OK this is my third fanfic… I'm still working on the other 2. I'm writing one LONG epilogue for A Wedding in Tree Hill and I'm working on Chapter 12 for Going to the Chapel… I had this idea that I couldn't get out of my head. So I had to write it down… Please read and review…

Completely AU… I own the story; the CW and Mark Schwann own the characters…

Everyone's Favorite Hollywood Sweetheart

Summary: Brooke Davis is a successful movie actress whose marriage to professional skateboarder Chase Adams has just ended. Brooke feels like life as she knows it is over… Until she meets 2 men that are going to completely change her life: Lucas Roe, a television writer who has a lot of secrets of his own and Nathan Scott, the bad ass basketball star.

So the characters are:

Brooke Davis – 25, Movie actress

Chase Adams – 26, Professional skateboarder

Lucas Roe – 26, Television writer

Nathan Scott – 26, Lakers Basketball Player

Millicent – 28, Brooke's publicist

Peyton Sawyer – 25, Artist

Haley James – 25, Singer / Songwriter

Chapter 1:

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"Millie I don't care what it looks like. I need to keep all of my appointments. I have worked too hard for too long to let Chase ruin my life," Brooke said into her Bluetooth while she was driving to the set of the talk show she was making an appearance on.

"Brooke I understand, but with the divorce papers being leaked to the press, I'm sure everyone is going to want to talk about your upcoming divorce." Millie said on the other end, "I'm just trying to protect you."

Brooke smiled, "I know you are and I have never thought of you as just being my publicist Millie, you are one of my closest friends." Brooke signaled to exit the freeway, "If I just crawl into a hole and die Chase wins. And I'm not going to let that happen." Brooke still couldn't believe he had filed for divorce, she had asked him for a divorce a year ago and he insisted they could make the relationship work. So Brooke had given in and they tried counseling… It hadn't worked.

Millie pulled Brooke from her thoughts, "Well if you are sure you can handle your upcoming press tour I want you to know what you're up against. Chase's mistress is claiming she's pregnant. There are pictures of her leaving Obstetrics at UCLA Medical Center." Millie sighed, "That fame seeking slut said she's 3 and a half months pregnant and Chase is the father."

Brooke couldn't help but laugh, "Well then it must be a miracle because after Chase's bicycle accident last year the doctor's told him he wouldn't be able to have children." 'It was one of the reasons we were fighting so much,' Brooke thought waiting for Millie's response.

Millie paused, "That's right, what did the doctors call it… Blunt Force Testicular Trauma. I'll get someone in the office to check out the story."

"Thanks Mills. You are the best. Now I better run, I'm at the studio and I'm sure someone is going to be adamant about changing my hair and make-up before I appear on camera." Brooke hung up the phone and glimpsed in the mirror, "I have such great skin I don't know why they always wanna put so much gunk on it." She pulled up to the security booth, "Brooke Davis to see Makenna Reeves."

"May I see some identification Miss Davis?" the guard asked.

Brooke giggled; she has been to this studio at least a hundred times, "Sure thing." Brooke fumbled through her purse and pulled out her drivers' license.

After checking her license against his registered list he smiled and returned it to her, "You're clear, by the way my daughter loved your last film, she can't wait to see Red Door."

"Well thank you, I'm a little late, but when I come back I'll pose for a picture with you and write your daughter a lovely note. What is her name?" Brooke said as she put back on her sun glasses.

"Thank you Miss Davis, her name is Ava, she's 14. If you could do that for me I would be the coolest father in the world." He said excitedly.

"No problem," Brooke glanced at his name tag, "Joseph, I should be done with all the show in about an hour. Will you still be here?"

"Yes ma'am, you can count on it." Joseph said.

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Brooke grabbed her purse and headed towards the large trailer. "Brooke Davis," she said to the girl sitting out front, "I'm a few minutes late."

The girl looked up at her, "Miss Davis have you already been to hair and make-up?"

Brooke rolled her eyes behind her glasses, "No. I am late; I'm supposed to appear on Makenna Reeves's show in like 15 minutes."

The girl looked at her clipboard, "OK have you been to the hair trailer yet?"

Brooke was beginning to get irritated 'did she even hear what I said,' she thought, "Can you just tell me which sound stage I need to go to?"

"Yeah it's the second one on the left, but if you haven't been to hair and make-up they're just going to send you back to see me."

Brooke walked away and mumbled, "I'll take my chances." 'I look fine.' Brooke thought to herself. She was wearing a pair of snug Seven jeans that hugged every one of her assets perfectly. On top she was wearing a halter top she had designed herself. To complete the look she was wearing a cute pair of Chanel wedges and carried a matching bag. Her hair was pulled into a loose ponytail and she didn't have on a stitch of make-up. She walked by a mirror and stared at herself for one final second, 'I look like the girl next door,' she thought, 'which is exactly what my last character was.' Brooke removed her sunglasses as she walked onto the large sound stage.

She was looking for someone to talk to when she heard a voice behind her, "You must be Brooke Davis."

Brooke was so deep in thought she jumped, "Sorry, I'm not usually this jumpy." She turned to shake his hand, "Brooke Davis, but you already knew that."

"Lucas Roe," the man said, "I'm the other guest on Mrs. Reeve's show today."

"Well nice to meet you Lucas." Brooke said with a smile, she couldn't help but stare into his piercing blue eyes. "So what are you promoting?" Brooke hoped he wasn't some bit actor from her last movie.

"My latest pilot just got picked up by the CW." Lucas said running his hands through his hair, "I'm the head writer for three of the top teen dramas on television right now."

"Sounds exciting," Brooke couldn't stop smiling, 'why are you flirting with him?' she thought to herself, 'the ink isn't even dry on your divorce papers yet.'

"So do you think you're going to make the jump to more mainstream movies soon?" Lucas said grabbing a water bottle, "Do you want one?"

Brooke nodded, "Thank you," she opened the water, "I would love to be a part of a big budget film, but the stuff that gets sent to my agent…" Brooke stopped herself, she didn't want to sound bitchy, especially not to Lucas him being a writer and all.

Lucas smiled, "Let me guess most of the stuff sent to your agent isn't the type of film you want to do?" Lucas finished for her.

"Exactly," Brooke took a sip of her water, "I only want to make movies that touch people. I want to matter, that's why I am so picky. Girl Behind the Red Door has been my only big studio film to date, and even that was released through Fox's independent production company."

Lucas got close to her, "Well if I may be so forward, I have a movie script I have been working on. I would love to send it to you." Lucas noticed she smelled of oranges.

"Sure," Brooke felt like she couldn't breathe, a man hadn't made her feel this way in a long time, "Do you have a pen? I'll give you my publicist's number." Brooke knew she would never see the script that way, besides Millie would ask a million questions and tell her it was a bad idea to even be seen with another man right now, even if it was business related, "On second thought let me give you my personal number."

"Great," Lucas said, "I'm shopping it around to the big companies in the next few weeks so I might be the writer that delivers your first big budget hit."

Brooke felt her cheeks redden, she was going to see what Lucas was doing after the taping when a small woman wearing glasses appeared, "Miss Davis are you ready for your microphone check?"

"Yes," Brooke said turning away from Lucas. "It was a pleasure to meet you Mr. Roe." Brooke said, extending her hand to him.

Lucas grabbed her hand and shook it eagerly, "No Miss Davis the pleasure was all mine." Brooke turned to leave; she looked back at Lucas with a smile and noticed him wink at her.

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"Now everybody I'm pleased to introduce my first guest… you know her best for her breakout role as Samantha Smith from the hit movie High Schools End, next she'll be starring as Vivienne in the indie flick Girl Behind the Red Door please welcome Brooke Davis." Makenna said. Brooke entered the stage to enormous applause, waving to the people in the audience as she went to her seat. Lucas was overwhelmed by how attractive she was, 'definitely hotter in person,' Lucas thought as he watched her closely on the monitors.

"Hi," Brooke said before sitting down, she turned to the audience, "Hello everyone."

"So Brooke, how had life been treating you, I'm sure my audience is dying to know?" Makenna asked.

Brooke heard all of the cat calls and looked out into the audience and noticed a 'Marry Me Brooke!' sign, it made her smile, "Well I know most of my peers prefer to keep their private life well private, but I'm sure all of your know that my husband Chase recently filed for divorce." Brooke paused for the boos, 'Millie is going to kill me,' she thought. "It has been a little difficult lately, so I have just been staying busy. In Red Door I play Vivienne, a high school senior thrust into the limelight because of a rumor. She tries to make the most of a bad situation, I think we have a clip."

Makenna turned to the screens, "We do," after the clip finished Makenna turned to Brooke, "So what's next for Brooke Davis?"

"Well Makenna, I just started preparing for my latest film. It's about ta girl named Frankie, played by me, who is a complete wallflower. She dreams of being the popular cheerleader type. I don't want to give too much away, but I have been having the best time on set." Brooke said with a giggle.

"Does it bother you that you're still getting high school roles?" Makenna asked.

"No, not at all, I think it's flattering that casting directors think I still look 17. I am 25 after all." Brooke paused, "I try and mix it up, I think my next project is going to be something fun, maybe a zombie movie."

"A zombie movie, those are typically reserved for the girl destined for a reality television show. Why would you want to make a horror film?" Makenna said.

"As an homage to my late father… He used to take me to the movies growing up and zombie flicks were his favorite. The Dead movies by George Romero were his absolute favorite." Brooke smiled thinking of her father who she had lost last year after a long battle of cancer, "because of him I think I have seen every zombie movie ever made."

"Well we need to go to commercial, all you writers out there watching Brooke Davis wants to make gory zombie movie. We'll be right back." Makenna said to the camera. When the light turned red she turned to Brooke, "Which girl did your make-up it looks flawless?"

"I was late, I'm actually not wearing any make-up." Brooke whispered.

"How are us normal girls supposed to compete with that? Beautiful, funny and perfect skin." Makenna laughed.

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Brooke was leaving the set when she stopped to watch Lucas on the monitors, 'he looks so dreamy,' Brooke thought, 'I could stare at him all day.' Brooke looked at her watch, "Shit I'm going to be running late all day." Brooke hurried to her car where she sat for 15 minutes writing out the perfect letter to Joseph's daughter Ava. She drove up to the back of the security booth, "Joseph?" Brooke called out.

"Miss Davis," Joseph smiled sheepishly, "I didn't think you were going to come back."

Brooke placed her hands on her hips, "Whatever gave you that idea? I'm not your typical celebrity." Brooke handed him a sealed envelope, "Here this is for Ava."

"Thank you Miss Davis," Joseph said tucking it into his jacket pocket, "You don't know how much this will mean to her."

"I was a little girl once Joseph, I completely understand." Brooke said posing for the camera. Brooke planted a kiss on his cheek as Joseph snapped the shot, "Now hopefully that won't get you in trouble with Mrs. Joseph."

"Oh no, she wouldn't believe me even if she saw the picture with her own eyes." Joseph said.

"Oh wait I have one more thing," Brooke ran back to her car and grabbed a press bag from the Makenna Reeves' Show. "I won't have any use for any of this stuff, take it home with you."

Joseph looked puzzled, "Are you sure you're an actress Miss Davis?"

"Yes." Brooke said with a smile as she walked back to her Volkswagen convertible, 'I am so so late' she thought.

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Brooke pulled up to the Staple Center and found a tiny cheerleader glaring at her. "I know I'm late, things ran late at the show. Have you been waiting long?"

"I get that you're a celebrity Brooke, but my time is just as valuable as yours." She said with a huff.

Brooke wanted to laugh 'less than an hour ago I was practically called a saint and now this one thinks I'm high maintenance' she thought; Millie had said Carrie was the best. "So when do I learn the routine?"

"Have you ever cheered before?" Carrie asked while opening the door to the locker room.

"Yes, I cheered in high school. We even won a few championships." Brooke said with a smile.

"Well look around Toto you aren't in Kansas anymore. Lakers cheer is the big leagues, we pride ourselves on being one of the best squads in basketball. It's a lot different then high school cheer." Carrie glared.

"Well let me change and stretch out, and you can show me." Brooke said, "Where do I change?"

"Cheerleaders change in here, but you are not a cheerleader," Carrie scoffed, "The ladies room is down the hall."

As Brooke left she turned to Carrie, "Thank you, I wasn't hoping for any special treatment." Brooke changed into a small pair of sweat shorts and a tank top. She stretched a little before exiting the restroom. She wasn't paying attention and suddenly ended up flat on her ass. "Ouch" she said from the floor.

"I'm so sorry; I wasn't watching where I was going. I'm late for practice." The guy said pulling Brooke to her feet.

"It's alright, I'm sure I didn't help matters by being a total space cadet." Brooke smiled at the tall boy with beautiful blue eyes, "Brooke Davis," she said.

"Nathan Scott, but you probably already knew that," Nathan said.

"Ummm actually I didn't." Brooke rolled her eyes, "Are you a goalie or something?"

Nathan laughed, "Wrong sport. What kind of Laker girl are you? I thought before you made the squad they made sure you understood the sport?"

"I'm not a Laker girl." Brooke turned to leave, "You really don't know who I am?"

"Nope." Nathan said bouncing the basketball that had rolled down the hall, "Should I?"

Brooke giggled, "Probably not I suppose, I better get going before Carrie starts yelling. It was nice meeting you Nathan."

"I'm sure I'll see you around Davis." Nathan said.

Nathan entered the gym; Coach yelled "Number 23 give me 10 laps since you're 10 minutes late."

Nathan put down his bag and started running around the court, 'she was really beautiful' he thought, 'I would do 100 more laps if it meant I could have gotten her number.'

Brooke entered the locker room, "Did you get lost or something?" Carrie said with a twinge of hostility.

"No, I ran into Nathan Scott… Literally." Brooke said as she sat down and stretched to touch her toes.

"Nathan Scott was just in the hall?" Carrie said running to the door to check.

"Yeah, he didn't know who I was. He thought I was a new cheerleader," Brooke said as she bent to do a walk over.

"Wait," Carrie turned, "He talked to you?"

"Yeah he ran right into me." Brooke said as she did a back handspring. Carrie looked impressed, "Still got it. I used to be in gymnastics and ballet too. So I'm sure you won't have any trouble teaching me the new routine."

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Nathan always hated half-time. "The cheerleaders always act so serious," Nathan said to his teammate number 19, "They must think all these people come here to see them perform."

"Ladies and Gentlemen I'm proud to introduce for your viewing pleasure… You're LA Laker Girls!" The announcer yelled.

Nathan watched them all run out on to the floor, he was about to make fun of them when he noticed Brooke, "Hey this is going to be great, that girl in front is brand new. Carrie wouldn't even let her change in the locker room."

Number 19 looked up, "Dude that's Brooke Davis."

"How did you know her name did you push her down too," Nathan said before he took a big gulp of water.

"No Nate she's some sort of Hollywood Starlet, all over the tabloid magazines." Number 19 laughed, "Where have you been?"

"Mars I guess," Nathan quit listening to him and was only focusing on Brooke. 'She is so beautiful' Nathan thought to himself again, 'I should have known she was an actress.' Nathan listened as the music started and Brooke started doing tumbles down the court, "Damn, where did she learn that."

"I hear she's the total package man, going through a divorce" Number 19 said, "If you ask me her husband is an idiot because I would give my shooting arm for one taste of that." Nathan simply nodded, he knew what he meant.

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"I don't know how you pulled it off, but you did great Brooke." Carrie said with a smile, "If the whole movie star thing doesn't work out give me a call."

"Thanks," Brooke said, "I'll be back soon, I'm preparing for an upcoming role. My publicist said you were the best." Brooke left the locker room and headed outside, it was nice not to be surrounded by paparazzi, "Maybe I'll just fade into obscurity and become a cheerleader" she said aloud to herself.

"You could pull it off, you were incredible."

Brooke turned, "Well, well if it isn't Nathan Scott. I have it on good authority that you are the star forward for the Lakers." Brooke smiled, "Sorry I didn't recognize you earlier. I haven't exactly followed basketball since high school."

"Well I won't hold it against you." Nathan said with a smirk, "You just didn't know you were in the presence of a basketball God."

Brooke laughed, "Yeah okay… Well Mr. Basketball-god-legend-man are to walk a girl to her car. It is dark after all," Brooke bated her eyelashes at him, "You wouldn't want anything to happen to little old me would you." She said doing her best Scarlet O'Hara impression.

"Whatever you say princess," Nathan put his hand on the small of her back, "Where did you park because I'm not walking past player parking."

Brooke felt her body tingle under his touch, "Alright Scott, what do I get if my car is parked closer than yours?"

"Game on Davis… It's not gonna happen. I am the lead scorer. I have front row center." Nathan said, "When I win I want a kiss from those sweet looking lips of yours."

'Nathan Scott' Brooke wanted to yell at him then she decided she would beat him at his own game… Brooke jumped up on him and threw her legs around his back, she could feel him getting a little aroused, she whispered in his ears, "Why even wait lover boy," she pulled away and touched her nose to his, she reached into her pocket and hit her car alarm and hopped down. "Now you."

Nathan couldn't believe how close she was parked, or that 'Hollywood's Sweetheart' just grinded against him, 'I hope she didn't notice that she got me hot and bothered,' he thought to himself, he pushed his car alarm, "Shit," he muttered under his breath.

He didn't have to say anything Brooke knew that she had won, "I guess being an actress has some perks." Brooke giggled, "Here's my number, you should call me sometime hot shot."

"What for," Nathan said.

Brooke got in his face again, "So I can collect my winnings, as of right now you owe me, see you later." Brooke was walking to her car when she heard Nathan behind her; he grabbed her hand, pulled her into him and kissed her hard. When she finally pulled away, she felt herself blush.

"I'll call you tomorrow Davis, drive home safe."

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So whatcha think? I couldn't get this story out of my head… If I get some reviews I'll keep up with it.

Lots of Love!

Krystal