Author's Note: I'm not sure what this is going to end up like. I wanted to write a Brooke/Nathan but it's not a definite. It could still end up Brooke/Nathan but it may also be a Brooke/Lucas. Who knows? I don't! Enjoy anyway.

Chapter One: Fairytale Beginnings And Endings

Brooke Davis couldn't believe her eyes. One moment she was sitting down in assembly, utterly bored out of her mind and cursing Lucas for not showing up. And then the next, he was standing in front of her - and their entrie senior class - singing their song.

Her best friend, Peyton, howled with laughter at the horrified look on Brooke's face as she watched her boyfriend prancing around on stage singing his own unique version of 'Let's Get It On'.

Brooke's face turned a deep shade of red as she covered her mouth with her hands and tried to sink into her seat, despite the fact she was right at the front.

Even the students and teachers were enjoying the impromptu performance.

To add to her embarrassment, Lucas came down from the stage and came towards his girlfriend of two years. She shook her head emphatically as he edged towards her and grabbed her hand.

Let me do what I want to do.

All I want to do is make love to you.

Lucas sang – well, tried to anyway – into the microphone as he took Brooke's hand and led her to the front of the hall in front of everybody.

All I want to do is make love to you.

He snaked his hand around her waist and held her close as she continued. In embarrassment, she buried her head against his chest, hoping that the song was drawing to a close and there was a perfectly good explanation for his actions.

You give me good feeeeeeeeeeling.

He screeched and Brooke cringed. Trust her to pick the guy who was tone deaf.

She'd never actually heard him sing before. He usually just muttered along to the lyrics and it was usually her who was singing along at every concert they went to, or in the car as she drove. Usually, Lucas begged her to stop singing and listen to the music, but she never listened and carried on as usual.

But this time the tables had turned and she was the one begging him to stop.

Eventually the song drew to an end and he stepped back from her as he shouted the final few words into the microphone.

Let's get it ooooooooooooooooooooooooon.

He ended on his knees in front of her and was greeted with whoops and cheers from the school. Red-faced and out of breath, Lucas smiled up at Brooke.

"Lucas… what's going on?" she whispered, pleading with her eyes for him to get up.

He said nothing; instead he reached into his pocket and pulled out a box.

"Brooke," he spoke clearly into the microphone. "I love you so much. The way you laugh, the things you say, the way you can make me smile just by being there with me. I love you. You're the Cheery to my Broody and I can't think of another moment without you by my side."

"Lucas…" she began as she wondered if this was what she thought it was.

"Brooke Davis," he opened up the box to reveal a silver band with a perfectly cut diamond sitting in the centre, "Will you do me the honor of agreeing to be my wife?" he asked.

There was a collective audible gasp from the audience as they waited for Brooke's answer.

She could feeltwo hundred pairs of eyes on her as she contemplated the scene in front of her.

Lucas looked at her, half-hopeful, half-terrified. She could almost see the thoughts running through his head – he was looking for the quickest exit strategy if she said no.

So Brooke said the first thing that came to her head.

Which just happened to be the same thing that was in her heart.

"Duh!" she said as she grinned broadly. It was matched by Lucas' own grin and he sighed with relief as he slipped the ring onto her finger. He stood up and hugged her, thanking her for not letting him make more of an idiot of himself.

"Thank you," he whispered as her held her tight, "You just made me the happiest guy on the planet. I love you."

"Love you too, Broody," she said back as they pulled apart slightly and she kissed him on the lips.

More whoops and cheers resounded around the hall as the couple celebrated their engagement.

Raven basketball star proposing to his high-school sweetheart in front of their peers in the most memorable proclamation of love in Tree Hill High history.

Brooke's happiness overwhelmed her and all the embarrassment she'd previously been feeling had fled out of her mind.

For the future Mrs. Lucas Scott, her fairytale had just begun.

Nathan took another swig of his beer as he stared impassively at the picture in front of him. It sort of made him laugh when he thought about the smiles plastered across the faces in the image. They seemed so fake now. It almost felt like a joke.

A sick, cruel joke.

If you'd told Nathan Scott three years ago that he'd be married to Haley James, he'd have laughed.

Similarly, if you'd told Nathan Scott two and a half years ago that he'd be divorced before he even graduated; he'd have probably laughed and held his wife close.

Not that the divorce papers had even been filed yet. He had been contemplating it and met with his lawyers but so far nothing that been decided.

He turned his wedding photo face down on the kitchen counter and drained the remains of his beer, tossing it idly in the trash can and listening to it smash as it hit the floor of it.

Nathan smirked.

His bedroom door opened and the smirk faded as he turned his interest back to the magazine he had supposedly been reading. Haley struggled with her bags and boxes and cast a glance at her husband, who refused to even acknowledge her. She placed her belongings with the other bags and boxes accumulated by the front door.

"What happened to my keyboard?" she asked as she noticed it wasn't there. He had bought it for her when they'd first got married. Almost two and a half years previously.

"It broke so I threw it out," he stated without even looking at her or turning around. He flipped a page of his magazine.

"Like the Wedding Wall broke?" she asked looking at the big empty space where it used to reside.

"No," Nathan said, "I burnt that." Haley could see that he was almost enjoying this. It was his version of revenge for the hurt Haley had caused him. Haley didn't say anything but sadly sighed as she looked around their – no, sorry, his – apartment. A single wall painted a horrible pink color and covered up with a portrait of a clown that never stopped giving her the creeps.

He'd done it all because of her.

Because she walked out on him after less than three months of marriage to follow her dreams.

Dreams which meant nothing because he wasn't there to share it with her.

Haley knew that she probably deserved it but still there was the feeling that they could still work it out somehow.

If only he'd stop being so stubborn, she thought to herself. She could sense that she'd already overstayed her welcome and so decided that the best thing to do was give him a little space and see if they could either start again or if they'd make it a clean split.

"I think I'm done," she told him, "I just need to load up Taylor's car." Haley wondered if Nathan would bother helping her – a little motion that could tell her that there was still hope.

But he didn't move from his position at the kitchen counter.

"Okay, well, um… if you need me you've got my number. It's only Taylor and I in the apartment so we should pretty much be in all the time. You know, just in case I forgot anything or… something," Haley chewed her bottom lip nervously. When Nathan turned a page of his magazine, it told her that he wasn't bothered.

She began to pick up her suitcases and boxes and take them down to the car. It took her three trips but eventually she managed to fit everything inside. She decided to come back up to say her goodbyes, hoping it wouldn't be her last.

When she came back up, Nathan was still at the kitchen counter, although she suspected he hadn't turned the page.

"Goodbye Nathan," she said simply before she turned around and closed the front door.

Once he heard the door click shut, Nathan pushed his magazine out of the way and put his head in his hands. Glancing briefly at the wedding picture pushed underneath the magazine, he got up from his chair and made his way to the fridge.

Opening it, he took the only thing he could find to try and dull the pain.

Another beer.

Haley sat in her car for a few moments to collect her thoughts. She looked up at the apartment they'd shared in the happiest months of her life and realized that she had lost the one man she loved most.

For Mrs. Nathan Scott; her fairytale had fallen apart.

To Be Continued…