Disclaimer- I own nothing

Disclaimer- I own nothing

A/N- Hey y'all, this is Lilly (Previously- StrawberryHearts4). I have begun writing again, but after the accident I just wasn't able to continue the other stories. So my account has been changed, and I have started all over again. I am sorry if that disappoints some of you, but I just couldn't pick back up with those stories, and the more I looked at them on my account, the less I wanted to write. If you would like to find out the endings or have any questions about the stories, message me, I would be glad to tell you.

I also want to thank everyone for sticking with me through the accident. It was tough, and I still have a few casts, but I am at the point where I can write, on my own, once again. If you have any questions about the accident, or anything, don't be afraid to ask. You all were a great support when my dad had posted that note, and I will always be grateful.

This is my new story, one that is getting me back in the swing of writing. I didn't know how much I really missed it, until I started writing. I am going to Florida with my best friend so the next update will be next week, Sunday, at the earliest. After that, I will try to update frequently. Thanks again.

-Lilly

Storyline- Lucas and Nathan Scott (twins…parents Deb and Dan) are new to Tree Hill. Senior year will bring couples together, tear some apart, and make some people regret decisions they made, or never made. Brooke has a secret, Peyton wants only to be freed from the town, and Rachel finds love with an unlikely guy. Haley is as smart as ever, but personalities alter as the popularity shifts, and bad choices are formed as a result. Basically it is Tree Hill during senior year. (AU).

Couples-Brucas&Brathan. (I am open to other couple suggestions)

Anne Frank wrote in her diary a plethora of wise words that voiced the truth that, for a time, was lost within the darkness of humanity. She saw the world with an innocent eye, and with that eye, wrote these words, "The best remedy for those who are afraid, lonely or unhappy is to go outside, somewhere where they can be quiet, alone with the heavens, nature and God. Because only then does one feel that all is as it should be and that God wishes to see people happy, amidst the simple beauty of nature."

Lucas Scott was a guy, that much could be ascertained from his looks, and the way his back slouched, resting along the old wooden bench. However, there was more to a human being than just their looks, more to them than their outside appeared. He found solace neither in music nor television, but in the beauty of nature. He was not necessarily a loner; he just simply enjoyed being alone. Today school began, and if he had it his way, he would be greeted by all of the familiar faces that roamed his previous high school. Instead, curious faces would greet him, glancing at him, and then checking his brother out. Because that, is how it always was. So today, he sat amidst the beauty of nature he found, at a basketball court, in the middle of a town he knew not of.

It was a quarter to 7, and it was too early to be awake. At least, it was too early for a blonde whose curly hair stuck to the side of her mouth, to be awake. Today was the beginning of hell. If she had it her way, she would be welcomed into a new school, one where she was not forced to cheer her way into popularity, or wear skimpy clothing, simply because that is what she was expected to wear. Peyton Sawyer like to be alone, she liked to be absorbed in a drawing that penetrated deep within her. She liked to explore who she was and not who she was supposed to be; defined by a fine line drawn by a sucky artist. She was defined as a cheerleader, and until fate swooped her away from Tree Hill, or until she graduated, she was doomed to act as one. So today, she lie in bed hoping fate would step in and free her from 'hell.'

The water cascaded from the showerhead onto his bare, muscular back, forcing him to close his eyes and relish the feeling of warmth. Nathan Scott hated the aspect of waking up early to learn. However, he loved the aspect of waking up only to be greeted by fresh faces, fresh girl faces…ok fresh, hot, girl faces. He loved girls, it was something that neither he, nor his twin brother could deny, not that he would want to deny it. However, Nathan was not just a creature filled with sexual tension. He loved basketball with a passion and although his father pressured him to be the best, the feeling of the ball swiftly passing through the net was something he would never trade. If dealing with Dan everyday would bring him that feeling forever, then he would endure his father for eternity. He was driven by passion and his heart was always there, whether he would allow someone to hold onto it, was a different story.

The music echoed through her room, the dance beat filling the emptiness, not that there was much of that. Brooke and Rachel laughed along side each other as they danced, getting ready for school in the process. They were best friends, inseparable. However, the public saw them as popular and lucky. Nobody saw Brooke as self-conscious or Rachel as lonely. Nobody saw that Brooke walked with her head held high, only because if she put it down, she feared she would get lost in the crowd. Nobody saw that, because nobody bothered to get to know her, not that she would let him or her, anyways. Brooke Davis had it all, as they saw it, and she was perfectly fine with that.

One Tree Hill

"Brooke, what the hell is wrong with us?" Rachel asked as she sat next to her friend at lunch.

"Let's see, we're hot, popular, young, and cheerleaders. Tell me, what the hell is wrong with us," Brooke laughed, divulging back into the conversation that the rest of the table was absorbed in.

"We, Miss Davis, don't have any classes so far with the Hot Scotts," Rachel groaned.

"Rach, have you even seen them yet?" Brooke questioned.

"Well no, but…" Rachel began but was cut off by Brooke.

"Exactly, for all we know they could be freshman," Brooke laughed, remembering last year when Rachel went on rants about new boys only to find out they were younger than herself. They were seniors this year, and neither Rachel nor Brooke would settle for anyone less than their own year.

"Yeah, your probably right," Rachel said and joined in on the conversation that the rest of the table was currently in.

"Hey Rachel," Brooke said, turning to her best friend after a few minutes of gossiping about new haircuts that turned out badly or summer 'not so real' tans.

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Rachel asked, desperate to get out of the stuffy cafeteria.

"Ditch?" Brooke smiled.

"Thank God, Davis, I thought you would never ask," Rachel laughed and Brooke and herself left the table.

One Tree Hill

"You coming to practice?" Lucas asked his brother, Nathan, who leaned along a nearby wall, conversing with a few girls that had managed to grab his attention.

"Yeah, meet up with you girls later," Nathan winked, causing Lucas to roll his eyes.

"Seen anyone yet?" Lucas asked, referring to the girls.

"Yes. Have I seen anyone worth my time? No," Nathan chuckled pushing the doors to the locker room open to get changed for basketball. It was too early in the year for the season to be starting, but Whitey, the coach, was offering open gym time in which a bunch of the guys on the team would scrimmage for fun. However, tryouts had become insipid since the team was chosen basically before the season began, so coming to these gym times was imperative if one wanted a spot on the team.

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"I'm sorry girls, but can you practice elsewhere?" Whitey asked, his voice loud and rough.

"No, we are in season and we have to cheer for our football team. Basketball doesn't even start until the winter," Brooke responded, setting up the music that Peyton, a fellow cheerleader, had burned for her.

"Fine Ms. Davis, but please no shaking or wiggling. I would like the boys to be paying attention to the game and not to you," Whitey smiled and Brooke chuckled.

"I will try not to." Brooke smiled, her eyes moving past Whitey as she watched the boys walk through the door, entering the gym.

"Peyton," Brooke called over, the blonde running over to her friend's side.

"Yeah, Brooke?"

"Who…is that?" Brooke asked making eye contact with the brunette boy who entered the room

"That, is Nathan Scott," Peyton smiled, and Brooke turned to her.

"This year won't be half bad."

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"Hey Luke, you know how I said nobody was worth my time," Nathan said, his brother grabbing a ball from the ball rack.

"Yeah."

"Scratch that," Nathan replied, his eyes not leaving Brooke.

"Who has caught your eye?" Lucas asked, his eyes following where his brother's lie.

Her brunette hair sparkled, her long legs smooth, and her body, like a perfect mannequin, dressed for perfection. It was like entering your own thoughts and seeing your dream girl only steps away from you. It was no wonder Nathan, himself, had stopped dead in his tracks. The girl before them was confident and secure, bubbly and bright, simply perfect. Lucas was intrigued. She was like a character in a book, pulling him closer and closer into the plot. She was the mysterious one, the one that appeared on every page, the one he knew nothing about and no words were ever enough.

"See Luke, this school won't be bad after all," Nathan smiled, turning his head slowly, pealing his eyes from the girl.

If Luke had learned one thing from practice, it was that he stood no chance with Brooke Davis. Once again Nathan was the one being worshiped, not only by the girls who cheered every time he scored, which was frequently, but also by the guys on the team. Nathan Scott was the guy to be, apparently. Not that Lucas had expected any different, for that is how it always was, and always would be.

Brooke Davis knew how to break a guys heart and then sweetly hand him back all the pieces, except one. She was the girl, no guy could ever get over, and once you were with her, even for a night, she had piece of you. Brooke Davis was the most popular girl in the school, whether you loved her or hated her, it didn't really matter, because in Tree Hill, you either wanted to be her, or be with her, there was no way about it. Brooke was a partier, she had been since she was in 7th grade, going to high school parties and drinking until the alcohol in her system forced her against the porcelain toilet. She didn't do relationships. She was the female version of Nathan Scott, and the complete opposite of his twin.

"Nathan, right?" Brooke asked as she approached a black sports car, the brunette boy sitting in the driver's seat, the car turned on, the music blaring.

"Yeah, and your Brooke," Nathan commented, smiling at her, his hands resting on the steering wheel.

"My car, isn't working, I was wondering, mind give me a ride home?" She asked, innocently.

"Yeah, hope in. Luke, back," Nathan said to his brother, his brother that Brooke had yet to notice.

"You know, I can fix your car," Lucas offered, stepping out of the car, the door remaining open.

"Oh um," Brooke smiled shifting her weight along her other leg, smiling weakly.

"No, Luke, it's fine," Nathan smiled, his eyes not leaving Brooke's.

"This way she can drive home, and not worry about picking it up tomorrow," Lucas offered. There was something about the way the girl before him stood, or maybe it was the way she smiled…but he knew there was something about her, what it was, was up for debate. Obviously Nathan had a thing for her, and likewise, but that didn't mean that Lucas couldn't look at her, right? Think about her? Picture her….

"Luke," Nathan said, snapping him out of his thoughts.

"Yeah," Lucas responded snapping his head back.

"Go fix her car," Nathan replied as if it was the most obvious thing.

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"So, Brooke," Lucas began, as he opened the hood of her car.

"Can you just," Brooke smiled sarcastically, pointing to the car.

"Oh yeah," Lucas replied, mentally kicking himself for talking to her. He didn't know why he felt like an idiot, he had talked to plenty of girls, but none of them like her, and he didn't even know her. He stopped talking, searching for the problem as to why her car suddenly wasn't working.

"So what's wrong?" Brooke asked nonchalantly, texting on her phone to someone else, Lucas, assumed it was another guy by the words he had a glimpse at being sent.

"Actually Brooke, nothing seems to be wrong," Lucas informed her, scratching his head.

"Yeah, you see, there is nothing wrong with the car. So, I'm just gonna need you to do me a favor and tell your brother you can't fix it until the morning. Okay," Brooke told him as she walked towards Nathan who was waiting in his car, his fingers strumming along the dashboard to the music.

"Brooke," Lucas called back.

"What."

"Why do you want to ride home with my brother so bad?" Lucas asked, knowing the answer had something to do with Nathan's looks or basketball skill.

"Who said I wanted to ride home with him?" Brooke winked, causing Lucas to stop in his tracks.

He watched her walk away, her long legs carrying her towards Nathan, and further from him. He knew better than to believe the words she said, for she was a player, just like his brother. He knew the games they played and he had seen from others that it was easier to ignore then play along and fall. For the masters at the game always got their victims to fall for them. One look at Brooke and he knew, she had mastered the mystery of guys long ago.

He didn't understand why he was so attracted to her. Minus what he had been told, he knew nothing of the girl that was sitting in front of him, laughing with his brother, talking with his brother…flirting with his brother. Obviously Brooke had wanted to ride with Nathan and not him. Obviously. But, why he was jealous was beyond him. Why he had such a thirst to get to know her was beyond him. Why all he wanted to do was spend time with her…was beyond him.

One Tree Hill

Lucas returned home and ate dinner, but before he went to sleep he ended up in the exact same spot he had started that morning. The River Court allowed him a place where he could be by himself, alone with his thoughts. It was the one place in the new town he enjoyed.

Nathan could not wipe the smile off of his face all night. Of course Brooke was the type of girl he normally fell for, but after talking to her, he felt something he had never felt before. He had the urge to make her laugh, touch her, and see her smile. Maybe this place wouldn't be bad after all.

Peyton rolled over in her bed, a dark painting looming over her headboard. She sighed, this, was her life. She wanted to escape the body she was trapped in, she wanted to find at least one person that listened to the same music as her, read the same books… have the same interests. She loved Brooke and her friends to death, but it was hard to find oneself when the only examples being set are the wrong ones. Peyton wished once again fate would settle in and take her away from Tree Hill.

Brooke flopped onto her bed happily. It had been a great day, but then again, when was school bad. Honestly, those were the hours she looked forward to the most; away from home. She thought about Nathan before she got ready for bed, but she wondered why she fell asleep with a certain blonde boy looming over her thoughts.

A/N- This is only the beginning, so it will get better, and unclear writing, will be cleared up. Thanks for reading, please review.

-Lilly