Author's Note: Well here goes nothing guys. My first fic! Please please please review and of course, I hope you like it!

Disclaimer: Let me settle this once and for all. I don't own One Tree Hill, or any of the movies or TV shows I might make a reference to. I don't own any song lyrics I might add in and I don't even own the laptop I'm typing on.

NOT JUST ANOTHER LOVE STORY

prologue – n. a preface or introductory part of a novel

"Brooke, I really don't understand what the big deal is!" Peyton Sawyer practically yelled into her phone.

"The big deal? Okay, Goldilocks, picture this. A romantic walk, some yummy food, and then hot sex. Sounds good right?"

"Mhmm…" Peyton grumbled. She knew exactly what came next in the bubbly brunette's story because it was the same every weekend. The only thing different was the guy.

"Then he just left! I mean, I'm all for a one night thing but I thought…ugh, I don't know what I thought, best friend." Brooke felt bad she had troubled Peyton with another one of her whore-er stories. "P. Sawyer, you're such a trooper, no wonder you're my bestest friend. Once we're back at school I promise I am taking you on the shopping spree of your life!"

"Just what I've always wanted!" Peyton sarcastically moaned from the other end of the line.

"Oh don't get moody with me, Peyton Marie Sawyer! It's summer so just enjoy it, ok?" Brooke worried about Peyton who was covered head to toe in issues. A summer off-campus was just what Dr. Phil ordered for these kinds of things but no one could really help Peyton except…

Brooke shook the thought from her head. Peyton was Peyton and that was that. No man – not even the man – would make her happier.

"Fine, B. Davis. I'll go off and party until I collapse but you have to promise our next weekly phone call isn't going to be a duplicate of all the others."

"You drive a hard bargain but I think I can do that. These last two weeks I'm gonna start packing for school. You know me, I sure am gonna need all the time I can get"

Peyton just laughed thinking of Brooke's extensive wardrobe, makeup bags, and shoe collection she had insisted must be taken home for the summer and couldn't be left in the apartment the girls shared at Duke University. "Okay Brooke, talk to you later love." Peyton clicked her phone shut.

"So what's her story this week?"

"Baby, does it matter? No," Peyton answered her own question. "We matter. So let's just get back to where we left off." Peyton said seductively as she pulled the muscular body on top of her own.

"You know, I'm really glad we connected again, Peyton. I missed you."

"I missed you, too." Peyton whispered as she forced her lips onto her once again boyfriend's lush mouth.

----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Skills raised his hand up and slapped the ball away from his one on one opponent.

"Dawg, I don't know who softened your ass up but I don't give a shit either."

"And why is that, Skills?" Lucas huffed as he bent over, trying to catch his breath.

"Because now I can whip you in a game of ball, my man." That was true. Lucas Scott, along with his half-brother Nathan, were basketball prodigies and if you could beat either of them, something was up.

"Look, 'dawg'," Luke mimicked as he made a lay up. "I'm not soft. Spending time with Mom and Lily just made me…more loving."

"Ight. Whatever you wanna say. But uh, I ain't soft either if ya know what I mean."

Lucas pivoted on the Rivercourt and saw Skills' beautiful blonde girlfriend, Bevin Mirskey. The high school sweethearts we're still going strong and even shared an apartment back at Duke. How Bevin managed to get accepted was beyond everyone's wildest guesses, but it had happened and the two were as in love as ever.

"Well, catch you later Skills." Luke passed the ball back to his friend and walked back to his mother Karen's house, happy to be seeing his family for only the second time all year.

Lucas walked inside to the sounds of Barney, his 3-year-old sister napping on the couch. Where's the damn remote? Luke thought. All he wanted to do was turn off the horrid dinosaur and spend some time with his mom.

"Mom? Mom, hey, I'm home." No answer. Luke frantically searched the tiny house for his equally tiny mother. All he found was a note.

It read:

Luke,

Out for a drink with an old friend. Pay the babysitter and let her leave once you get home.

Mom

Babysitter? The house was empty of any sort of intelligent life form as far as he could tell. But it struck him as he saw the unconscious redhead that intelligent was the key word.

Rachel Gettina. The classic slut. Most likely to become a prostitute type person. Not a babysitter.

"Rachel?" Lucas gently shook his fellow Tree Hill High alumni. "Rachel, it's me, Lucas Scott." Rachel's eyes fluttered open.

"Lucas!" She embraced the man she had once dated. "Of course I remember you, McFoxy." Luke nearly cringed at the mention of Rachel's old nickname for him. Unwillingly she let go of the blonde and stood up. "I guess I can leave now but call me. We can go out for a drink before you go back to Duke." Just as quickly as Rachel started talking, she stopped and strutted out of the bedroom better known as her forte. She winked as she picked up her pay and left.

"Wow" was all Luke could say.

-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

"Nathan?! Baby, wake up!" Haley James Scott ferociously shook her new husband awake. It was 2:00pm but the newlyweds were still tired from a wild night and slept in.

"Hales," Nathan muttered, turning over on his naked back. "What is it?"

"There's a creepy noise coming from outside the window! Go see what it is!" Haley nudged him which forced Nathan to put on his boxers and go see what the noise irritating his wife was.

He went outside and saw the not-so-pretty sight of the neighbors making love on the back porch. Chuckling, he went inside and let Haley know there was nothing to be afraid of.

"Oh," Haley responded. She felt silly for worrying. "Can you hold me anyway?" she asked with a twinkle in her eye.

"Always and forever," he said as he lay back down next to Haley and wrapped her in his arms. It felt good to be so in love like they were. It was the kind of love that couldn't be stopped.

"You know, maybe we should follow their lead," Nathan suggested as he nodded toward Deb Scott's neighbors.

"Nathan," Haley giggled as she playfully slapped his chest. But she couldn't let go. "We're never gonna get out of bed at this rate!"

"What's wrong with that?" This time, the twinkle was in the loving eyes of a brown haired boy.

"Nothing," she stated simply. "Nothing at all."