew that Nathan was still angry with him. Haley would barely speak to him. Even his father was pissed beyond belief. Lucas knew what he did was wrong. He knew that he had been dumb, and stupid, and that he made the biggest mistake of his life.
"I probably deserved that," Lucas said. "So, when are we doing to L.A.?"
"Haley's getting plane tickets for us right now," Nathan said. "And by us, I mean Haley and I."
"Nate, I'm going with you," Lucas growled.
"No, Luke, you're not," Nathan said back. "Brooke is not going to want to see you. Just let us bring her home."
"Fine," Lucas said after a moment. "But you better keep my updated."
"We will," Nathan said. "Later, bro."
The line clicked off, and Luke returned to his computer screen, a new kind of vigor in him.
I spent the next four hours with Brooke and Nathan. I had learned, in that time, that they were best friends, and definitely not dating. When I asked if they were, Brooke's nose crinkled, Nathan pretended to gag, and she beat him with a pillow. Then she teased him about a girl named Haley.
"You know you wanna make her Haley James Scott!" Brooke giggled ruthlessly, pinching his cheeks. He pushed her hands away, and I couldn't tell if he was blushing or if his cheeks were red because Brooke had attacked him so viciously.
"Who's this Haley?" I asked.
"She's
my best friend. And Nathan here, is in love with her."
"I am not!" Nathan shouted. "And plus, Peyton is your best friend."
Brooke shrugged. "Yeah. I can have more than one. There's you, there's Tutor Girl, there's Goldilocks, and now there's Broody."
"Broody?" Nathan chuckled.
"Lucas. Duh," Brooke said, hitting him over the head. I couldn't help but smile. I met her four hours ago, and she was already calling me her best friend. And gave me a nickname. But...
"Broody?" I asked.
"Yeah. You've been brooding almost all day. You're always...thinking."
"Brooke doesn't do that often, see," Nathan teased. She looked scandalized before turning to me.
"And don't listen to what Mr. Meanie McMeanface says about me. He's a lying liar who...lies!" Brooke said.
"And you're very eloquent with insults," I teased her. Her jaw dropped again and she leapt onto me, smacking my chest while I laughed.
"Jeeze, one Scott was enough!" Brooke said, still laying on me. "Now I have two!"
"Brooke, you can get off of him now," Nathan said.
"Nah, I'm comfy," she said, snuggling her head into my shoulder. I looked down at the top of her head and grinned. Nathan looked at me with raised eyebrows and I rolled my eyes at him, trying to act nonchalant.
I had another half an hour of being graced with her presence before she kissed us both on the cheek, grabbed her purse, and bounced off into her little blue convertible Bug, waving at us as she drove away.
"All right, bro," Nathan said as soon as she was out of sight. "You're so into her."
"No, I'm not," I protested weakly.
"Sure," Nathan said. "Look, I'm glad."
"You...are?"
"Yeah.
Cause if you like her, you can get her to settle the hell down. And
you're the only guy I trust around my Brookie Monster."
"Nate, I don't like her."
"Whatever you say, man."
Chapter one over! Okay, so how they meet is a lot like my story Just So You Know, but this story is very different. This will have two stories melded into one: Brooke and Lucas's past, and their present. The next few chapters will all be the past. And sorry for all the italics
