To Tree Hill residents basketball is more than just a game or a sport. Over the years, basketball has built a support system, a community, of friends and family. So when local talent Nathan Scott was drafted into the NBA straight out of high school this past summer, it's fair to say it was a huge deal. He was drafted by the Charlotte Bobcats and Nathan, along with Tree Hill residents, couldn't be happier or prouder as it was the closest team to home. It's been six months since Nathan's been playing professionally, and a visit to home is well overdue.


"Hello?"

"Hey, Coach."

Nathan received a laugh. "Nathan Scott. How are you, boy?" Nathan's former high school coach, Brian 'Whitey' Durham, was quite proud of his former athlete. He used to coach him back at High Flyers—a high school designed solely for exquisite basketball players—before Nathan graduated the year before.

"Can't complain."

"I bet. I've seen you play. You're doing well Nathan. I'm proud of you, son."

"Thanks Whitey. It means a lot to hear that."

"So you visiting this tired old man soon or what?"

Nathan chuckled at his former coach's humor. At 65 years Whitey was still coaching at High Flyers year round and seasonally at a small public high school—Tree Hill High. "Yeah, I plan to. I've got a few days to spare before our next game. I've been thinking about coming home and staying till I have to head back."

"Really?" the old man inquired. "Wouldn't happen to do with anyone I know would it?" he asked knowingly.

Nathan laughed. "Actually, yeah. It does."

"I knew you missed your brother," Whitey joked.

"Lucas? Well, yeah, but that's not who I was thinking of Whitey."

The coach laughed. "I know boy, I'm not stupid. Anyone around you can tell you're smitten by a short, feisty girl who goes by the name of-"


"Hey Luke," Haley said as she opened the car's passenger side door and settled inside.

"Hey. You ready?" Haley nodded.

"Thanks again." She normally takes the bus to school but today she had waken up a little later than usual and missed it. She had called Lucas to ask if he could pick her up and drive her to school.

"No problem. Although I figured you would've been on top of things. You're never one to sleep in Hales," Lucas teased. He knew the reason behind her late night. He had called Nathan to congratulate him on his win but the call ended shortly after since Haley was on the other line. Lucas figured the two spent all night talking.

"Yeah. It was, a long night," she shyly responded whilst unconsciously playing with her bracelet.

Lucas glanced over at her. Even though she didn't sleep long, you couldn't tell she was actually tired. In fact, she was glowing. He knew she must be thinking of his brother. He smiled at that. They're what make him believe in true love—especially after yet another one of his relationships didn't work out.

The rest of the car ride to school was quiet with just the faint sound of a morning radio talk show playing. Every local news provider was talking about Nathan's game last night; and the two friends in the car were lucky enough to be close to the NBA player.

Lucas was pulling into the school when the 10 minute warning bell rang. A sea of students started walking towards the building.

"Thanks Luke. I don't know what I would do without you," Haley said as she began to unbuckle her seatbelt.

"No problem. Hey, listen I'm free later if you want a ride to work."

"Actually I got that covered. Thanks though. But, um, maybe you can pick me up after?"

"Sure. Sounds good, your shift ends at 5 right?"

"Yup. See you later Luke," she called out as she shut the door behind her and followed the rest of her classmates inside.

Lucas was just about to put the car in drive when he noticed a piece of paper on the floor of his car. He picked it up and saw it was Haley's homework assignment. He put his car in park, grabbed his keys and the paper, and headed into the school to find her.


Peyton was in the quad sketching when the 10 minute warning bell rang. She began packing her things and started heading into the building when she saw Rachel walking in the same direction. She rolled her eyes at Rachel's skimpy attire. Only she would wear that little to school.

"Who we hating on today P. Sawyer?" Brooke asked as she hooked her arm onto her best friend.

"Who do you think?" Peyton gestured towards Rachel.

"Oh, I should've guessed. Rach-Ho," Brooke said with disgust. The two girls did not like Rachel. She had transferred to Tree Hill High their sophomore year and took over Brooke's title of school bitch and slut, though Brooke couldn't complain. She was thankful to no longer be associated with those titles after she had a change of heart. It helped that the two best friends chose to distant themselves from those who behaved like Rachel. However, the two girls were still considered popular for their cheerleading status; and cheerleading captain is one title Brooke would never give up, especially to someone like Rachel. "Whatever, let's just get through this day."

Haley was rushing to her locker when she suddenly hit the cold floor.

"Hades, be careful next time." Rachel feigned sympathy.

Haley rolled her eyes. She knew she wasn't the most graceful person, and Rachel's "concern" for her well-being added to her anger. She began picking up her dropped books when Rachel placed her heel on top of one of them. Haley sighed in frustration and looked up to see Rachel's "innocent" expression—ironic because everyone their age knew Rachel was anything but innocent.

"Do you mind?" Haley asked as she tried to pull the book from under Rachel.

"Actually, I do mind. See, you want me to do something for you, but how can I? When you wouldn't do something for me." Haley rolled her eyes. The previous year Rachel came to the tutoring center and "asked" for "help." When really she was trying to intimidate Haley into giving her the answers to the midterm and final exam for U.S. History. But because of Haley's morals and values, Haley refused and Rachel ended up failing the class.

"Look, Rachel. I'm already having a sucky day. And you bringing up the past isn't helping, so can you move your plastic ass and leave me alone?" Haley said in a tired but stern voice. She had stood up from her position on the floor, and even though Rachel had at least 3 inches on her, Haley didn't seem to be fazed. She typically ignored Rachel's constant berating but her patience had run out.

"You little bitch. I cannot believe you said that, just wait till-"

"Wait till what?" Peyton cut in. She and Brooke were walking the halls when they saw Rachel talking to a shorter girl who had books sprawled on the floor. Knowing Rachel, the two girls thought it would be best to step in. What they didn't expect was that this much shorter, and typically quieter, girl would stand up for herself. They were impressed.

"Peyton. Brooke." Rachel dryly acknowledged them. She only put up with them because Brooke was her cheerleading captain and Peyton was Brooke's best friend.

"Why don't you head for class? I'm sure all the boys miss your slutty ass and fake nose," Brooke chimed in. She recognized the girl as the tutor Rachel constantly insults.

"Please. You're sticking up for this loser? Brooke, you were the one who introduced me to her as 'ugly-poncho-girl' sophomore year," Rachel spit back.

Brooke looked down in shame for a second before composing back. She wasn't proud of the person she once was and hated to admit that she and Rachel used to have a lot in common. But she's changed since then, she's grown, unlike Rachel. Peyton knew this and defended her friend by saying, "And I'd step back from my friend if I were you, unless you want to have your next period come through your nose." She was about to step in when a voice stopped the four girls.


Lucas jogged into the school, hurrying to catch up to Haley. He knows how much school means to her; it's the equivalence to Nathan's basketball and to his writing. He finally saw her when she tripped and hit the floor hard. If he didn't see the redhead approach Haley with a scowl and tormenting look, he would've laughed at Haley's clumsiness. He saw the back and forth banter and the way the two girls despised each other.

When Rachel called his best friend a "little bitch" he was about to make his appearance, but just then a blonde and brunette approached the two.

He saw from his position in the corner that their conversation was getting heated and when the tall curly-headed blonde in the leather jacket took a step towards the redhead he decided it was time to voice his presence.

"Haley!"

The four girls looked at the tall blonde male who stood at the end of the empty hallway. No classes were in session in that hallway and no students were present besides the four girls and the now one boy.

"Luke?" Haley whispered under her breath.

"Who's the hottie?" Brooke asked out loud.

Lucas jogged up to where the girls were standing. He looked Rachel straight in the eyes with disgust and instantly kneeled to pick up Haley's books from the floor—including the one Rachel had stepped on before. He handed them to Haley and then took her rolled up homework assignment out from his back pocket.

"You left this in car. Figured you might need it."

"Thanks," she said in a quiet and still shocked voice. The last bell signaling for class began to ring.

"Guess that means you're late." Lucas turned to the other girls. "You should probably head to class." He glared at Rachel until she felt her confidence start to crumble and left the group.

"I should get going." Haley gave Lucas a quick hug and turned to the girls. "Oh, and thanks."

The girls smiled and Brooke said, "Any time." Peyton nodded in agreement.

Haley knew she no longer had time to open her locker to put away her books, so she decided to head straight to class.

Lucas watched as Haley turned the corner and looked back at the brunette and blonde that stood up for his friend. "Thanks, for sticking up for Haley."

"No problem," Peyton replied. "Although, you should probably know she was holding up pretty well before we showed up."

"Yeah," he chuckled. He's been on the receiving end of Haley's scolding before. "Trust me, I know." Peyton couldn't help but wonder how, though her thoughts were interrupted when he asked, "Uh, shouldn't you be getting to class?"

"We'll just say we were in the bathroom. No big deal." Brooke spoke before Peyton could. She noticed the eye contact between the two blondes and how they talked like she wasn't there. Still, she couldn't complain; it's been a long time since Peyton's shown somewhat of an interest with someone of the opposite sex since him.

"Ok, well I should get going." Though he was talking to both of them, Lucas looked at Peyton when he said, "I'll be seeing you."


The bell rung signaling the end of class and now everyone was headed to lunch.

"So Broody was hot right?"

Peyton glanced behind her locker to see Brooke standing there.

"What are you talking about Brooke?" Peyton closed her locker and the duo began walking to the quad.

"I mean he was tall, fit, blonde, broody" Brooke gave Peyton a pointed look at the last adjective. "You two could brood together."

"Are you talking about the guy from this morning?" Peyton knew about Brooke's obsessive habit with giving people nicknames.

"Well duh! I thought that was implied when I called him hot and broody."

"Brooke! For all we know he could be Haley's boyfriend." Peyton wasn't sure how true of a statement that was. She figured the two were close and cared for each other, but to what extent she didn't know.

"Really? Huh. Never even thought of that," Brooke tilted her head to the side and began thinking about that morning's scene. "No, I don't think so. I'm pretty sure they would've like kissed instead of hugged. Anyways, how old do you think he is? Definitely not a high schooler. I say 21, at most."

Peyton playfully rolled her eyes as the two sat down at their regular lunch table. Brooke always had a knack at reading people and a deep part of Peyton, the part that would never admit this, really hoped she was right. She pulled her sketchbook from her bag when Brooke said, "Hey, I have an idea. Why don't we just ask her?" And before Peyton could look up, Brooke was already calling and waving Haley over.


Haley had just left her classroom when her phone began to ring. She looked at the caller I.D. and smiled.

"Hey."

"Hey. I figured you'd still be asleep, I just woke up."

Haley laughed. "Yeah, not all of us have the luxury of sleeping in. Some of us have school."

She heard Nathan laugh. She missed him. It had been a little over two weeks since they had seen each other in person—it was for Christmas break. The long distance has been an obstacle in their relationship for the last six months. His career as a professional player has him traveling and training throughout the year. But despite that, their relationship couldn't be stronger. They still talk daily and, according to Lucas, are sickeningly in love.

"That's true. Listen, I gotta head out soon. Clay wants me to go to this late lunch party for some sponsors. I just wanted to call and see how you were before I got ready. So how are you? I know I kept you up late last night." Haley heard the concern in his voice as well as his famous smirk at his last words.

"A little tired, but still good. I actually kinda slept in," she admitted.

"Did you make it to school on time?" he asked surprised, she never was a late sleeper, especially on school days.

"Yeah, Lucas gave me a ride." Haley purposefully left out that mornings events. She knew Nathan could be overprotective and didn't want to worry him.

"I'll make sure to thank him later." She heard a muffled voice in the background and figured it was Nathan's agent. "Sorry Hales. That was Clay. I have to go. I'll call you later okay? I love you."

"Love you too, and say hi to Clay for me."

Haley headed outside into the quad when she heard:

"Tutor girl! Over here!" To Haley's surprise it was Brooke Davis. She cautiously walked over to the lunch table.

"Hi," she said and smiled warily. That morning was the first time the two had interacted outside of class. She and Peyton, on the other hand, have spoken before in previously shared classes.

"Sit down and join us," Brooke smiled.

"Guys, I really appreciate what you did this morning, but I don't need your pity."

"It's not pity, Haley. Besides, you'd be doing us a favor from sitting near them," Peyton referred to Rachel's lunch table full of fellow cheerleaders and jocks.

Haley felt bad now. She realized the girls were being sincere and decided to let her guard down a bit, hoping she wouldn't regret it later. "Thanks," she smiled genuinely.

"So speaking of this morning. That happen often? Rach-Ho bug you much?" Brooke asked, and to Haley's surprise, sincerely.

"Oh, uh, that." Haley looked down. She played with her bracelet and Peyton and Brooke couldn't help but notice. "Every once a while, but I usually just ignore her. This morning I just couldn't hold my tongue."

"Yeah, I noticed. Does your boyfriend know about it?" Brooke boldly asked. Peyton threw her a look of disbelief to which Brooke shrugged and mouthed 'what'.

"How do you know I have a boyfriend?" Although Haley and Nathan have been going strong since her freshman and his sophomore year, she's done a good job at keeping it from her classmates. She's proud of Nathan's success and in no way embarrassed of him or their relationship; but she knows how basketball obsessive the town is in addition to how vain her peers are and she just felt it wasn't any of their business.

"I didn't. You just told me." Brooke smiled triumphantly. "So what's his name?" Peyton noticed Haley's discomfort and wanted to change the subject but Brooke spoke before she could. "He give you that?" She gestured to Haley's bracelet.

They saw a smile and small blush slowly take over Haley's face.


It was their first tutoring session. Nathan was having some trouble with his math homework and Haley offered to help. As a freshman she was very smart and had already taken Geometry—the class Nathan was having trouble in.

They've been dating for a while up to this point. No 'I love you's have been exchanged yet, but both feel it's heading into that direction.

They were currently at the docks—Haley's idea since she felt if they were in a bedroom they'd get 'distracted'. It was also early in the morning before school, this way Nathan could get some practice in before his class that afternoon.

Haley was currently sitting alone, waiting for Nathan. He's ten minutes late when he appears with a brown bag and two drinks.

"Here you go," he said as he placed the first warm drink in front of Haley, completely dismissing her irritated look. He took a sip of his own drink when he looked up and saw she still hasn't touched hers. "What's wrong?" he finally asked.

Haley rolled her eyes at his obliviousness. "You're late, Nathan. We agreed on 6:30." She tapped on her watch for emphasis.

"I'm sorry, okay. It won't happen again. I just thought we could use some fuel to work. Speaking of," he started opening the brown bag and dug out a box of cracker jacks. "Breakfast of champions," he said while holding the box up. Haley rolled her eyes and reached for her backpack. "Please be a cheat sheet," he mumbled. What he pulled out turned out to be a colorful plastic bracelet. Damn, he thought. He looked up, still holding the bracelet, and saw Haley opening the math book to get started. "Here, it's for you." He gestured for her hand.

Haley looked up. "Stop it."

"Come on," he insisted. Haley gave in and extended her arm. Nathan placed the bracelet on her wrist. "Don't say I never gave you anything."


"Nathan. That's his name."

Haley had no idea why she told Peyton and Brooke about Nathan. She doesn't often share personal details of her life to classmates. She had transferred to Tree Hill High her freshman year from another district. She knew no one. At first she tried to make friends, but the summer right before, she had met Nathan and Lucas. They would wind up to be the most important people in her life. She spent the majority of her time with them and their friends so she never saw the need to make or have close ones at Tree Hill High. She has acquaintances, sure, but none she would qualify as friends. In addition, she's wise enough to know that people may use her just for her boyfriend's fame and success. But, she felt she could trust Peyton and Brooke. However, just to be cautious, she chose not to bring up his occupation.

Instead, they continued to talk about other topics—school, interests, hobbies, etc.—until they heard the bell signaling the end of lunch. Brooke surprised Haley once again when she asked if she wanted to hang out after school.

"I have work," Haley answered regretfully.

"Where do you work?" asked Peyton.

"Karen's Cafe. I waitress there, it's actually where I first met Nathan," Haley blushed as she shared that last detail.


It was Haley's first day on the job. Her parents had been blunt with her and said that since they've had to put all her siblings through college, that she should start working to help pay for her own education when the time came. She realized it was a bit unfair; however, she also knew that her father still worked then compared to his now retired status.

So she sought out looking for a job that required little to no experience, would work around her future school hours, and paid well. She finally found one working as a waitress at Karen's Cafe. The owner, Karen, had seemed more than pleased to offer her the job and Haley immediately accepted.

She was wiping the counter from behind when she heard the door's bell jingle indicating a new customer. She looked up and saw two tall males, one blonde and the other dark haired, walk in. Haley figured they had just come from working out considering their attire and sweaty appearance. She noticed them approach the counter and she swiftly took out her pen and paper to ask for their order.

"Hi. How can I help you?" she asked hoping they couldn't tell she was nervous.

The two males looked up at her. "Are you the new waitress?" the blonde asked.

"Uh. Yeah. I'm Haley." She gave them a mini wave then inwardly cursed herself for doing so.

He nodded and said, "I'm Lucas. Our mom owns this place."

"Oh!" she sounded shocked. "You're her sons. Don't take this the wrong way, but I figured you'd be a lot younger the way she talks about you."

Lucas's eyes narrowed in curiosity. "How young?"

Haley gave him a sheepish smile, "Eight."

That's when the dark haired male laughed. Haley turned her attention to him. "I'm Nathan," he offered her his hand and she took it. Their hands lingered for a moment before Karen's voice broke them apart.

"Oh! I see you've met my boys." She came up behind Haley holding two cold glasses of water for Lucas and Nathan.

"Ma. What have you been telling her about us that's got her thinking I'm eight when I'm eighteen."

"Well I was showing her around and we ended up on the roof. She asked why there was a bucket of water balloons in the corner and I told her you and your brother occasionally play up there," she answered innocently.

Haley laughed while the two boys turned red of embarrassment. "To be fair they were full of milk. Not water," quipped Lucas before taking a huge drink of water.

Haley continued to laugh but stopped when she saw Nathan smiling at her. "What?" she asked self-consciously.

He shrugged still smiling. "I like your laugh." His smile quickly turned into a smirk when he saw her blush.

"Drink your water," she ordered. Nathan chuckled as he watched her walk away.


"Aww, how cute!" Brooke gushed. She found Haley adorable and outspokenly self-proclaimed herself the president of the "Naley fan club."

What Haley failed to realize was that the two friends still believed that the blond boy who showed up in the hall that morning was Nathan. So although Peyton was smiling with Brooke, she couldn't help but feel a dim of disappointment at hearing that the boy wasn't single. Still, she didn't let it show and instead said, "Well maybe we'll stop by later. We could all eat together." Brooke immediately lit up at Peyton's suggestion and begged Haley to agree.

Haley laughed and said it sounded great. She gave them quick directions before they all went to their respective classes.


Lucas had a tiresome day. He'd been avoiding phone calls all day in case it was her. But now it was almost 5 and he just arrived at the cafe to pick up his best friend.

He entered the cafe and headed to the front where Haley was picking up an order and tapped her shoulder.

"Hey!" Haley exclaimed. She quickly gave him a side hug. "I'm so sorry. I wasn't expecting it to be this busy. Wait for me here? It's my last order."

He nodded and sat down. His phone began vibrating in his pocket. He pulled it out and her name flashed on the screen. He sighed, pressed ignore, and put his phone away. He knew their conversation was inevitable but he just wanted to push it off as much as he could; he wasn't ready.

Haley appeared seconds later untying her apron. "You ready to go?" he asked while standing up and helping her put on her jean jacket.

"Umm."

Lucas noticed her hesitation and saw her scanning the diner. "What's wrong? Looking for someone?"

"Yeah, just some friends from school. They said they might stop by. But you know what? It's cool. They probably just couldn't make it. Let's go," she quickly said and grabbed his hand so they could leave.

Lucas stopped. "Whoa. Friends?" he lifted an eyebrow. "Who?" He, alongside Nathan, knows that Haley doesn't have, and never voiced that she wanted to have, friends from school, so naturally he was curious.

Haley sighed. She knew how persistent Lucas could be and wouldn't stop prying until she gave in. "The two girls from this morning. They invited me to sit at their lunch table today and I don't know. We just started talking," she looked down almost embarrassed.

Lucas was amused at Haley's chaste explanation. And he would've further questioned her about her new friendship—especially with the blonde—but instead asked her with a serious expression, "Yeah, about this morning. What was that Hales?"

By this point she had let go of his hand and decided to sit down at a nearby table—she figured they'd be talking a while. "Nothing you need to worry about. Okay? She's just a regular mean girl."

"Hales," Lucas pushed. He was now sitting across from her, his hands covering hers.

She looked up from their joined hands and into his eyes. "I swear. It's nothing Luke. She's just got some meaningless vendetta against me because I wouldn't help her cheat. Nothing I can't handle on my own."

He nodded and the look of conviction she gave him begged him to restrain from telling his brother. He knew if the issue was serious she would've told the both of them by now.

Their conversation was cut short when someone interrupted.

"Tutor girl!"

Luke noticed Haley's eyes look up in recognition and saw a smile begin to form. He smiled at that—he figured having friends her own age, and gender, would be good for her. He saw her stand up and embrace the cheery brunette and then the beautiful blonde.

"Sorry we're late. Brooke's fault," Peyton teased before hugging Haley. She noticed the grinning blond boy from that morning sitting down. She and Brooke had seen them holding hands prior to them walking in and couldn't help but feel a bit dismayed.

"Hey! There was a shoe sale. No way was I missing that," Brooke said in defense.

Haley laughed. She really felt that the two could be good for her. "It's fine. I just got off work and we were just talking," she said gesturing to Lucas.

Peyton and Brooke smiled at him and he gave them a wave in response.

"Do you guys want anything? Something to eat or drink?" Haley asked.

"Water's fine," Peyton and Brooke said in unison.

Haley nodded and offered them the two empty seats across from Lucas. "I'll be right back."

The three awkwardly sat there in silence before Brooke spoke up. "I'm Brooke Davis."

"And I'm Peyton Sawyer."

He smiled at them both but eyed Peyton a little longer. "I'm-"

"Nathan, we know. Haley's told us about you," Peyton said. Lucas looked at her confused for a moment. He didn't know whether he should be more shocked that they thought he was Nathan or that they knew about Nathan.

"Really?" he couldn't help but ask. "What has she told you?"

"Don't worry. Nothing bad. Just that you two are very much in love," Brooke said. "And by the way, from what she's told me, you're seriously the cutest and most adorable couple."

Lucas couldn't help but laugh at the brunette's pep. He was about to correct them and then formally introduce himself when Haley appeared and decided to play along for a while longer instead. Haley placed the waters in front of the two girls and sat down next to him. He placed his arm around her shoulders—an occasional habit of his that he knew would look incriminating.

"So what were you talking about while I was gone?" Haley asked.

"Just Naley stuff."

Lucas spoke before Haley could, "What's a Naley?"

"It's Nathan and Haley combined, duh," Brooke stated simply.

The table laughed and Haley noticed Lucas glancing over at Peyton. She smiled, mentally reminding herself to bring it up to him.

"So what do you do?" Peyton asked.

"I'm a writer," Lucas replied, forgetting for a moment he was pretending to be Nathan.

"Nice. Anything I've read?" asked Peyton.

"Doubt it."

Haley scoffed and the table turned to look at her. "He's a great writer. He had his first novel published last year when he was just 20."

Brooke sent Peyton an "I told you so" look referring back to her guess of his age. Peyton playfully rolled her eyes. So Brooke was right about his age, but sadly not about his relationship status.

"Yeah, my first and only published novel. I'm kind of in a writer's block. So in the meantime I'm working part time for the local newspaper." He noticed the girl's sympathetic looks and he shrugged. "It pays the bills."

After a pause, Brooke stated, "So I have a question. Haley told me she started dating you like three years ago, meaning she was like what? 15 years old. And you were then, what? 19? So what made you want to date someone so much younger than you?" Peyton and Haley's jaws dropped at Brooke's question. Peyton couldn't believe Brooke actually asked that, she was curious too, but felt it overstepped a boundary. Haley was just confused at Brooke's question and that it was directed at Lucas whilst Lucas just laughed.

"Brooke, I'm not Nathan," he managed to say in between laughs.

Peyton and Brooke both looked at him in shock. Brooke was quicker to regain her voice. "Wait, then why didn't you say anything when we called you Nathan earlier?"

Haley looked at Lucas with a raised eyebrow urging him to explain. "Because, I don't know." He shrugged still laughing a bit. "I thought it'd be funny to play along." He then screamed in pain when he felt Haley punch his shoulder and Brooke kick his shin. Both muttering the word "jerk" under their breath. Peyton, to his amusement, was still quiet. He may be wrong, but he sensed a glimpse of relief when he revealed he wasn't Haley's boyfriend after all.

"So if you're not Nathan, who are you?" Peyton said after finding her voice.

"I'm his older brother, Lucas." He even held out his hand as if to start over. Neither girl took it. He slowly pulled his hand back.

The table once full of laughter, now held an awkward silence. Brooke broke the silence, "So, you single Lucas?"


So I've had this story in my notes for weeks now. It's the first fanfic I've ever written and I just got the courage to post it. There's more chapters to come, I've got about 8 others completed up to this point. Reviews are more than welcome; constructive criticism as well as compliments or really anything telling me you're reading. Thanks :)