Disclaimer: I don't own One Tree Hill. It belongs to the Mark Schwahn and the CW. The story is based on the book The Dashwood Sisters' Secrets of Love by Rosie Rushton. Some of the secrets are from the book. The rest are my own.
Summary: The James sisters once had the perfect life. But now, they find themselves losing faith—especially when it comes to love. It isn't until they move to the small town of Tree Hill that their lives are onceagain turned upside down. But what started out as a horrible situation, might just be what the girls need to truly heal their hearts. Couples are Naley, Brucas, and Jeyton.
Secrets of Love
Prologue
Haley's P.O.V.
The James clan had always been very close. Growing up in a house passed down from generation to generation will do that to you. It's amazing how years of the James' family history can be compiled into one ideal structure. From the elaborate Victorian entranceway to the spacious bedrooms upstairs, this house is perfect. Personally, my favorite area is the living room. With the big fireplace, plush couches, and huge bookcase, it has always given me that safe, homey feeling. On the mantle of our fireplace sits all of our family photos—a five-year-old Brooke playing dress up, Peyton winning an art award in the fifth grade, and a toothless me grinning like an idiot the day my dad bought me my first (kid-size) piano.
But I'm getting ahead of myself here. Let me tell you a little bit about my family first. I have two sisters—Peyton and Brooke. Some people can't believe that we're related because we all look and act so different. Peyton is the oldest. She's very pretty. She's got curly blonde hair (like my mom-except she straightens hers), dark brown eyes, and is a skinny stick (wish I had gotten those genes!). She's 17 and is going to be a senior in high school this year. We attend Saint Regent's Academy. It's an all girls private school that only the best families in Charleston can afford (if you haven't guessed yet, we live in Charleston, South Carolina). Peyton is what I like to define as the "Broody Artist." She's always up in her room listening to tragic rock bands and drawing her sketches. Despite the weird music, she's really talented. She's such an amazing artist that she even has her own column in the school newspaper. Peyton is also very caring and wise. She's the sister I go to when I need practical advice.
My other sister Brooke, however, is the ideal "Wild Child." Seriously, that girl scares me sometimes. She is always, and I do mean always, perky. Her past times are fashion, gossip, and boys. Although many may perceive her as superficial, she has an amazing heart. Let's just say, don't expect to hurt her sisters and get away with it. But once you break down the walls she puts up, you can really see that she is a compassionate person. Also, it helps that Brooke is absolutely gorgeous! Her long, wavy brown hair, cute little dimples when she smiles, and her trim figure can get anyone's attention. Yep, the boys of Charleston never stood a chance. She's 16 and is going to be a junior.
As for me, I'm the quieter and more reserved one. "Tutor Girl" as Brooke likes to call me. I have light auburn hair, chocolate brown eyes, and a slim, yet petite, figure. Peyton and Brooke always bust me up saying how I have the whole hott-girl-next-door thing going on. But every time they say that, it just makes me laugh in their faces. I'm kind of a quirky tomboy. Except, I'm not into sports. School is my thing. I've always gotten straight A's and am the school's number one tutor. Hence, my nickname from Brooke. I'm 15 and am going into my sophomore year of high school. I know, we all are really close in age. I guess you could say my mom pulled a Britney Spears in her early years.
Anyway, my parents are total goofballs. They've always had that eccentric spark to them. Whether they're cracking jokes or making witty remarks, they've definitely never been boring. There was not once a time when they turned their backs on each other. My mom and dad were the most loving and stable couple I knew. I use the word "were" because that all changed the day Dad met Olivia. A few winks, seductive smiles, and two perky breasts later and our dad fell madly in love. Within three months he'd filed for a divorce from our mom. Peyton, Brooke, and I were devastated. As for Mom, we didn't know if her heart would survive. Our family was torn apart all because of some stupid blonde bimbo with a fetish for organic foods. That was a year ago. Even now, we're still dealing with the aftermath. We had all lost not only our perfect family, but our faith in true love. At the time, we had thought that it was the worst thing in the world that could happen to us. Little did we know, something far more painful loomed ahead.