AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is:

1. My first One Tree Hill Story

2. A Brooke and Nathan ship story

3. Basically AU

4. Hopefully not pure shit

RATING: PG-13

DISCLAIMER: I don't own One Tree Hill or it's characters nor do I own the Boston Celtics. I do in fact own a Lil' Wayne ringtone though.

BACKGROUND INFO: Nathan and Haley were never a couple in high school. Brooke and Lucas were never a couple in high school. Nathan played for Duke and then went on to play in the NBA. Everything else you'll learn as you read. If though at any time you feel like there are some things you want to know just review and ask. I'll be glad to oblige.

Chapter One: Congratulations

He groaned as Lil' Wayne's voice filled the once quiet room. He opened one eye and retrieved his phone off his nightstand, but not before contemplating silencing it and going back to bed. He flipped it open without bothering to check the caller ID because he didn't have the energy to attempt to read the small screen. "Hello?" His voice was pained as if the call had interrupted a torture session.

Brooke glanced down at her watch and frowned when she realized that it was only 9:45 her time meaning it was 6:45 in Portland. Somehow in her excitement to wish him congratulations she'd forgotten all about the time difference. "Hey sorry to call so early I was so excited to call that I forgot all about the whole three hours behind thing. You must have like just gotten in from celebrating like an hour ago."

Nathan struggled to sit up. "Uh no should I have been? Am I missing something here Brooke? Did you say you were calling to congratulate me?"

"Uh yeah, but I'm guessing instead of congratulating I'm sharing the news." She paused for a minute before dropping the bombshell. She couldn't believe that he didn't know. "You've been traded to the Celtics."

"What?" Nathan was now fully awake. He'd known for a while now that a lot of other teams had been interested in him. Portland was rebuilding and he was the best thing they had to offer. It also didn't help that next year he was up for a new contract, a big one that they probably were not going to be able to offer him. So they had two options they could trade him for prospects or they could hold onto him for another year and lose him without getting anything in return. Still he figured that they would have at least told him before the deal had been finalized or even called him before clueing in the media to their deal.

"Yeah I'm in the gym about to go my spin class and it's all over NESN. The deal was I guess finalized in the middle of the night. The Celtics traded them three players and some cash in exchange for you. How could you not know this?"

He scoffed. "To tell you the truth I'm not really uh sure. It doesn't help that it's like a quarter to seven and I just woke up."

"So is this a good thing? I would think it's a good thing because the Celtics won the NBA Championship and everything last year and I actually met Paul Pierce just recently and he's like a really nice guy and well no offense to you or anything, but Portland sucks Nate." Brooke rambled.

"Of course this is a good thing. You forgot to mention that I'll be living in the same city as you which will really help my cell phone bill." He joked lamely. Somehow in the seven years since they had graduated from Tree Hill High School Brooke Davis had become his best friend and confidante. She was the person he turned to when deciding whether or not to play a third year of college ball or enter the draft. She was the person who sat next to him as he waited to be called to the podium. Hell she was the person who was sitting at his bedside when he woke up after tearing his ACL during the game against the Nuggets despite the fact that she was supposed to be in Miami that weekend. She was his rock.

"Like I'm going to feel sympathy for you Mister-Two-Million-Dollar-Signing-Bonus to do what I love." She loved to torture him about his signing bonus and his job for that matter. It was their thing.

"Yeah like I'm going to feel sorry for you Miss-I've-Turned-Being-Hot-Into-A-Career, cry me a friggin' river." He shot back.

"Listen Natey I'd love to continue this conversation but the Nazi bitch I call my spin instructor just showed up. I'll call you after class to tell you about the place I picked out for you."

"How do you already have a place picked out for me? Are you blackmailing Danny Ainge or something into trading for me?" He joked, but there was a small part of him that believed she was capable of such antics. She was nothing if not determined.

"Oh how your ego wishes that were true. I was thinking about moving in there because the view is just fucking amazing, but this way I don't have to you can just buy it and I can call it my second home."

He can't help but smile at the way she quietly adds that last part. He's about to point out potential flaws in her plan when he finds he has another call on the line and it's none other than his agent. "We'll discuss this more later, it's Marty. Have a good spin class though I'm not sure why you bother with it, you don't have an ounce of fat on your body except for your boobs which are proof that sometimes fat is a good thing."

"I'm going to ignore your pervish statement. Call you in hour as long as I survive."

As he listens to Marty rattle on about how good this is going to be for his career and make excuses for not calling earlier he can't help but think about how this is the first time in a long time he's truly had something to look forward to.

So that was the end of the first chapter. I hope that it did not like totally suck. I'm looking forward to hearing some of your thoughts and ideas. Please review just to let me know that you didn't think it totally sucked. I love to hear what people think about my stories. If you loved it let me know. If you have any ideas or questions let me know. You get the picture. Thanks for reading. - KRiSTiNEDAHLiNG