Summer Lovin'
Disclaimer: We do not own One Tree Hill or any of its characters. We do however own the first season on dvd and you can't take that away from us.
Authors Note: This is fanfiction is based on the first few episodes of One Tree Hill, although events will differ from then on with the entrance of Tristan and Rory, from the Gilmore Girls. Hope you enjoy!
Chapter 1. Get the party started -
'Hey girl. Guess who's 21st we're invited too? Gary's brother – what's-his-name? I forget. I think it starts with T….but I'm not sure. Gone blank. Anyway enough boring stuff I just wanted to let you know it starts at eight, bring Peyton. Get her out of the house; she's becoming a hermit. There will be drinks supplied and they have a D.J. Okay? Call me if you need more details but ah, drinks supplied and D.J? I think that's all that's important. Be there, it's at Gary's; it is going to go off. Trust me.'
The click of the receiver was heard loudly after Theresa's euphoric voice ended.
Brooke pressed the stop button on the answering machine.
Going to the Party…easy.
Convincing Peyton to get out of bed…hard.
A 21st was a rare event in One Tree Hill being that everyone fled for something supposedly better almost as soon as they hit legal age.
Brooke wasn't going to let this event slip by without a fight. She flicked on the television to get the weather. It was warm at the moment but it humid and gross, making her hair do funny things.
Brooke half-watched as the forecasters said it might storm.
'No, no, no. Do not do this to me. Damn,' Brooke said aloud to no one but her 'jeans it is then.'
Groaning she turned off the screen. Those guys were doing this because they hate her. They also don't know what they are on about, they said it was going to be hot yesterday and it was freezing. Unreliable weather people. Her dog was better about predicting the weather then those guys.
Grabbing the phone she started dialling the numbers of people that she would have to convince to go.
Broody.
For one thing he needed to have some fun, and she was more then happy to be the one to show him a good time. Yep Lucas was definitely coming.
Nathan? Brooke had to think about this for a second.
He had recently, well semi-recently broken up with her best friend. Peyton was not heart-broken but she was in a dark place at the moment so the decision to call him was 50/50.
Now he was one boy who could party.
She guessed she could call Tim and he would pass on the message like a good little helper.
Brooke sighed. She was too far out for words; already things were falling into place.
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Haley sat in the front seat of Lucas's car, skimming over his C.D's as she tried to find something suitable to match her mood. As much as she tried, Lucas was a lost cause when it came to picking out anything with a beat.
What the hell? Violin music?
'Ah, Lucas. When did we last go music store hunting? Because if I was a stranger to your weird and unusual habits, I would assume you were a blast from the past. You know, from the eighteenth century,' she joked around, snorting as she narrowed her eyes to view some of the small text written on the round disks. Lucas quickly threw a glance at the C.D's in her hand. He pointed to the Kiss album that she held with confusion.
'Hey, what about that one. That one's a classic,' he stated indignantly.
Haley cocked both of her brows and snorted. 'Yeah, whatever. I mean my grandmother liked this band.'
'Well then she would have been an interesting woman to meet, obviously her taste in music wasn't inherited by her granddaughter.' She sucker punched him in the arm and pulled back a layer of brown hair.
'Watch the road.' Lucas's prehistoric cell phone was heard from the back seat of his ute, complaining madly as it jumped around with its powerful vibrations. Haley rolled her eyes. 'Your cars beeping.'
'Can you get that? I would, but I'm kind of driving.' He said, looking back over his shoulder.
'You don't say?' Haley retorted. 'Because I was under the misconception that the car was driving itself.' Twisting around in her chair, she groped blindly around the back seat, her hand accidentally pushing the phone into a crevice causing her to curse out loud when she heard the thud of the phone. 'Never again am I going to do this. Your car is a mess, Lucas, when is the last time you cleaned it out?'
'Hey, I've been busy....'
'Sure you have.' Her body distorted into a weird angle as she retrieved the cell phone, her face flushed from the exertion.
'So who's calling?' Lucas inquired, trying not to take his eyes from the road, but failing miserably. Haley's eyebrows furrowed together in confusion.
'Brooke? What would she want on a Friday night? Lucas.' Glancing over at her best friend in suspicion, she saw him quickly divert his eyes from the phone back to the road.
'Well I guess you're just going to have to find out. Could you please answer it, that ringing is driving me insane.'
Shrugging her shoulders with a heaving sigh, Haley answered the demanding caller. 'Hello, Lucas's phone.' She said, trying to sound chirpy.
'Who is this? And why have you got Lucas's phone?' Haley heard a husky voice demand on the other end of the line. Voice recognition obviously wasn't a strong point for the sassy cheerleader, though she estimated it was more envy over another girl picking up the phone than the reality of who it was.
'Brooke, what do you want?' She asked, her voice sounding bored.
There was a pause.
'How do you know my name? And who are you?' The voice grew suspicious as it lowered.
'Your name was kind of blinking at me through the screen and the whole huskiness was a dead give away. This is Haley by the way, in case you've forgotten. Lucas's best friend.'
'Oh, so I am obviously in his address book. Good. Well tell Lucas that he's invited to Gary's brothers twenty first, its down on old Burnley street, he'll easily spot it trust me. Oh and it starts at eight, tell him he HAS to be there because it is going to be one hell of a party.'
Nodding slightly, Haley agreed to pass on the message and hung up, pulling a strand of hair behind one ear. She wasn't going to dwell on the fact that she was completely ignored by the girl on the phone, bitchiness towards her in particular was very common. Especially when it came to the illegitamit Scott son.
'Yeah, so are you going to tell me what she wanted, or are we going to play twenty questions?' Lucas asked humorously, tapping his steering wheel.
'Well it seems your invited to…Wait, let me get this straight.' Haley scrunched up her nose as she tried to remember word for word what she'd just heard. 'Gary's brothers twenty first? Yeah, I think that's right. She makes it clear that if you aren't there she will not be a very cheerful cheerleader.'
It was Lukes turn to frown as he tried to recall anyone of that name. 'Gary…Gary? Could that be the guy from my basketball team that I've spoken to like once?'
'Well at least you know a Gary. So, what are you going to do? It started at eight.' As if by coincidence the clock ticked over to show precisely nine o'clock.
'Hot chocolate,' the blond stated without any hesitation. 'Then maybe, just maybe, we happen to turn up a little late? To help celebrate Gary's brothers twenty first of course.'
She laughed and stared out the windscreen. 'Yeah, I mean you barely know the guy. Why not? It hasn't stopped us before.'
'So do I need to drop you off to do whatever girls do before a party.'
'What? Getting trapped into doing something with my family? I think I'll pass.'
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Peyton stared at her sketchbook and frowned. Why was she drawing Lucas? It wasn't like she thought about him. But there he was, his chiselled face and blue eyes stared back at her, contradicting her own thoughts.
'Oh whatever, the drawing sucks anyway.' Peyton said as she ripped the page from her book and was about to scrunch it up. She stopped and looked at it again.
Maybe she would keep it. For now. It wasn't really that bad.
She sat down on the chair by her desk and glanced at the web cam. Boring day today guys.
With that thought in mind, noise, and a lot of it was starting to make it's way to her room. That could only be one thing. Her best friend, and fellow cheerleader, Brooke.
The door burst open and there she stood, hands on her hips with a pouty look plastered on her face.
'What? Peyton. I told you that party starts at eight. What are you doing wearing….that?' She pointed disgustingly at the grey sweats Peyton liked to wear when she felt lazy.
'Well I don't know if I want to go and get wasted with a bunch of people I see every day at school. I'm kind of over it.' She said this, her voice taking on a monotone pitch as she flopped on her bed.
Her friend was having none of it. 'Oh stop it, you and your moods. It's hard for your best friend to keep track. And we are going, it's lucky I came around early.' Brooke stated as she walked over to Peyton's wardrobe and thrust open the doors looking for something suitable for her to wear.
Peyton sat up on her bed and watched her brown haired friend rummage through her clothes. 'Brooke, it's ten o'clock.'
'Yes that's right.' Brooke turned around giving her a look one gave someone strange. 'Only losers go on time.'
Peyton laughed at her friend. 'And you came up with this theory how?'
'Ah duh! experience.' Brooke pranced around the room, discarding her search, rather preferring to show off her new red halter top to go with her designer jeans. 'You like? I picked it up especially for Lucas.'
Peyton rolled her eyes and scowled. 'Your obsession with that guy has taken on another form of crazy.'
Brooke grinned wildly, her dark eyes flashing at her best friend. 'I know, and he's going to love it.'
Brooke must have spotted the drawing Peyton should have thrown away and made a tsk-tsk with her voice. 'Oh looky here. Now I wonder who else should be joining my lunacy?'
'Oh please. It's just a stupid drawing. He's all yours if you want him.' Peyton said with a flick of her hand.
'Oh I want him.' Brooke picked up the picture and flashed her eyes at Peyton. 'Do you mind if I keep this?'
Peyton wanted to say no, but what would that mean? She could draw another one.
'Sure, he's all yours. Have fun.' Peyton said with sarcasm as she decided to look for something to wear that would compete with her friends outfit.
Brooke kissed the picture and held it up next to her face. 'We are a cute couple aren't we?' Brooke's husky voice asked then she laughed which in turn made Peyton laugh.
Two laughing, crazy cheerleaders. Peyton thought. She could use it for her next comic strip.
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