A/N: This story contains characters of One Tree Hill. And maybe in the future some similar story lines. But for the most part, it's me taking the characters (the back story is the same though) and starting with the very beginning of the show. Actually thats a lie. Lol. I'm starting with freshman year of highschool. So Lucas and Nathan are still related, etc and all that stuff from before the show started like the history/relations etc is the same.
Please review. Honestly. I'd like to know things I do well and not so well because I'm going to college for English and writing so I'd like to have a good idea of my strengths and weaknesses. Plus I'm taking time out of my day for y'all to enjoy so it's just polite :). Thanks for taking time out to read. (I should be reading Nietzsche right about now but this seemed so much better lol)
Disclaimer: I own none of the music that it used, none of the characters (unless I make one up for later). I'm not making money, this is just for enjoyment :).
P.S. This first chapter is short. It just kind of introduces Lucas and a little of his life situation. But as soon as I post it I'm going to work on the second chapter (or rather first full "episode", I'm just going to be calling this short thing the pilot ) so it just might be up later this evening .
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The sudden rush of light to his eyes, and the sensation of covers being pulled from his body woke Lucas Scott from his bed with a groan.
"Don't give me that groan Lucas Eugene Scott" said his mother Karen as she swatted him playfully on the butt. "It's your first day of school. You can't be late when you haven't even had to get up all summer."
Lucas Grumbled something that resembled the words "Okay mom whatever", and made an effort to sit up, swinging his legs over the bedside.
As his eyes adjusted to the light he couldn't help but thinking the day had to be good. Even through his curtains he could see the light extremely well. And it was warm. Perfect way to start a day.
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10 minuets, 1 t-shirt, 1 pair of shorts , 2 shoes, and a bagel later, Lucas was again ready. Ready to start a new year. Ready to learn, ready to grow, and ready to take on life.
And ready to fail. Something in the back of his mind was saying that things weren't going to be any different this year. He tried to ignore it but it wouldn't go away. He had a brother who hated him (which wouldn't be as bad he guessed, if that same brother wasn't so much higher on the social ladder. But the sad truth was Nathan Scott practically owned the school hierarchy. And after all why should high school be any different then middle or elementary?), and he had a dad whose feelings were so far beyond even vehement hate.
But the one thing he would always be grateful for would be his true friends. There was his best friend Haley (more commonly hales), and all his river court buddies (river court being the basketball court they all loved, and in which they practically lived). There was Mouth and Jimmy, and Skills and a couple others who he knew he could trust. After all, the fact of the matter was Lucas was happy most of the time. He had true friends and a great mom. And he had basketball. Sure it'd be cool to play on his school team (made impossible by the simple fact that Nathan was sure to rule that too), or to be a little bit more well respected within the school, or to get out of things because teachers were scared that his dad would retaliate against them (Not that Dan Scott was considered his father in his mind).
Or to have a girlfriend. And not the Haley type girlfriend who was a girl with friend like qualities. But someone who shared interests with him, and someone who he could share intimate things with. Someone who would look to him for support. Someone who would fit perfectly into the crook of his arm, who he could hold for hours. While most of the people he knew were wasting their time with drunk people at parties or hooking up for hooking ups sake, he actually wanted something deep. He was looking for love. He contributed his deepness to his everlasting love of literature and music. It made him... cultured.
So making up his mind that high school was only four years of his life he'd have to endure, he grabbed his bag, 10 bucks, and a copy of The Idiot by Fyodor Dostoevsky, and headed off to school.
If only he knew how many things could fit inside of four years. Because what a long four years it would be.