Back to California
Author's Note: If you don't watch One Tree Hill or The OC, just think of the other character as being an original character. You don't need to knowthe background of either person, what is needed will be provided.
Chapter 1
Finding Something. . .Er. . . Rather. . . Someone
Brooke Davis looked sadly at her red suitcase filled with the precious designer label clothes she had left. It wasn't that she was totally superficial, but a girl likes to have a good wardrobe. She fingered the soft leather of her BCBG jacket. Brooke used to have a closet full of expensive clothes, and now only a meek few were left. Ones that she begged her parents to keep and the ones that she hid from them.
Maybe she'd have Felix buy her clothes for her the next time they went to the mall . . .
"Brooke!" Her mother called from downstairs.
Brooke sighed, flipping her hair away from her face. She pulled on the handle of the suitcase and nearly fell down when the full weight of the suitcase was in her hands. Brooke waddled to the stairs, her suitcase held with both hands. She started down the large Victorian staircase. Slowly and shakily, she lowered the suitcase down step-by-step. God, she would probably fall down at any moment and roll down the stairs, breaking her neck. Then have the suitcase land on top of her. How glamorous.
Brooke glanced helplessly at her mother. Hopelessly a society mother, the middle-aged bottle blond stood disapprovingly at her only daughter. With hands on her hips, she frowned. That is, if she could make any facial expression, from the large amount of injections of Botox. "Mother? A little help?"
Her mother continued to stand with her hands on her hips. "Brooke, what have you been doing all this time? I thought you did cheerleading. Surely, that gives you some strength. You can do it fine yourself." She walked away.
Great, just fucking great
Seth Cohen lay sprawled across his bed. Considering his bed was only a double, his lanky body frame hung from the sides. He held Captain Oats in front of him. "Why would Summer fall for someone like him? A guy like Zach? I mean sure he's all knowledgeable about comic books, which would totally be attractive if I were a girl, which I'm not. But, he's a water polo player! Do you think he shaves his chest?"
Seth listened intently to Captain Oat's answer.
"Yeah, you're right. He probably does."
Seth gingerly placed the plastic toy horse back in his place on the nightstand. Seth flopped back onto his bed. Seth felt like old times, him being the big dork with no social life. Here he was on a Friday night, alone in his house talking to Captain Oats. Ryan was out with some girl on a date.
Seth closed his eyes and inhaled the scent of the newly washed bed sheets Rosa put on his bed.
It was as if Ryan never came to Newport.
Brooke looked at the address written on the scrap of paper. She looked up at the number on the doorway. This is it! Brooke thought. She stretched up to reach the golden knocker on the door. Once the resounding knocks echoed through the house, Brooke leaned back and stood aside her suitcase.
A familiar woman with fire-red hair and piercing green eyes answered the door.
"Aunt Julie?" Brooke asked tentatively.
Her aunt greeted Brooke with a look of mock delight. "Brooke! I haven't seen you for such a long time!" she cooed.
Brooke put on the best smile she could muster. "Uncle Jimmy told you that I was coming, right?"
Julie Cooper frowned at the sound of her ex-husband's name. "Your Uncle Jimmy and I aren't married any more."
Brooke wasn't surprised. Marriages in her family were always unhappy.
"Juju! Who is at the door," a gruff voice reverberated through the Spanish-styled houses. A balding man with silver hair and a stern look on his face appeared at the doorway, looking at Brooke with disdain. "Who's this?" he directed to wife.
Brooke noticed the flinch in her aunt's face as he slightly touched Julie's arm. A light bulb clicked in Brooke's mind. Aunt Julie must have married this guy. This guy was probably loaded. But Julie missed one of the top rules in gold-digging matrimony.
Rule #25: If you married an old guy simply for his money, and he is unbearable, make sure he will die in a few years.
"Caleb honey, this is my niece Brooke. She will be staying with us from now on," Julie said soothingly, hoping that he wouldn't be too upset that she was coming to stay with them for awhile.
Caleb narrowed his eyes and appraised Brooke. "Did you get knocked up?"
Julie stiffened.
Brooke was aghast and outraged. The nerve of him! How dare he say such a thing? "Excuse me?" she asked haughtily.
"Brooke, darling, why don't you go up to see Marissa and get settled in? She's the second bedroom to the right up the stairs," Julie said with saccharine.
Brooke took a deep breath and lugged the suitcase into the house. She rolled it over the expensive polished wooden floors and then stopped at the bottom of the large staircase. She looked up at the expanse of steps. Great. Another stairs to climb with this heavy thing which I will probably roll down. My life is one hell of a recurring trend. As Brooke lugged her suitcase up, step-by-step, she could hear her aunt and "Caleb" argue fiercely. Brooke cringed as something made of glass shattered downstairs.
Brooke rolled her suitcase to the shut white door. She knocked hesitantly on her older cousin's door.
"Go away!" A pissed off reply came through the door.
Brooke stood stunned. "M?" she whispered, using a childhood nickname.
The door creaked open as a disheveled Marissa Cooper appeared. "Brooke?"
Brooke and Marissa both screamed at the exact same time in ecstasy. As they embraced, Brooke tried to push the strong smell of alcohol from Marissa from her mind.
Marissa quickly ushered Brooke into her room. The sound of their chatting drifted from the door even through the screaming downstairs.
The California sun was shining, and Newport was bright and warm. The students of Harbor High School were getting out of their cars and hanging out before school started.
Brooke Davis was the most popular girl in Tree Hill High school back in Tree Hill. She turned heads everywhere she went. People just had to look at her.
Nothing changed. 3,000 miles from Tree Hill, she still conjured lust and interest. As she stepped out of the car with a jean mini skirt and satin shirt, heads turned to look at her. Marissa stepped from the driver's seat, wearing a short skirt also with a tank top. The two walked confidently out of their car, the fallen queen of Newport and the beautiful stranger.
The population all knew Marissa, but lately she had been depressed and dark. Now, here she was, bright and looking her best, acting like she owned the world. Was she getting back her throne of Harbor?
Summer Roberts came towards the pair, wearing pretty much the same as them. "Hey Ris!" she said enthusiastically. She looked at Brooke with disgust. "Who is she?"
Viewers from afar watched the interaction between Marissa and the hot stranger. Rumors already started circulating as clusters of people murmured excitedly amongst themselves. The most popular theory was that, Marissa came out of the closet and the stranger was her hot lesbian lover. Guys salivated at the thought.
"Hey Sum!" Marissa greeted back towards her. But Summer wasn't looking at Marissa, she was looking at Brooke with a look of intense threat. "This is Summer and this is my cousin Brooke. Summer, Brooke. Brooke, Summer."
Brooke immediately took a disliking to Summer. Why was Summer being a bitch towards her? She didn't even know her. Brooke was the queen of Tree Hill. She had never, ever,had someone treat her with such disrespect. Oh for god's sake, she was a freakin' goddess.
"Brooke is from North Carolina. She'll be staying with me," Marissa continued with the introductions, not noticing the tension between the two girls.
Summer crinkled her nose. "North Carolina? Like, ew!"
If you were in my town, you would die, bitch. Brooke thought.
Holly and a group of dumb-ass girls came running up to Marissa and Brooke, pushing Summer out of the way. Brooke had dealt with these girls before, and seeing the infuriated look at Summer's face, she decided to make these girls idolize her like the ones at Tree Hill. Summer was obviously afraid of Brooke taking her status, but Brooke would never stand second to somebody else.
Marissa was too used to the sight of WASP-y girls practically salivating over the new girl. After all, she was a WASP herself. "Hey, you guys, this is my cousin Brooke, she's from North Carolina. Brooke, this is Holly and the . . . rest." She said the last part with exasperation and annoyance.
A straight blonde dressed in hot pink pushed her way through. "Wait, North Carolina?"
Brooke nodded.
"Oh my god!" the blonde continued. "It's like so rural there. It's like a farm! How did you survive? And there, like, aren't any shops there."
Brooke tried her hardest not to roll her eyes. "It's not bad out there."
"Don't they have like, tons of pigs and cows running around," A brunette questioned.
Now, Brooke was starting to get a little upset. This girl was just begging for a bitch-slap. "No, they don't. But I mean they have a lot of really nice shops. Sure, it's a little far away. . . Tree Hill."
The girls crinkled their noses in distaste at the mention of such a rural town name.
Brooke continued, "Tree Hill isn't too bad. I mean I was a cheerleader and our school had like the state's best basketball team. So I cheered for them a lot."
Summer smirked in content. Nobody in the OC liked cheerleaders. They were major whores who just pranced around in short skirts.
"Ew, god. You were a cheerleader?" Holly remarked. All the other girls nodded their heads in agreement, some flipped their hair in a brush-off way.
Brooke was damn proud of her squad. "Yeah, I was the captain of my squad. And we went to competitions. I was named "Best Choreographer" at this one. . ." Brooke thought of her trophy that was sitting in her room in Tree Hill.
Summer grabbed Holly's arm and the group of girls started to walk away. "Cheerleader?" they scoffed.
Except one girl remained, interested in Brooke's cheerleading skills. In her heart, she had always wanted to be a cheerleader. To be able to prance around in tiny skirts and doing oh-so-cute routines for guys was her dream since she was five years old. When she learned that being a cheerleader was a no-no for the OC, she was devastated. Even more so than when Dolce sold out of that those cute purple crocodile shoes, which was a major bummer.
"Are you coming, CC?" Holly called after her.
Why did rich-girls always have to have the most terrible stuck-up names for each other?
CC shook her head, her perfectly straightened hair swishing around. "I think she's cool. We can't just give her the 'brush-off'".
Summer whipped her head. "Shut up!" she said in a condescending yet peppy voice. (It's possible, by the way.)
"You said you cheer-leaded for basketball, right? I mean that's so much better than water-polo." CC pointed out to the rest.
Brooke snorted. "You have a water-polo team? What, do the guys shave their chest?"
The girls looked at her pointedly.
"Anyways, you must cheer for really hot guys."
Brooke nodded as she thought of Lucas' hot body. Nathan and Jake were really hot too. Even Tim was hot for god's sake. Although that was something she rather not dwell on.
Marissa nudged Brooke in the side. Brooke had completely forgotten that Marissa was standing next to her. Strong and silent was her cousin? Who thought? "Show them the picture of Lucas and everyone else."
Brooke shot her cousin a dirty look. At this point, she didn't really want to think about her dirty-ex. Even though she was becoming fast friends with him, he still cheated, and as much as her heart wanted to forgive him, she couldn't. Brooke pulled out a picture that she always carried with her. It was a picture of the squad and basketball thing for some school event newspaper. They were all in uniform, and Brooke had to admit, Tree Hill had a hot looking bunch.
Girl crowded around her, trying to look at the picture. "That's Lucas." Brooke pointed out.
Several girls expressed murmurs of approval. Lucas perfect blonde hair and blue eyes made him a natural stand-out.
"You're not together with that?" Holly asked amazingly.
Brooke tried to put on a bright face. "I dumped him. He was getting sort of out of line."
"You know Brooke," Holly said as she wrapped an arm around Brooke's shoulders. "It's cool to have someone new here."
It was official. Brooke was "in."
Holly, Brooke, and Marissa all walked towards the school as the first bell rang as the posse of girls surrounded them.
Heads turned to look at Brooke Davis.
Seth lay on the steps of the school, while waiting for the bell to ring. Ryan sat next to him, studying some book of his. Seth spotted the group of popular girls. Seth rolled his eyes at their antics. He needed to get of the bubble.
But then, Seth caught sight of someone else. Curly chestnut hair, beautiful smile, and the hottest body, she was breath-taking. She was definitely new and not from here. Her dimples deeply imprinted her cheeks and the wind blew her hair back as she was surrounded by Holly and a bunch of Newpsie girls and they walked passed Seth on the steps.
"Did you see that girl?" Seth asked excitedly. This new girl was gorgeous.
Ryan looked up from his textbook with a quizzical look. "Who?"
Seth shrugged, he didn't have a chance anyways.
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