Ok guys so i've had this idea for awhile, well actually ever since Chad talked about his black and white epi lol! so i just had to do it! basically Lucas is stuck on how to write his second book so yes this is kind of au, b/c he never wrote the comet book. He basically just kissed Peyton and Lindsay found out and dumped his sorry tail! ok so the story will basically be about Chris lol being murdered at his night club in the 1930's! i'm still working out the kinks of putting all together but it would b really helpful if you guys could tell me what u think b/c if u guys don't like it then i will no that i don't really need to write it, so yeah feedback would b gr8 b/c these stories are for all u one tree hill fans!

and if u guys have any suggestions i would love for u to share them with me! i'm always lookin for new ideas and if i use ur idea i will give u all the credit!

BTW THE ITALICS WILL BE THE STORY THAT LUCAS IS WRITING

AND THE BOLD WILL BE LUCAS TRYING TO SORT ALL HIS THOUGHTS OUT WHILE WRITING THE STORY!

I WANT GIVE AWAY ANYTHING EXCEPT THE FACT THAT THROUGH WRITING THIS LUCAS WILL REALIZE WHO HE WANTS TO BE WITH, AND TRUST ME WHEN I SAY IT COULD B ANYBODY! I MEAN SKILLS COULD EVEN B A CANDIDATE TEAM SKUCAS!

Lucas sat in front of his computer screen. He was trying to write his second book, but so far he was having no luck. He sighed "I suck" he sang while typing the words

on his keyboard. He had been setting there for two hours and so far those were the only words that he had typed. He places his hands behind his head, stretching

back in his computer chair. 'Ok Lucas' he thought to himself 'think what can you write about?' nothing, that's what came to his mind, absolutely freaking nothing. 'Ok'

he said again 'what interesting things have happened to you lately?' What hadn't happened to him would be the right question. In the last 24 hours he had lost

Lindsay…again, told Peyton he hated her, which he still hadn't apologized for, and told Brooke he loved her, confusing himself even more. 'Yeah he thought to himself,

I'll write about what a bonehead I am, how I lost my girlfriend not once but twice, because I kissed my-ex girlfriend like an idiot. Oh and then to top it off told my other
ex-girlfriend that I loved her, oh and the readers will get a kick out of this one, I actually think I meant it as more than a friend. My God, I'm a real jack whole, maybe I

should just become a politician, then maybe I'd have an excuse for being such a lying idiot.' he thought to himself. He would have chuckled if the situation hadn't been

so pathetic. He came closer to the computer, squinting his eyes, hoping that if he wished hard enough, the words would just appear on the screen. After about 20

minutes, his head started to hurt, "Well that worked out well." he sarcastically remarked. His mind drifted off to Haley. Just the other night she had told him to follow

his heart, which was Haley's way of telling him that he needed to finally choose who he wanted. Well that was easier said than done. I mean there was Lindsay she

was the smart one, then Peyton, she was the art/music one, and then there was Brooke, the fashion queen. Suddenly an idea popped into his mind. His fingers went

straight for the keyboard not wanting to lose any piece of this burst of inspiration.

I set in my chair looking out the window. It had been a slow night at the office, and I was ready for some action, something that would get my blood boiling, and my mind spinning. I needed a case. They didn't call me the best Detective in Tree Hill for nothing. I twirled my drink of brandy around in my hands taking a big swig enjoying the burning sensation it brought to my throat. Suddenly the door burst open making me jump to my feet, as I came face to face with a beautiful brunette. "Detective Scott, I'm Brooke Davis, and I need your help!"