"You never really leave a place or person you love, part of them you take with you, leaving a part of yourself behind."

"Sorry Brooke, that's final. You're going to Tree Hill."

"Mom, this is so not fair! I hate you!"

"Well, you'll be hating me from Tree Hill. I'm tired of all your complaining and trouble making here. Maybe a change of scenery will be a good thing."

Finally, she walked out of the room. God, why are they doing this to me! Tree Hill? What kind of name is that for a town? I flopped back onto my bed and looked around the room. There were marks on the walls from where my Britney Spears poster had been and all my pictures of me and my friends. Boxes were strewn all over the floor. My closet, my big beautiful, normally filled closet was empty.

"Thanks mom and dad, I love you, really I do." I yelled downstairs.

Tree Hill, North Carolina, here I come.

"If you don't like something change it; if you can't change it, change the way you think about it."

The taxi rolled up to the Scott house in what seemed to me like slow-motion. I took a deep breath before getting out of the taxi. The Scotts had two sons: Nathan and Lucas. Karen, the mother, owned a cafe. Dan, the father, was a jackass. Oh, and he owned a car dealership. I'd met them a few times, but only when they had come to visit my parents in California. I'd never met Nathan or Lucas though. They were always too busy with basketball or something else more important to come out to California with their parents.

Their brick house was a nice size, but nothing compared to what I had in California. Maybe that's what they consider "big" here. I got out of the taxi and walked up the door. This was it, my death march. I knocked on the white door hoping that no one would answer, and I could just get back in the taxi and leave.

"Hi honey," Karen said. She was clearly on her way out.

"Hi Karen, how are you?" I said putting on my sweetest voice. They were doing my parents a favor by taking me in. And even if I didn't want to go, I'm sure it wasn't a pleasure for them to have another person living in their home.

"I'm just on my way out. I'm going to a food convention. I'll be back in a week or two. Dan's away too. I'm sorry to have to leave like this and that you're stuck alone with the two boys, but I have no choice. Here," Karen said quickly grabbing out money from her pocketbook. "A thousand should be enough for just you right? The boys have money for food or anything else you might need. Make yourself comfortable!" She practically ran out of the house.

This could be a good situation. Already, no parents. Fantastic. No parental supervision. Maybe this wouldn't be such a huge change. Ha.

"Who are you?" one of the boys, the one with dark hair asked me. What was his name again?

"Brooke Davis." I said politely putting down my things and shaking his hand. "And you are...?"

"Nathan Scott. You're that girl who's parents don't want her so we're stuck watching you for, eternity, right?" Nathan sneered. He looked her up and down and nodded approvingly. "Well, at least you're not ugly."

"Glad to see you've been so anxious about my arrival." I rolled my eyes at him. I quickly looked him up and down before whispering "jerk" loud enough for him to hear. He had nice arms. And gorgeous green-blue eyes. Definetly not ugly.

"Lucas is upstairs. Just ask him to show you your room." Nathan said grabbing a basketball bag and leaving.

I walked upstairs.

"Well, well, well..." the blonde brother said to me as I walked down the hallway. "What do we have here?" he said as he looked me up and down.

"Brooke, Brooke Davis. I have a name," I said nastily. I walked past him intentionally hitting into his shoulder, but not without noticing his baby blue eyes. That's when I realized I had no idea where I was going.

"Ooh, you like it rough?" he said referring to me slamming into his arm. "I'm Lucas, but I'm sure you knew that," he said smiling his cocky, yet sexy smile. "You're feisty. I like that in a girl," he winked.

"Could you shut up and just tell me where my room is?"

He pointed forward and then turned around putting his back to me. "Later sexy," he said, smirking, before grabbing a waterbottle off a table and going into a random room. I couldn't tell which room he meant was mine, but I was feeling stubborn and not willing to follow him and have him show me, so I walked into a room two doors down to the right of me.

I threw my bags from the doorway onto my new bed and onto the floor. I observed from the door. The room was kind of boy-ish, but what did I expect? They only had sons.

Suddenly I felt someone wrap their arms around my waist. "Hm, you're here for 10 minutes and I already have you in my room? Without even trying? I must be irresistable or you're just my kind of girl," Lucas whispered into my ear before pushing past me into the room.

"Oh, I... I thought this was my room. Sorry." I said embarassed.

"You're across the hall, gorgeous. I'm sure you won't be sleeping in there though once you see me shirtless," Lucas said effortlessly while he searched for something in his drawer. "Forgot the iPod," he smiled sexily again and pushed past me to leave the room.

I gathered my stuff and went across the hall. But not without sneaking a glance at Lucas walking back into that room. He did have a nice body from what I could see.

"You can stare all you want. Just ask me if you want a private show though," he said without even turning around. I was so shocked I dropped all my stuff. I quickly grabbed it and went into the room. I slammed the door behind me.

Alone in a house with two gorgeous boys for two weeks. This should be fun.

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(I kind of got this concept from Lovepink2much's "Picking Up The Pieces." I changed a few things though, but I liked how she began to portray the characters. If you don't want me to continue Lovepink2much, just let me know! But I loved your story so much!)