I do not own One Tree Hill
I do not own One Tree Hill. :
This is gonna be what my version of season six would be if I did own One Tree Hill.
Ring-Ring-Ring-Ring
As the irritating cell phone continued to ring, a very hung over Lucas Scott figured the only way to stop it would be to answer it. Why had he picked the most annoying ringtone? Checking the small red clock beside the table he realized that it was twelve in the afternoon. Why did it feel earlier? Had he gotten any sleep last night?
"Hello?"
"Lucas? Oh, thank god you finally answered. I've been calling you for the past couple hours. Why the hell weren't you answering?" Haley's frantic voice came from the other end of the phone line.
"Maybe because I was sleeping? What's wrong Hales?"
"You need to come home, there has.."
"No, I just got here two days ago. We are having fun. We both need time away from Tree Hill. I was hoping that you understood. You said you did. I'll take care of everything when I get home." Lucas was tired of explaining why he took an abrupt trip to Las Vegas. And defiantly tired of explaining why he took who he took.
"There has been an accident, Lucas. Dan was in an accident. And I know that you probably could care less, but right now Jamie is very upset. I think Nathan might be too. He won't talk to me about it."
This was the last thing Lucas was expecting to hear. "How bad is it?" His voice barely whisper level.
"Pretty bad. They don't know if he'll make it."
"Alright, we'll come home right away."
"Okay. I'll see you soon."
After hanging up Lucas stared at his phone for a few minutes. His father might die. Yes, he knew that it would happen but he wasn't expecting it this soon. And how would Jamie take it. He loved Dan. Maybe Dan didn't deserve Jamie's love but Jamie was willing to give it to him. And Nathan? Nathan might say he doesn't care, but Lucas knows deep down he does. He grew up with Dan.
It wasn't until Lucas turned that he realized something wasn't right. This wasn't the room he was in last night. It looked almost exactly like it. Deep blue walls. White carpet. White curtains. That was all the same. But the red luggage case in the corner of the room and the black bra on the dresser. Defiantly not his. He knew getting drunk last night was a bad idea.
He then realized that he was naked. Slowly he turned his head to the right and saw a very naked women next to him. A very naked friend next to him. A very naked Brooke.