Disclaimer: Unfortuantely, I do not own One Tree Hill, Lucas, Haley, Nathan, Peyton, Brooke, or any one else mentioned in this story that is relates to the show. One Tree Hill belongs to the WB.

Just a day, just an ordinary day in Tree Hill, North Carolina. Lucas Scott stood, admiring the way the sun cast its bright rays down onto the torrid waves of the ocean during sunset. He jerked his head up when he heard a car toot its horn. It was a girl with a friendly face, his best friend's face, Haley James. She drove he father's beat up "car" up to his watch point.

"You getting in or what, Scott? I need to be at your mom's café in 20 minutes and you know how she gets if I'm even 2 seconds late."

Lucas smiled as his friend continued ranting and raving about his mom, Karen. She was a tom-boyishly-beautiful brunette, and if he hadn't been her friend for so long, he could see him self having a crush on her. Everyone at Tree Hill High already thought they were dating in secret, and he sometimes wondered if that would be such a bad idea.

Haley was a bad driver. Period. She knew this, but refused to admit it. Exactly 19 traffic tickets, still unpaid, sat in her glove compartment. Lucas and Haley had been best friends since they were five years old, and inseparable since October 9th, in the 7th grade. That was the day that Lucas had told Haley about Nathan Scott, his half-brother. They shared the same father and a love basketball, but that was where the similarities ended.

The car slowed to a stop at a red light. Haley glanced over at Lucas, who was looking through her collection of nine CDs consisting of "oldies but goodies", according to Haley. He really was cute, in a boyish, clean way. His blond hair was always nice and neat; the way Haley told him to keep it. And his eyes, his eyes! That was his one feature that always seemed to keep he mesmerized. The trouble was, those eyes belonged to the most popular girl in Tree Hill, Brooke Davis.

Haley was yanked back into reality. Yes, Lucas and Brooke were dating, to the dismay of Haley, the joy of his mother. Brooke had a bad reputation that was full of rumors of her going too far with too many guys. Brooke had most likely been with the entire 18 and under Tree Hill guy population.

"Hales, the light has been green for a couple minutes now, are you going to drive or sit there all day?"

Lucas had interrupted her thinking. She knew that she had to keep driving to Karen's Café, where her job and Lucas's mom resided. Driving with Lucas everyday to the café was possibly Haley's most favorite part of the day. It was the only time that they could really be alone. How she enjoyed being alone with him. She could pretend that he was hers, even if he wasn't.

Haley pulled into the parking lot, trying to find the best spot. She knew that she wasn't supposed to get the front and center spot, "reserved for customers", as Karen put it. So what? She drove into the spot, parked and looked into her rear-view mirror. Make-up? None. Lip-gloss? Sort of. She pulled out her strawberry-kiwi, $.99 lip-gloss and applied it.

"Better. Now you look like a waitress," she told herself.

"You're crazy, Hales. Face it. I think we should get you a psycho therapist." Lucas opened his door and raced over to hers and opened it for her.

"Madame? Your customers await you." He held out his hand in mock respect.

She lifted one eyebrow, arched perfectly, and laughed. "Whatever you say, charmer boy."

She grabbed his hand as she exited the car, using it as support. They walked into the café together, and Lucas' eye's lit up. For sitting in the corner, sipping her triple shot espresso was Brooke Davis.

A/N: Eh? Reviews please! This is my first story and I'd love to hear constructive criticism, insults, compliments, whatever! Thanks!