I Don't Own One Tree Hill, Or It's Characters.

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Lucas is a 25 year old male, who has just moved back to Tree Hill to come close with his father again. He and Brooke have been together for two years, and have been living in a town that was 3 hours away. Brooke is 23. They have been having a lot of problems lately, Lucas drinks but mostly only on weekends. His father is Keith Scott (Not Dan)... and Karin is his Step mom. Brooke and Lucas aren't even sleeping in same bedroom anymore, in Lucas' house.

Peyton Sawyer is an 18 year old girl, with the same problems as before the loneliness and all. Her mom still died when she was young. Brooke, Lucas and Peyton have never met before... well until now.
I hope you like it, feel free to review. The next chapter will get more interesting lol.

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She stood there staring at herself, deep and hard Trying to see something she loved, but sadly she couldn't. She was just Peyton, Peyton Sawyer. She wasn't just your average 18 year old cheerleader like everyone thought. Sure she had the long sliming body, the blonde hair and the blue eyes but most people don't know the real Peyton Sawyer. She was more of the quiet type and kind of liked to think of herself as a "rocker". If she was ever to label herself. She had all the clothes, and loved the music. If her dad would allow her to get tattoos or piercing she would probably get those too. She was just your normal teenager, she didn't know what she wanted to be when she grew up, heck she didn't even know where she was going to end up tomorrow. She had few friends, and liked to keep to herself. Everybody that knew of her, thought she was kind of rude, but really in all honesty she wasn't that rude. She just didn't like people getting too close. She had a fear of letting herself go because of what happened the last time. Sure her and Jake weren't dating, but he shouldn't have lead her on, and said that he liked her and later after he kissed her said he did. She hasn't kissed a boy since, and has never wanted a relationship since. She likes to think she is independent, that she doesn't need anybody to make her happy, but deep down she knows she needs somebody. But she is too scared to admit it.

Her world at the moment consisted of sleeping, listening to music and drawing. She loved to draw and she was very good at it. Her mother dead when she was young, and her father hasn't stopped drinking since. Her dad didn't really seem to notice anything anymore. Sure he was there physically but emotionally or mentally he wasn't. He was always partying and had his friends over, some of them were really strange but knew never to make a pass on his daughter, or they would have the whole town after him. The only person she actually talks to that is like a father type to her would be her father's best friend; Keith Scott. He was kind and caring and always knew what to say and when to say it.

Just then she heard a loud laugh coming from downstairs. She quickly turned up some Rise Against and went on her merry way doing her art. She knew if he came upstairs when her music was on, she could act like she didn't hear him knocking. She didn't want to hear his bitter thoughts at the moment. At the moment she just wanted to draw. She rarely ever went to school anymore, since her dad never noticed, what's the point she thought.. Now her days consisted of sleeping drawing, and music, and she liked it that way. No one to bother her.

She put on her pyjamas and then sat down to start back on her picture she was drawing. She was drawing a picture of herself. With her steady hand, and talent she could become an artist if she wanted to. Maybe someday open her own gallery or something? But she doubted it. She would probably just be your average 20-year old living in an apartment with a roommate, where they can both hardly afford rent, let alone food. Her stomach growled at her, and she groaned. That meant she had to go downstairs with everybody there. She didn't even care that she was in pyjama pants and tank top, she knew nobody important would be downstairs.

She quickly got up and headed toward the stairs, but now before stopping at the top of the stairs. She could hear his laughter, his friends laugher, they where playing there golf game like always. Laughing and acting like they where having a blast, but as soon as they would leave Larry Sawyer, would become upset and emotional, he would start thinking about to many things for his own good. Which bothered her, sure it was alright once in a while, but not all the time. Heck, she even drinks once in while, just not all the time. It's not really her thing, either are drugs although she has tried them.

Suddenly she heard somebody speak that wasn't familiar to her, she had never heard that laugh before. His laugh was deep, and sexy. She suddenly looked down at herself, her clothes; what she was wearing? But shrugged it off, it was probably just one of her dad's friends or something. Nobody important at all. She tip topped down the first steps quietly, trying to listen to their conversation but sadly she wasn't the best as eaves-dropping. So she decided to head down the rest of the stairs and check out the scene.

She wished she could just get away from it all, all the partying, and hurting. The hurt she saw in her dad's eyes every time she looked at him, the way they seemed almost duller than the loving vibrant eyes she once gazed upon. She looked up and saw her dad "dressed in plaid" he was shooting at the golf game, "That stupid golf game, all they do is sit around, party and play golf" She hated that game, she remembered the first time Keith had put it in there house, it was out of the bar, and they tried to get her to play it. She wouldn't touch that thing with a ten foot pole, she just had no interest in it, she never liked being around her dad for longer then a couple of minutes, so why would she sit and play some stupid golf with him. The tv was still on, of course the sound was muffled by their laugher. It was always on the same channel, I swear nobody even watches that thing. Keith was also, playing with the golf machine, that was nothing unusual, they did that almost every night. She didn't see anybody new though, kind of strange she thought… maybe it was just Keith she heard? She makes her way to the kitchen. She quickly puts her head down and walks over to the fridge.

"I wish could be invisible just for this second!"

then her father wouldn't start talking to her, or see her and he would leave her alone but she knew that wasn't going to happen. "Hey Baby, how are you today?" Larry asks his daughter. "Fine, Dad. Just leave me alone please" she replies looking into the fridge. She sighs. She wasn't in the mood to cook, she never was and of course there was nothing in the fridge to eat that you couldn't "make". She goes to the cupboard and pulls out a box of crackers, and placing them hard on the table, she sits on the chair with her legs crossed. She grabs the box of animal crackers and rips it open. And as she takes the first bite, she looks up. Across from her she sees a male, he looked to be in his twenties, a bit un-kept, it looked like he hadn't shaved in a week or many two. He had blonde hair and very blue eyes. From what she could see he was wearing a band t-shirt, one she knew all too well; a Rise Against t-shirt. She actually owed the same one. She trying not to hold her stare, but she couldn't help it. She looked over to her right and there sat a girl, she looked to be in her twenties also, with long red hair, she had a lot of eyeliner on. She was wearing a big black jacket, "I guess she isn't wanting to stay long" so thought. There is a women and a man sitting in front her, at the other side of the table. Her mouth drops, she was right there was new people here and they were sitting right in front of her. She suddenly remembered what she was wearing and quickly placed her feet on the ground, and began to sit properly.

Suddenly Keith clears his throat. "Hey, Peyton, I would like you to meet my son and his girlfriend" he points over to two people she had just saw.

"This is Lucas " he says well pointing to the man that was staring at her from the other side of her round dining room table. He from the way he looked there he seemed to have short blonde hair, and blue eyes. She squinted her eyes a little, she saw a little something beside his eye, an eyebrow piercing. "And this is Brooke" he says well pointing.

"Hi, I'm Peyton nice to meet you both" she said well staring at them both. "Sorry about my clothes, i didn't really think anybody was here" she said while trying to hide her smirk, she was never any good at lying.

"Oh it's all good" he replies while smiling. As the night grew on though, Peyton was actually enjoying being in her father's company. Which is something that never happened, not anymore at least. She was actually smiling and laughing, not pretending either. She was actually having an amazing time! Lucas was so nice, and seemed to make her laugh. They had gotten into a deep conversation about writing, and how he is trying to become a writer. Just then finally Brooke spoke up from out of the corner. Peyton hadn't even remembered that she even there, she was just too quiet.

"Hey, Karia, or whatever you're name is do you know where i can get some papers?" she said like it was nothing! Peyton looked at her in shock, she couldn't believe she had just asked her that, like that, in front of her father! let alone a person she had just met. Heck, this girl couldn't even remember her name! She looked back at Lucas and then back at Brooke. Who does this girl think she is?

Lucas looked at Brooke in shock, "did she really need to do her drugs here?" he thought.

"Actually It's Peyton and sadly I don't do drugs so no" she said with a smile on her face, and went back to the conversation with Lucas. For some reason she felt like she already knew him, yet she had just met him. "It's weird" she thought.

"Lucas, I wanna go home" Brooke said well butting into the conversation between her boyfriend and Peyton.

"Oh okay, fine" he replied.

"Well, it was nice meeting you Peyt" he said well starting to stand up.

"Ya, it was nice to meet you too. Oh and by the way you are so my new best friend" she replied smiling.

"Sounds good" he replied.

With that Brooke, Lucas and Keith leave and go home. Leaving Peyton at home with Larry alone.

She goes to run away, back to her lonely bedroom but it was already too late, he already started up the conversation about her mom.

"This is gonna be a long night" she said to herself, well sitting back down in the chair next to her dad.