Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, One Tree Hill, etc. This is a fan fiction for entertainment purposes only.
Notes: This takes place about a month after Lucas/Brooke's break-up. Nathan and Haley never dated and Haley never tutored Nathan. Lucas and Peyton are currently dating. Deb and Dan aren't getting a divorce. I think those are the only differences major differences.
Please read and review. Enjoy!
Fall Into Me
Chapter 1
Brooke Davis rolled over with a heavy sigh. There was no way she was getting any sleep with all their noise. Her father and current step-mother were arguing again. It was only a matter of months before he divorced this one and moved on to the next. Most likely just a younger, blonder, dumber version of this one. Sometimes she wondered where he found all his slut bag lady friends. Obviously it wasn't Tree Hill, seeing as he was rarely there.
She threw back the navy down comforter and rolled out of her warm bed. Half of her upset about her disrupted sleep, but the other half glad that she was about to be out of there. It was times like these she was glad her presence was ignored and a wad of daddy's money was sitting on her dresser. She pulled on her trusty velour track suit, picked up the cash, and headed out the door completely unnoticed.
A few months ago, she would have been on her way to Peyton's Brooke had spent more nights in her best friend's bed over the years, than she had her own. She and Peyton both longed for a family that neither of them had. They found comfort in each other and created a family all their own.
A few weeks ago. She would have been on her way to Lucas'. The first night she showed up at his door she had been afraid of what he might think. Lucas may be from the "wrong side of the tracks", but at least he was loved. She didn't know if he could understand how things were for her, but he had. He had held her in his arms so many nights and told her that it was okay now, because she had him. Then he went and betrayed her with her best friend.
So tonight, as she pulls out of the driveway, she's headed to that beach alone, except for the bottle of tequila waiting in her trunk.
Just a block away, a very aggrevated Nathan Scott rolls from his bed.
His entire youth he had longed for his mother's presence. For her to tuck him into bed and read him stories the way Tim's mom did when he whenever he stayed over there. But now that she was finally back for good, he was ready for her to leave.
Now he didn't just have his dad's pressure to be the basketball player that he knew he never could, but his mom was riding him about his grades. He was only one person, he couldn't do everything, but no one seemed to understand that.
However, that wasn't the worst part of it. After they got through yelling at him, they started on each other. At the moment, his mother was yelling at her husband about Lucas, the son he abandoned. That bastard was always causing Nathan problems. And that's when he had to get out of there.
Nathan pulled on his jeans, grabbed his keys, and letterman jacket and walked out of the house completely unnoticed.
He was grateful that his parents were loaded, if they weren't he wouldn't have the beach house to retreat to. That house on the beach had become his home over the last few months. He had partied there before, but since his mom's return he had spent more nights there than in his own bed. Once he had made the mistake of not going home before he went to school. It had his mother in a complete frenzy. She had called his friends, their parents, and finally the school looking for him. She had been completely irrational and extremely embarrassing. It took a lot to embarrass Nathan Scott, but his mother had successfully done it that day. Since then, he made sure to be back in his bed before she woke up the next morning.
When he arrived at the beach house, he flicked on the television and made himself a drink.
Brooke took another swig of tequila and hoisted herself from the sand. The air was cool, but the alcohol flowing through her system warmed her throughouly and flushed her cheeks lightly.
She started down the beach. Sitting too long made her think, and all she thought about these days was seeing her best friend kissing her boyfriend. It had been over a month, but the pain hadn't ceased in the least. In fact, it hurt more. Not only could her parents not love her, but neither could Lucas or Peyton. Maybe her mother had been right all those years ago, maybe she just wasn't worth it.
"Pull yourself together, Davis," she scolded, wiping the tears she had just shed. "A few more drinks and you'll be out." She closed her eyes and took another long drink, but when she opened them again, she wasn't alone.
After a few hours of ESPN and several drinks, Nathan still wasn't able to fall asleep. He poured another drink and headed to the beach.
He kept thinking about Peyton. He always thought about Peyton when he drank. All their best and worst memories had occurred under the influence of alcohol. It didn't bother him so much that they weren't together. Other than the sex, he really didn't miss anything. But what really ate at him was the fact that now she was dating his bastard brother. Lucas. That poor, intellectual boy had caused Nathan way too many damn problems. Before he dediced to join the team, Nathan's life had been perfect, or at least as perfect as it could be.
Anger was now running rapidly through Nathan's veins as he finished off his drink. He was about to retreat back inside, when he noticed a female figure walking haphazardly down the beach. He stood watching her, until he realized he knew her. 'What the hell is Brooke doing here,' he thought and then made his way to her.
"Brooke."
"Nathan."
"What are you…" Nathan began.
"Just relaxing," Brooke interrupted, dangling the tequila bottle in front of him.
"I see."
"You?"
"Same."
Half an hour later, the bottle of tequila was empty. Brooke was sprawled out across Nathan and both were more relaxed than they had been in weeks.
"This was fun." Brooke slurred in her sexy voice -- a voice that had been working overtime since her split with Lucas. She had thought that at least one of the guys after Luke would make her forget. So far, though, that hadn't work. Maybe Nathan would.
Nathan felt Brooke moving sensually against him, awakening parts of him even in his drunken state. But that was Brooke for you. She always did know how to excite the opposite sex. "It was." Nathan replied simply.
Brooke flashed him her famous dimpled smile and that was just what Nathan needed to act. He pulled both of them from the sand and started to the beach house.
Nathan didn't have time to shut the door behind him before Brooke's hands were tugging at his clothing. There's eyes caught, for just a moment, before they started ripping at each other's clothing again. Soon, they were down to nothing. Nathan headed towards the bedroom, Brooke right behind him. But when he walked in, Brooke didn't follow. He raised an eyebrow in question. "Not there. Here." Nathan, not really caring about where it happened, walked back to her. His hands gripping her waist firmly as he lifted her and she wrapped her legs tightly around him. He pushed her hard against the wall as he entered her. Their movements were slow at first, but soon increased with both the need and desire of both of them.
Their breathing slowed and Nathan pulled away. Brooke, without hesitation, walked back to where her clothes lay and pulled them on. Nathan watched from the sofa as he flipped uninterestingly through the channels. "Night, Nate," Brooke called over her shoulder as she left. She had already shut the door behind her before Nathan could respond.
It was just passed four when Brooke crawled into her bed and Nathan arrived back at his house. Ten minutes later they were both asleep and feeling nothing.
Notes: This takes place about a month after Lucas/Brooke's break-up. Nathan and Haley never dated and Haley never tutored Nathan. Lucas and Peyton are currently dating. Deb and Dan aren't getting a divorce. I think those are the only differences major differences.
Please read and review. Enjoy!
Fall Into Me
Chapter 1
Brooke Davis rolled over with a heavy sigh. There was no way she was getting any sleep with all their noise. Her father and current step-mother were arguing again. It was only a matter of months before he divorced this one and moved on to the next. Most likely just a younger, blonder, dumber version of this one. Sometimes she wondered where he found all his slut bag lady friends. Obviously it wasn't Tree Hill, seeing as he was rarely there.
She threw back the navy down comforter and rolled out of her warm bed. Half of her upset about her disrupted sleep, but the other half glad that she was about to be out of there. It was times like these she was glad her presence was ignored and a wad of daddy's money was sitting on her dresser. She pulled on her trusty velour track suit, picked up the cash, and headed out the door completely unnoticed.
A few months ago, she would have been on her way to Peyton's Brooke had spent more nights in her best friend's bed over the years, than she had her own. She and Peyton both longed for a family that neither of them had. They found comfort in each other and created a family all their own.
A few weeks ago. She would have been on her way to Lucas'. The first night she showed up at his door she had been afraid of what he might think. Lucas may be from the "wrong side of the tracks", but at least he was loved. She didn't know if he could understand how things were for her, but he had. He had held her in his arms so many nights and told her that it was okay now, because she had him. Then he went and betrayed her with her best friend.
So tonight, as she pulls out of the driveway, she's headed to that beach alone, except for the bottle of tequila waiting in her trunk.
Just a block away, a very aggrevated Nathan Scott rolls from his bed.
His entire youth he had longed for his mother's presence. For her to tuck him into bed and read him stories the way Tim's mom did when he whenever he stayed over there. But now that she was finally back for good, he was ready for her to leave.
Now he didn't just have his dad's pressure to be the basketball player that he knew he never could, but his mom was riding him about his grades. He was only one person, he couldn't do everything, but no one seemed to understand that.
However, that wasn't the worst part of it. After they got through yelling at him, they started on each other. At the moment, his mother was yelling at her husband about Lucas, the son he abandoned. That bastard was always causing Nathan problems. And that's when he had to get out of there.
Nathan pulled on his jeans, grabbed his keys, and letterman jacket and walked out of the house completely unnoticed.
He was grateful that his parents were loaded, if they weren't he wouldn't have the beach house to retreat to. That house on the beach had become his home over the last few months. He had partied there before, but since his mom's return he had spent more nights there than in his own bed. Once he had made the mistake of not going home before he went to school. It had his mother in a complete frenzy. She had called his friends, their parents, and finally the school looking for him. She had been completely irrational and extremely embarrassing. It took a lot to embarrass Nathan Scott, but his mother had successfully done it that day. Since then, he made sure to be back in his bed before she woke up the next morning.
When he arrived at the beach house, he flicked on the television and made himself a drink.
Brooke took another swig of tequila and hoisted herself from the sand. The air was cool, but the alcohol flowing through her system warmed her throughouly and flushed her cheeks lightly.
She started down the beach. Sitting too long made her think, and all she thought about these days was seeing her best friend kissing her boyfriend. It had been over a month, but the pain hadn't ceased in the least. In fact, it hurt more. Not only could her parents not love her, but neither could Lucas or Peyton. Maybe her mother had been right all those years ago, maybe she just wasn't worth it.
"Pull yourself together, Davis," she scolded, wiping the tears she had just shed. "A few more drinks and you'll be out." She closed her eyes and took another long drink, but when she opened them again, she wasn't alone.
After a few hours of ESPN and several drinks, Nathan still wasn't able to fall asleep. He poured another drink and headed to the beach.
He kept thinking about Peyton. He always thought about Peyton when he drank. All their best and worst memories had occurred under the influence of alcohol. It didn't bother him so much that they weren't together. Other than the sex, he really didn't miss anything. But what really ate at him was the fact that now she was dating his bastard brother. Lucas. That poor, intellectual boy had caused Nathan way too many damn problems. Before he dediced to join the team, Nathan's life had been perfect, or at least as perfect as it could be.
Anger was now running rapidly through Nathan's veins as he finished off his drink. He was about to retreat back inside, when he noticed a female figure walking haphazardly down the beach. He stood watching her, until he realized he knew her. 'What the hell is Brooke doing here,' he thought and then made his way to her.
"Brooke."
"Nathan."
"What are you…" Nathan began.
"Just relaxing," Brooke interrupted, dangling the tequila bottle in front of him.
"I see."
"You?"
"Same."
Half an hour later, the bottle of tequila was empty. Brooke was sprawled out across Nathan and both were more relaxed than they had been in weeks.
"This was fun." Brooke slurred in her sexy voice -- a voice that had been working overtime since her split with Lucas. She had thought that at least one of the guys after Luke would make her forget. So far, though, that hadn't work. Maybe Nathan would.
Nathan felt Brooke moving sensually against him, awakening parts of him even in his drunken state. But that was Brooke for you. She always did know how to excite the opposite sex. "It was." Nathan replied simply.
Brooke flashed him her famous dimpled smile and that was just what Nathan needed to act. He pulled both of them from the sand and started to the beach house.
Nathan didn't have time to shut the door behind him before Brooke's hands were tugging at his clothing. There's eyes caught, for just a moment, before they started ripping at each other's clothing again. Soon, they were down to nothing. Nathan headed towards the bedroom, Brooke right behind him. But when he walked in, Brooke didn't follow. He raised an eyebrow in question. "Not there. Here." Nathan, not really caring about where it happened, walked back to her. His hands gripping her waist firmly as he lifted her and she wrapped her legs tightly around him. He pushed her hard against the wall as he entered her. Their movements were slow at first, but soon increased with both the need and desire of both of them.
Their breathing slowed and Nathan pulled away. Brooke, without hesitation, walked back to where her clothes lay and pulled them on. Nathan watched from the sofa as he flipped uninterestingly through the channels. "Night, Nate," Brooke called over her shoulder as she left. She had already shut the door behind her before Nathan could respond.
It was just passed four when Brooke crawled into her bed and Nathan arrived back at his house. Ten minutes later they were both asleep and feeling nothing.