This is my first fan fiction, I have some pretty good ideas and I think my flow will develop as I get more in the hang of writing. I hope you guys hang in there with me and any feedback would be so greatly appreciated. Anyways, I hope you enjoy.
Chapter One - Awake.
Lucas walked back from the river court accompanied with the incessant chatter of Mouth McFadden. He continued to patiently listen as Mouth continued to lay out every inch of detail from last night's Knicks game. That was Mouth's quirk. He would get started on something and it was if words poured out of his mouth faster than one's brain could even process. But this was something Luke loved about him. He was always the same, and he was growing increasingly more appreciative of that sort of quality in a person.
They approached an oversized yellow house and Mouth stopped for the first time to take note in the difference of the familiar neighborhood.
"Looks like somebody finally decided to take over Clay/s old house. I was starting to think that place would never sell." He said, gesturing towards the moving van parked in the usually vacant driveway. It had been almost a year since Clay's dad was re-stationed in Texas and Luke had to admit he was a little bummed to see it filled with another family. He should have been ready, all things considered, but Clay had been his best friend growing up. It was hard to think of it being someone else's home.
Mouth broke through my train of thought with a hushed "Whoa." Lucas looked up in the direction of Mouth's ironically jaw-dropped gaze and quickly understood. A girl emerged from the moving truck, attempting to balance an oversized dollhouse in her arms. Her long brown hair fell over the face of the most beautiful girl Lucas have ever laid eyes on. He was aware at the cliché but he had found himself in a predicament he rarely encountered; a lack of words. Luke mustered a low grunt in agreement with Mouth as the boys shamelessly watched. Instinctively they wordlessly headed over to help the small-framed girl as she struggled exiting the van.
"Need a hand?" Mouth chirped up as she took notice of the odd pair for the first time. She flashed a white smile at him.
"Normally I would be one to insist my independence but I value this too much to have it shattered in the driveway." She grinned at Mouth as Lucas made his way over to relieve her of it. As he lifted the doll house from her hold she flickered her hazel eyes to Luke's. Instantly he felt a knot in his chest and the feeling scared him. Despite the overwhelming fear of it's intensity he held the gaze until she broke it and the three of them made their way into the familiar house.
"My room is this way!" She said enthusiastically as she bounced up the stairs. To no surprise she gestured to the bedroom Lucas had spent most of his youth in, Clay's. Set on the second floor, it had a small balcony that directly faced the window of Lucas' bedroom, which was a heavy aid in the start of their friendship. Along the side of the house was crafted in railing that Clay's father had built for the boys when they were at the height of mischief, a period of time where the 11 year old boys tried to find the craftiest way to enter their rooms. Scaling up the wall to Clay's balcony was one of them.
The room was filled with boxes now, and a large bed. The girl propped herself quickly on the edge of it as Luke and Mouth set down her doll house. "Thank you, I'm not sure if I actually would have made it up the stairs. I was a little too ambitious." She smiled; showing some of the cutest damn dimples Lucas had ever encountered and knew he was definitely in trouble.
"Not a problem at all, I'm Marvin McFadden. But my friends call me Mouth!" He flashed his goofy grin as he extended his to hand to hers.
"Pleasure to meet you, Mouth!" She said taking his handshake. "I'm Brooke Davis. Does your brooding friend have an equally adorable nickname?" She asked, looking at the blonde with a playful smirk. He straightened up, realizing for the first time he had been uncomfortably quiet throughout their entire encounter.
"I'm Lucas." His voice cracked slightly from the lack of use, giving her a half smile. She locked her eyes with his thoughtful blue eyes again, pausing for a moment. "I would interject some sort of body part inspired nickname here but I'm afraid I haven't been appointed one." he shrugged in an attempt at lightening the mood as he shoved his hands deep into his pockets.
"Let's just call you Broody then," she winked without missing a beat. Mouth laughed, looking at Lucas with a wide-eyed grin.
"I think that fits, Luke!"
X
The moment Brooke entered Tree Hill she was drowned with attention. Before Lucas even had a chance to welcome her, she already had people practically falling at her feet. She seemed not to notice, but yet again a girl like that has to become immune to that sort of greeting he speculated. Over the weekend he had fought to urge to spend every waking moment staring at the window across from his. But damn, it was hard. He slammed his locker shut, trying to collect his thoughts.
He noticed Peyton watching curiously as the Brunette was sharing a casual conversation with a group of boys from the basketball team.
"New girl, I take it?" Peyton asked, not taking her eyes off the crowd. She cocked her head slightly in interest before looking over at Luke.
"Her name's Brooke, she just moved into Clay's old house." Peyton raised an eyebrow.
"Say hello to the Girl Next Door fantasies, Luke." She said as she slapped her hand across his chest. Lucas raised his hands in the air defensively as they both laughed. Peyton had quickly become one of his closest friends in this school, next to Mouth.
"I don't know what you're talking about, Sawyer." She smirked in response and perked up.
"I think her ears are burning." Peyton said with a nod of her head. Brooke was rapidly approaching them, a heavy air of confidence that came with her. Lucas couldn't help but feel an overwhelming amount of anxiety, as he shifted his weight uncomfortably.
"Hiya, Broody!" She was perpetually bubbly, another quality he was hopelessly attracted to. He hadn't felt this way about a girl since the accident, he hadn't even allowed this sort of a feeling to make it's way to his consciousness. The strong hold she had over him so early was perplexing.
"Hey, Brooke." he tried to mirror the enthusiasm and gave her an a-typical Scott smile. Peyton scoffed, shaking her head slightly at Luke before turning back to the cheery new girl.
"And who is this?" Brooke beamed, turning her attention to Peyton.
"I'm Peyton, and I've heard about you from this guy." She motioned towards Lucas who was now slapping a high five with Jake Jageliski as he passed.
"Is that so?" Brooke kinked an eyebrow in the boy's direction, which he was too distracted to notice.
"All good things of course, nice to meet you Brooke." Peyton said casually, "Normally I'm not the type to take a new girl under my wing but if you haven't noticed there is a horde of people following you like lost sheep and you've been here for what-" she paused to look at the watch on her wrist "about 15 minutes? I think you're going to need a little extra help in these halls." Brooke grinned at Peyton.
"I accept!" Brooke linked arms with Peyton and happily walked away, a budding friendship quickly forming.
Lucas sighed and headed to his first period class, trying to shake the image of the brunette from his mind. Look too a seat in his usual spot at the back of Mr. Knight's classroom and opened his current read, Fitzgerald's first piece of work, This Side of Paradise. He only broke away from the pages as a familiar voice interrupted.
"Lucas Scott!" Skills whooped in his ear as he took a seat behind him. "What ya reading today?" I flashed him the cover and he nodded. "Make sure you give me an overview of the good parts. You know I be reading vicariously through you." He chuckled and I couldn't help but smile back.
"Will do, Skills. Maybe I can find a few lines in hear for you to use for Bevin." Luke grinned as Skills clasped his hands together.
"Not bad, Luke. I could use all the help I can get, she's been icing me out." His eyes flickered to the other side of the room where a certain blonde was doing her best to ignore them.
"Don't worry, she'll come around." Luke turned back to the front as Skills muttered an 'I hope so' and Mr. Knight finally made it to the front of the room. Lucas sank into his seat, trying to avoid the fact that a few desks away from him Peyton and that gorgeously dimpled girl had just taken their seats.