Background: Lucas and Nathan live with Dan and Deb because Karen moved to Europe when Lucas was younger.
Brooke lives with her parents in New York City.
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16 year old Brooke Davis sat on the edge of her bed, fighting back tears. She just got the news that her parents were on the plane that crashed in South Carolina, leaving no survivors.
"Brooke?" a lady said, walking into Brooke's bedroom.
"Yes?" Brooke asked, wiping her eyes.
"I'm here to talk about your living arrangements.
"I'm staying here." Brooke told her sternly.
"I'm afraid we can't let you do that Brooke, you're a minor." The lady told her.
"I've lived by myself for the past year. My parents were on a road trip across the country." Brooke said.
"I'm sorry Brooke, according to your parents wills, you will be sent to live in North Carolina with your godparents.
"You're kidding." Brooke exclaimed
"No Brooke, I'm not. You will have to pack your things tomorrow. We will leave Thursday." The lady said.
After she left, Brooke cried and cried. When she finally woke up, it was already Wednesday afternoon.
"Shit." She mumbled to herself, knowing that now she only has tonight to pack everything she owns.
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"Mom, you can't be serious." Nathan said at dinner Wednesday night.
"I'm sorry honey. But Mr. and Mrs. Davis asked us this when their daughter was a baby." Deb explained.
"How old is she?" Lucas asked
"Your age. It might not be that bad…." Deb said, passing Lucas the potatoes.
"Mom! A girl that we don't even know is moving in with us tomorrow." Nathan pointed out.
"I know, but maybe she'll be nice." Deb told them.
"Maybe? What if she's crazy? What if she wants to kill us all?" Nathan said loudly.
"Nathan, be reasonable." Deb told him.
"Reasonable? A random girl is moving in with us, and you want me to be reasonable."
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The next morning, the mover picked up all of Brooke's things, and she was on her way to North Carolina.
"I'm leaving New York City for a small town in the middle of no where." An angry Brooke mumbled on the plane.
When they arrived in North Carolina, Brooke and the lady that was bringing her got a taxi.
"Brooke, I know you don't like this but maybe it won't be all that bad." The lady said, the last few words trailing off in the air as they pulled up at the house…..well mansion.
"Wow." Brooke said surprised "You didn't say they were loaded."
"I didn't' know." The lady told her, looking at her watch "I have another appointment I can't miss. So, we need to hurry it up."
"I can go alone." Brooke told her confidentaly.
"I don't know if that's the best id---"
"It'll be fine." Brooke cut her off. But truthfully, Brooke knew she would have a bigger urge to leave with the lady.
Brooke walked up slowly, making note of the beautiful landscaping in front of the house.
She knocked on the door cautiously, taking a deep breath as it opened.
"You must be Brooke." The happy lady said "I'm Deb Scott."
Brooke forced a smile "Nice to meet you."
"C'mon in. we were just sitting down for dinner." Deb told her, motioning for her to leave her bags at the front door.
"Thanks." Brooke said.
"So, I guess the Child Services told you about us?" Deb said as they walked to the back of the house.
"No, not really." Brooke said, letting out a small laugh.
"Well then. I live here with my husband and my son, and my step-son." Deb told her.
"Oh." Brooke said
"Nathan and Lucas are both your age." Deb said to her as they walked into the dining room.
"Boys, this is Brooke." Deb said, pulling out Brooke's chair across from Nathan and Lucas
"Hi." Brooke said quietly.
Nathan and Lucas didn't say anything at all. They had to admit, she was a very pretty girl, but she just intruded in their house.
"This is gonna be a long year." Nathan whispered to Lucas.
"You're telling me." Lucas whispered back.