Well, today's my birthday and I'm in a good mood so I feel like posting this story already!

Okay, I know that I'm already juggling like, 4 or 5 other stories (and I haven't forgotten about any of them, I'm just slowly taking my time with writing them and I'm super dooper sorry for the long wait), but after watching Austin Nichols as an English teacher on Friday Night Lights, having a slightly inappropriate relationship with one of his students, it totally gave me an idea to write a fic about Julian being a teacher and Brooke being one of his students that he has a relationship with.

I don't think this will be a very long story, mainly because I don't really have a beginning, middle, and end planned for this type of fic, just a few ideas, so this will probably be only a few chapters long, but you never know, that could change depending on if I get more ideas while I write this story out.

This is slightly AU, this is Brooke's senior year and nothing that happened on the show actually happened in this story, so you don't really have to worry about timelines and all that jazz. Brooke is the same Brooke we all know and love but she's not a cheerleader and she's very studious and a bit more shy than her TV version.

I don't know how many of you feel about teacher/student romance storylines and such, I personally loved the Noah/Julie storyline in FNL but HATED the Brooke/Nick storyline in OTH, so I guess it just depends on people's preferences I guess. But I do think that if Mr. Nichols had played the part of Nick in S4, I would have LOVED that storyline, so for me, I guess it's all about chemistry!

This story all takes place throughout one day in the life of both Brooke and Julian. They spend the day reminiscing on how their relationship started and everything that has happened to get to the point that they're at right now. If you're confused by anything, don't hesitate to ask me!

If you're wondering, Brooke is nineteen years old and Julian is twenty-two. So there's only a three year age difference, for those of you who would be grossed out if Julian was super older. It will all be explained later in the story.

Enjoy & remember, I LOVE reviews, so let me know what you think so far! ;)

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Brooke laid in his bed, her face to the soft pillow beneath her. She inhaled the vanilla and sandalwood scent of it as she began to wake up from another blissful sleep, her eyelashes gently fluttering open.

He watched her as her eyes slowly began to open. He'd been watching her peaceful form ever since he'd woken up a mere ten minutes ago. There was something that warmed his heart in just the sheer simplicity of watching her sleep.

Her hazel eyes beamed up at him once they were open and a dimply smile spread across her face. "Morning," she breathed out quietly, watching him look down at her with a smile of his own contently placed on his face.

"Morning," he repeated in his deep morning voice, his arm propped up holding his head. Mostly everything Julian did gave Brooke shivers, but when he spoke to her after having just woken up, well, that gave her a lot of shivers. His voice was always deep and silky, his diction so clear and manly, but in the mornings, his voice was even deeper, all groggy and masculine that it literally made Brooke's naked body break out into goosebumps and feel an instant wave of pleasure within her.

Julian narrowed his eyebrows, noticing her shivering body. He then placed his large hand on her shoulder and started rubbing back and forth from the top of her shoulder down to above her elbow. "Are you cold?" he asked with obvious concern. Julian hated seeing Brooke uncomfortable, even from the simplest things like being too hot or too cold. Brooke deserved the best, seeing her cold was just not acceptable.

Brooke silently giggled at his concern over her shivers. He was so cute when he worried about her. No, she wasn't cold, but if him believing that she was would make him continue to rub her arm the way that he was, then damn it, she'd pretend to be cold.

She bit down on her lower lip and slowly nodded up at him. "Mhmmm, maybe you should uh, find a way to warm me up," she said, almost seductively.

Julian licked his lower lip at her suggestion and grinned. "Yes, ma'am," he replied as he lowered his head back down to his pillow to meet Brooke's eye level, and placed both of his arms around her naked form, pressing his chest right up against hers so that they were as close as they could possibly be.

Brooke's heart ached as soon as his body was pressed against hers and she could smell his amazing scent that only he smelled of. He smelled too amazing for his own good. Hell, he smelled too amazing for her own good. She buried her face into Julian's chest and breathed him in as Julian placed his face against her head and inhaled the scent of her shampoo.

Times like these were great. Simple. Easy. Comfortable.

Those moments where they were so drunk off of each other and so caught up in just each other that they completely forgot about everything and everyone and the unforgiving world with its cruel and judgmental people. When they were together, none of that seemed to matter. Not now anyways, there may have been a time where it did, but that time seemed so long ago.

Brooke took in Julian's warmth and pressed her soft cheek against him and closed her eyes, remembering an earlier time in her life where even daydreaming about being this way with Julian Baker was literally an impossibility.

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She had heard the hype about Mr. Baker nearly everyday from her best friends. That not only was he the coolest teacher on campus, but the hottest one at that. He was only twenty-two years old and had already graduated from college. This was his first year teaching at Tree Hill High and he had already won over his students with his intelligence, charm, and way to communicate with teens, and it was only the second week of school!

Brooke, had the misfortune of getting stuck with the other English teacher, Ms. Roberts, who was a smelly old woman who looked to be about in her 80's with that curly grey-ish blue hair and her long floral button-up dresses and thick rimmed glasses that she wore. Meanwhile, Brooke's best friends, Peyton and Haley, both had the pleasure of ending up in Mr. Baker's class. Brooke wasn't all that interested in how the man looked, she was just jealous of them being in his class because of his teaching ability. Apparently, he was extremely brilliant, which was exactly the kind of teacher that Brooke wanted.

She hadn't seen Mr. Baker before. His classroom was in a totally different hall that she had no reason going down, considering her classes were all in other parts of the building that were no where near that hallway, so she'd never had the pleasure of actually seeing the handsome devil, which did make her a bit curious, considering her friends made him out to be like, the best thing since wonder bread. Brooke decided that they must be over-exaggerating, no one could be that good-looking, especially not a teacher, even if he was only twenty-two, but still, she was still extremely curious as to what the man looked like.

But today, her curiosity was over! With a little persuasiveness and ass-kissing to the guidance councilor, she was able to have her schedule changed, and what did she end up with? None other than fifth period English with none other than Mr. Baker himself. All she had to do was get Mr. Baker to sign off on a form that he was okay with adding another student to his fifth period and she was all good to go. Brooke was excited not only to be in his class, but also equally excited that Haley and Peyton both had fifth period English as well, so she'd be able to have her gal pals in there with her. So far it seemed that Brooke would soon be having the best school year ever. She had no idea how right she would be.

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As Julian got lost in the familiar intoxicating smell of Brooke's shampoo, he closed his eyes and his thoughts drifted back to the first time he'd ever smelt it. It was the same day, he'd ever seen her.

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Brooke arrived early to school that day so she could meet Mr. Baker personally for the first time and so that she could also get him to sign off on her schedule switch. She found herself going down the hallway that his classroom was located, looking around at all the unfamiliar doors that she'd never been into and taking all the foreign territory in. She came to an abrupt pause when she ended up at room number C-22.

Mr. Baker's classroom.

She took a breath as she stood outside of the room and got a nervous feeling in her stomach. It was the kind of nervous feeling you got on your first day of school, but why was she so nervous? Maybe because she had no idea what to expect. Maybe because her friends made Mr. Baker out to be the best thing since wonder bread. Whatever it was, it made her feel slightly nauseas.

Brooke sucked up her thoughts and softly knocked on the cold wooden door.

"Come in," she heard a deep voice say loudly from inside the room.

Brooke slowly twisted the knob and entered the room. The cold feeling of the air conditioner blowing on her as soon as she stepped foot in the room made her shiver. She then spotted who she assumed to be her new English teacher across the room, over at his desk.

"Um, Mr. Baker?" she questioned softly, looking at the man that was hunched over the desk, deep into writing.

When the man lifted his head, Brooke got even more shivers. More shivers because she was able to see his face…and boy…what a face it was. Scruff, deep brown eyes, perfect jaw line, feline eyes, SCRUFF! And that hair! Dark brown, matching his eyes. If Brooke Davis had a penis, she was sure that she'd be sporting a boner right about now. Yep, definitely.

Julian looked up from his previous task of writing down his lesson plans as he heard a voice call his name, and when he did, he simply couldn't look back down even if he had wanted to.

She stood tall with a notebook clung to her chest and her eyes wandering around the room, a beauty mark apparent on her flawless looking face, smack dab on her cheek. She wore a jean shirt and a dark green blouse that showed an ample amount of cleavage and her medium length brunette hair pooled around her porcelain face in soft curls. Whoever this girl was, she was beautiful.

Julian's eyes stayed fixated on her for more than a few seconds. He figured she must be the new teacher's aid that all the teacher were supposed to be acquiring today. He had insisted that he didn't need one, and he didn't except to be getting one, but the school had insisted that he'd be better off with one. And damn, was he lucky. It looked to him as if they'd chosen an absolute beauty to be his aid. He almost didn't want to look away from her, she was just so gorgeous. She had to be his age, right? He was twenty-two, she had to be twenty-two too, right? Maybe even twenty-three. She looked as though she could pass for twenty-three. And single. She had to be single, right?

Julian quickly rose from the seat behind his desk and slowly but swiftly made his way over towards her. "Oh, please, call me Julian," he replied confidently, flashing his killer grin, one he knew for a fact made the ladies weak in the knees, extending his hand towards her.

What was this man thinking grinning like that?! Brooke was surprised her knees didn't buckle from right under her. That grin! Look at it! A thing like that should be…simply illegal! Maybe Haley and Peyton hadn't been over-exaggerating his looks after all. Brooke placed her hand in his. Dear lord, his hands! His hand was so big and warm around her small, delicate hand. It was giving her goosebumps that trailed from her hand all the way to her undergarments.

"Uh, okay…Julian? Uhm, are…are you sure the school's okay with students calling you Julian?" Brooke asked curiously. Since when were students allowed to be on a first name basis with their teachers? She obviously must have missed that memo.

The rasp in her voice was somehow excruciatingly enduring to Julian, he could listen to a voice like that all day long. Or possibly all night long…heh.

"Well, you're not a student so I don't think it really applies to you," Julian stated, matter-of-factly, with a hint of confusion as to why his aid was under the impression that the school would have a problem with her calling him by his first name, his grin still attached firmly onto his face. They pulled their hands away from each other after a few seconds and Julian was internally disappointed that he couldn't hold onto the girl's soft and smooth hand longer.

Not a student? What did he mean by that? Brooke wondered to herself.

"Uh, but I am…a student," Brooke stated through narrowed and confused eyebrows and a nervous smile.

"A student, wha…? You can't be a student, you're like, twenty three," Julian said with an amused smile. Then it applied to Julian that she must be joking. Hah, sarcasm. He liked that in a woman. A lot.

Twenty-three?! Did she really look twenty-three to him?! "Twe-twenty three?" Brooke laughed in utter amusement. "Uhm, try nineteen," she replied.

"Nineteen? What...you can't be only nineteen if you're my tea-…" Julian's statement trailed off.

All of a sudden, Julian found himself with a realization slapping him in the face. Hard in the face. Really hard in the face. His heart sped up and his face flushed. Was it hot in here or was it just him?

"Aren't you…? You're uh…," Julian paused. "You're not my, teacher's aid are you?" he asked, already realizing that she obviously wasn't.

Brooke shook her head 'no' and was fixated with a slightly confused expression on her face.

What?! Did he really think she was his teachers aid?

"Uh, I'm ah, Brooke Davis. They gave me a schedule change and now I guess you're my new English teacher?" Brooke said, slightly quickly and slightly nervous, trying to clear up his apparent confusion.

Julian's eyes widened. "Oh, right! Uh, Miss…Ms. Davis! Uh, Brooke Davis. Yes, they uh, they told me I'll be having you. Er, getting you. That you'd be coming. Erh, that I'll be gaining you as a student!" Julian corrected. Whoa boy, Julian felt like a stupid nervous high school boy.

"Uh," he nervously chuckled, "I'm Julian," he said, internally slapping himself, remembering that he had already given an introduction. "Er, Mr. Baker, or Mr. B, whatever you prefer really, ah, the school kinda does have a thing about my students calling me by my first name," he continued, with his mega watt smile, using his hands for emphasis as he talked.

Brooke got butterflies. The way that his smile was making her feel was simply not school appropriate. She did her best to hide the inappropriate things that she was thinking with a tight lipped smile. "Well, it's nice to meet you, Mr. Baker."

Julian squeezed his lips together and nodded at the brunette.

She's only nineteen, only three years younger than me, that shouldn't make me feel like a pedophile for being attracted to her, right? Three year age differences happen all the time! Wait, what am thinking? Nothing's happening, Julian argued to himself.

Brooke held the handsome teacher's gaze for a good few seconds before blushing and looking away, remembering the reason she had came into his classroom for in the first place.

"I uh, I kinda need you to sign this first, before I can officially be in your fifth period," Brooke stated as she pulled out a white form from her notebook that was still gripped tightly against her chest.

"Oh yeah, sure, no problem," Julian quickly responded, taking the paper from Brooke. As he had leaned in to take the paper from her hands, he couldn't help but get a whiff of her shampoo that seemed to radiate from her hair. Julian was nearly momentarily intoxicated, but hoped it hadn't shown He then proceeded to walk back over to his desk to sign the paper. Brooke hovered behind him.

While his back was faced toward her, Julian released and embarrassed expression on his face, internally slapping himself for acting so foolishly, especially with a student! What must the poor girl think of him?!

As Julian, er, Mr. B, er, Mr. Baker, took his sweet time writing his signature on the paper, Brooke couldn't help but admire his backside and the way it looked in the black pants he was wearing. Brooke's face flushed just thinking about what it would look like without the pants covering it. She also couldn't help but noticed the amazing arch he had in his back as he was leant over.

"Damn," Brooke couldn't help but silent mutter out loud as she admired him.

She quickly looked up when she saw his body shifting and turning to face her. No way would she let her freaking teacher see her ogling his ass. No Way.

"I'm sorry, did you say something," Julian asked.

Brooke's eyes momentarily widened. "No! I didn't uh, I was just talking to myself. Uh, no. It's nothing!" Brooke nervously replied.

Julian grinned and moved forward to hand Brooke back her now signed paper. "Well, I guess I'll uh, be seeing you in fifth period then, Ms. Davis," Julian said.

Brooke smiled. "Thanks. I'll uh, I'll see ya then, Mr. Baker," she responded, keeping his gaze as she began to walk backwards towards the door. Being the total embarrassing klutz-o that she was, while she walked backwards, she bumped into a desk and nearly fell the fuck on the floor.

Seeing Brooke stumble from the desk enticed a chuckle from Julian as he stood leaning against his desk with his arms crossed.

Embarrassed, Brooke merely grinned a mortified grin and gave a silent laugh at herself as she quickly made her way towards the door before she did something else totally embarrassing in front of her new teacher. Her new, hot teacher. Her new, hot, charming teacher. Her new, hot, charming, sexy, intelligent, older, wiser, and more experienced, teacher.

Screw wonder bread.

Julian Baker was better than wonder bread. Way, way, better.

As soon as Brooke left the room, Julian took a released a large breath and slumped his shoulders, replaying his conversation with Brooke in his mind.

He was embarrassed, for kinda almost flirting with her. He felt guilty, for knowing that she was a student and that still didn't stop him from being attracted to her. But more than anything, he was also excited, for knowing that he'd be able to see the brunette every fifth period for the rest of the year.

Boy oh boy, he was in trouble.

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