Description:
My name is Lucas Scott. 4 years ago my friends and I graduated from Tree Hill High. Peyton found love in L.A. with a guy called Julian. Haley became a famous musician and ended things with her husband Nathan. Nathan is a big shot basketball player for the Bobcats. Brooke started a shop in Tree Hill, but is slowly becoming lonely. Me? Well, I just became a Tree Hill Ravens basketball coach, lost and trying to find my way.
Chapter 1
He groaned and turned over to his side, to turn off his alarm clock. It was seven thirty in the morning, way too early to get up on a Monday, but he had to get ready to go to work. He groaned again as he pulled the bed covers off his body, letting the cool air touch his skin, he walked sleepily to the bathroom, and switched on the shower.
Ten minutes later he came out. Refreshed and more awake, he pulled on his 'Ravens Coach' T-shirt, and then pulled up his faded blue jeans. He grabbed the bath towel that he threw on his bed and began to rub his hair dry, when his phone shone light, and began ringing on his desk next to his laptop.
"Hello?" He heard a loud muffled sound, and then a huge sigh. Something was going on.
"Broody? I need your help."
It was Brooke. Lucas chuckled as he heard his nickname again. Since the first day they met, Brooke knew instantly that Lucas was the 'brooding' kind of guy, and Lucas knew that Brooke was his 'Pretty Girl' or 'Cheery' depending on whatever mood she was in.
"Hey pretty girl. What's up?"
"Well, you know that I'm opening my store soon, right? Oh yeah, of course you do, no-one forgets about Brooke Davis!"
Lucas chuckled, everyone listened to Brooke, she was constantly talking and she was the best friend to everyone in the group. "Of course, how could I not forget?" He replied jokingly.
"Yeah, anyways," Brooke said in her dismissive tone, "there's all these heavy boxes that need moving, and I would ask Haley, but she's touring now, and Nathan's in Charlotte playing basketball for the Bobcats, so I thought," Brooke then turned into her cheeky/flirty tone, knowing Lucas wouldn't turn her down, "who wouldn't be better at moving all these heavy boxes than my brooding, strong, and very sexy man?!"
Lucas chuckled again. Whenever Brooke wanted someone to do something for her, she would always shower them with compliments knowing that they would never turn down her dimpled smile and cute voice. "Brooke… I can't… I need to go to work…" He heard Brooke sigh and could picture her pouting and whining about how no-one does anything for her, yet she does everything for them.
"Come on Lucas please! Hey I know, if you come and move all of these boxes for me, I'll let you take me out on a nice, possibly romantic, meal! What do you say?"
"I say, why is Brooke Davis offering me the chance to take her out?"
"Hmmmm, I don't know… Maybe it's because I know that you'll come now."
"Is that right now?" Lucas heard Brooke hum in response. He rubbed the back of his neck for a moment, considering his options. One, go to work and be bored out of his brains. Or two, go and help Brooke and then take her out afterwards, for a nice, not romantic, meal. It was no choice really… "Right, okay I'll come over. I'll tell Skills that I'm ill, He'll cover for me."
"Yay, I knew you wouldn't let me down Broody! Hey look, come by in 20 okay, I need to do some things first."
"Sure. See you in twenty, pretty girl," he chuckled as his ended the conversation. Nothing had changed about Brooke. Well, nothing that he could see…
Brooke was walking to test the lights when she saw one of the mannequins on the brown, newly laminated floor. Slowly, she bent down to reach it and huffed heavily as the mannequin was too heavy for her to handle.
"Need any help?"
She heard the familiar voice and smiled; still trying to lift up the mannequin, she replied, "Uhuh! Man, these are heavier than they look!"
Lucas chuckled as he helped his friend lift up the plastic body from the floor and onto the lit uo white box beside it.
"Thanks." Brooke said smiling, as she patted the dust off of her new black dress. She walked over back to the light switch and flicked it upwards; expecting the store to light up, but instead it stayed a dim shaded store. "Great! Just great! We open in a week and the lights don't frickin' work! If I knew the technician was going to suck this bad, I wouldn't have hired him!"
Lucas walked up to Brooke and smiled, seeing her pout and whine was the normality. Brooke Davis, the strong fearless, beautiful person, yet the same person who could bitch about everything until the day she went to her grave. "Here let me have a look at your fuse box. Maybe I could help."
Brooke grinned showing her deep dimples, and started to laugh loudly. "I can picture it now, 'Lucas Scott, the basketball coach, the author and now the technician,' how come you are so damn talented huh?"
Lucas gave his pretty girl a cheeky wink, "I just have my ways miss Davis…"
"Oh god, don't ever call me that again! You sounded like you were talking to my mom!"
"Okay, okay. I just have my ways…Pretty girl."
"See much better! Come on, it's over here." Brooke winked at one of her best friends and swayed her hips whilst walking to the fuse box.
Hope you guys like what you have read so far, next chaptr will be up soon! Reviews are welcome! Thanks for reading xo
