Won't Go Home Without You.
By LostInWriting
Disclaimer: I do not own One Tree Hill as it belongs to Mark Schwahn and the CW. The title of this story & the lyrics within it are from the song 'Won't Go Home Without You' by Maroon 5. I do not own this either. This song and its lyrics belong to Maroon 5. The song used within the story is 'Don't You (Forget About Me)' by Simple Minds.
Summary: On the other side of the country, far away from home, Brooke Davis is feeling even more lost and insecure. That is until Julian Baker stumbles across her doing a ridiculous Molly Ringwald dance. Will Brooke open her heart to a boy with such an illegal grin?
Authors Note: Hey everyone! So this is my new Brulian FF. I've had this idea for a while but only recently put pen to paper. It's a bit AU and had a time jump later on in the story. Those of you who are wondering about 'Comes A Time', I have just been focusing on a couple of smaller FFs at the minute but I will update 'Comes A Time' in the New Year! xoxo
Tell me your troubles and doubts
Giving me everything inside and out and
Love's strange so real in the dark
Think of the tender things that we were working on
Don't you forget about me!
Brooke Davis, once the most popular party girl in Tree Hill, was now hidden away in one of the many rooms of her parent's large Los Angeles summer house. Staying in one of the liveliest cities in the world, Brooke would usually be out shopping and partying but she had already been there for two weeks and felt like she had done everything.
The truth was; she missed Tree Hill. She missed her white house with the red door; she loved being the girl behind that red door but the door in LA was brown...she hated brown. She missed her best friend Peyton. Sure they had had their differences the past year but they had come out stronger. Hell, she even missed Tutor girl. She and Haley had their differences but she had grown on Brooke over the year and she hated not being there for Haley and Nathan whilst they were going through their marital problems. She knew exactly how Nathan would be acting because they were so similar. He would be acting stubborn with Haley and lock his heart away; just like Brooke had done with Broody...He was the one she missed the most. The only person to have broke her heart and yet still owns it. He has crushed it into a million pieces but she still managed to love him.
The day Brooke left for California was still printed in the back of her mind, a never ending montage of scenes that continued to replay. Lucas Scott had finally admitted his true feelings and told Brooke that he loved her. But instead of staying and sorting things out, Brooke ran and left for California. Two weeks had passed and she hadn't spoken to him once, she just tried to keep herself busy and away from Victoria.
"Brooke," a high pitched voice echoed through the house followed by the sound of Prada heels.
"Eughhh," Brooke grumbled throwing the pillow from under head on to of her face so that she could hide from Victoria as she lay on the bed.
"Brooke Penelope Davis, it is rude to ignore someone when they're shouting you," Victoria pointed out, still looking for Brooke.
"What Victoria?" Brooke shouted at Victoria as she appeared in the doorway. "What is so important that you'd want to disturb me?"
"Brooke that is no way to speak to your mother and in the future you will call me mom or mother, not Victoria. You're not an adult yet," Victoria commented. She was on older version of Brooke both in looks and personality. They had a bad relationship though despite their similarities and always had done. Brooke never felt like she had parents in the whole 17 years of her existence. Her dad cared more about his golf clubs and Victoria was hardly ever around. Brooke swore to herself that she would never be like that when she had children. That was the difference between her and Victoria; Brooke had emotions.
"Fine mother, what do you want?" she stressed the mother part.
"Get yourself ready, we're going out."
"You're taking me out?" Brooke asked, shocked that her mother wanted to spend time with her.
"We're all going out, me you and your father."
Brooke hadn't been out with her parents on a family trip ever. This would be their first time.
"Where are we going?"
"Sylvia Baker is having a dinner party and we're going."
"Of course," Brooke said sarcastically. Of course it was too good to be true that her parents would want to spend alone time with her. "But you hate Sylvia Baker; she's your competition in the business."
"Exactly, that's why we have to go and act like a family to prove that I'm better than her."
"And how's that exactly?"
"Well, I have something that she hasn't. A family." Brooke sniggered at this statement. She would hardly call them a family. "She's going through a divorce with Paul and she has that odd son of hers."
"Mother, that's not very nice."
"Who said I was nice. Now go take a shower and get ready. We're leaving in an hour!"
Sylvia Baker was one of LA's most famous publicists and Victoria Davis' bitter rival. She lived in a large mansion on the east side of town where dinner parties were the 'in' thing and only those without class went out to the clubs. Hence why Sylvia was throwing an exquisite party for her friends and rivals.
Brooke couldn't believe how fast she had got ready; it had become her best time yet. She arrived at Sylvia's house with both of her parents in tow. Dressed in a red halter neck dress that fit her comfortably, she walked into the glamorous house where she was surrounded by the high and mighty of Los Angeles. Brooke had never felt so out of place.
"Victoria, darling," Sylvia called to Victoria as she waltzed through the crowd of people. She kissed Victoria on both cheeks and then greeted Richard and Brooke in a similar way. "Please come through, I want you to meet some executives from New York. Brooke dear, feel free to roam the house. My Julian is around here somewhere." Before Brooke could say anything, both of her parents and Sylvia had left her standing on her own, unsure of where to go.
Julian hated his mom's dinner parties and usually he chose to stay in his room watching 'The Breakfast Club' and other great 80s films. But for this party his mom had made him put on a shirt and tie and greet all of her guests. He thought that they were pretentious morons in suits and hoped to God that he never turned out like them. He decided that his mom was too drunk to remember that he was even in the house so he set out for his favorite room in the house; the library.
Sylvia had told Brooke to roam around the house and that is definitely what Brooke did. It was in Brooke's nature to be nosey so being free to look around a person's house this big, was a form of heaven for Brooke. She got excited over the littlest things; from the hidden family photos in the study to the many different pills in the bathroom cabinet.
The next room that she ventured into happened to be the library. She had never been one for books and even more so now that they reminded her of him. The smell of the pages as she walked further into the room as the door closed behind her. The room was petite yet every wall had a full bookcase against it. She scanned the bookcase, looking for Lucas' favorite novel but there was so many books that she was sure that she couldn't find it so quickly gave up. As she looked round the room, she spotted a cd player in the corner. She pressed play, wanting music to drone out her thoughts about Lucas.
Hey, hey, hey, hey
The sound of Simple Minds boomed through the library; Brooke loved this song. She closed her eyes and let the song take over. She started dancing slow at first but as the song continued, the music took over Brooke's mind and she was dancing crazily, just like Molly Ringwald, shaking her head and kicking her legs as she danced. She was that lost in the music that she didn't hear a teenage boy enter the room.
"Oh wow, Breakfast Club," he said shocking Brooke. She stopped dancing and turned the music off. "You're the Priss," he pointed to Brooke.
"Let me guess, you're the stoner?"She sarcastically replied.
"Err if you say so, they end up together" he grinned cheekily.
Brooke laughed at his cockiness. "You must be Julian?"
"And you're Brooke Davis. I've read all about you"
"You have?"
"Nah not really, I've just always wanted to say it."
His grin captivated Brooke and lit up the room. She immediately forgot all about Lucas and their problems. Julian was attractive, to say the least. His tanned skin showed that he obviously spent a lot of time in the sun and he had a muscular body, Brooke could tell through his shirt.
Julian couldn't believe that someone so beautiful was stood in his library. He could stop and stare at her smile forever; those dimples were too adorable. When he looked at her, he saw past her dimples and porcelain face and saw the real Brooke; the broken girl who was barely getting by. He did not know the girl stood before her, but it broke his heart to see someone so hurt. The smile on her face was fake, he could see that much.
"So you're here with your parents then?" he asked sitting on the desk to his left.
"Unfortunately, yes. My mom wants to prove something to your mom, I don't really know," she shrugged.
"Moms huh?"
"Something like that. Why aren't you out there?"
"I don't really like pretentious people and every single one of them out there is conceited in some way. Why are you in here?"
"Honestly...I was being nosey. I don't know anyone out there so I thought that I would have a look round your house. I don't seem to have come across your bedroom though," she mischievously replied.
"That could be arranged," he said and received a playful slap on the leg from Brooke who took a seat next to him on the desk.
"You're confident considering we've only just met."
"I'm a good sense of character; I knew that you had a good sense of humor."
"Am I really that obvious?"
"No, I just spend a lot of time with girls. I understand them better than guys."
"A bit full of yourself there Fabio."
"No not like that. I meant that my best friends are girls, that's all."
"I understand. I have a guy best friend back home." She looked at her lap nervously as the thought of Tree Hill crept into her mind and along with it, Lucas.
"I thought that you weren't from LA. Where are you from?"
"I live in a small town called Tree Hill in North Carolina. Or at least I used to."
"What changed?"
"It's a long story," she shook her head.
"I don't mind listening; I mean what else are we going to at this ridiculous excuse for a party?"
"Good point. Well I guess it all started with Lucas Scott."
"So you've left Lucas and Peyton on their own all summer? Do you trust them?" Julian asked after listening intently to everything that Brooke had spoke about; her disastrous relationship with Lucas, the breakdown of her friendship with Peyton, how her parents lost their fortune and how she had stupidly trusted a new guy called Felix.
"I don't know if I'll ever trust them. I wish I was there for Peyton though. She's had a tough year and I haven't been there for her at all. I resent that."
"Yeah but didn't she do the same to you when she and Lucas got together?"
"Maybe, but I would never want to do that to her. I'm better than that, or at least that's what I thought. If I can't be there for her this summer, then somebody needs to be and if that's Luke then I'm going to have to just accept it."
"You're a good person Brooke," Julian complimented her.
"You can't say that; you don't know me Julian Baker," she told him.
"I think I do Brooke Davis."
She replied with a smile; he talked to her so comfortingly. He was like no one that Brooke had ever met. She willingly told him everything; her story, her feelings because she felt like he actually listened to what she had to say. Something that not many people had done recently.
Two more hours passed and Julian and Brooke did not stopping talking for the entire time. She felt so comfortable around him.
"I had a great night Brooke, thanks. You actually made this night bearable," Julian said as Brooke was about to leave. He was shifting his feet around from nerves because of what he was about to ask her.
"I had a good time too movie boy," she winked and turned to leave.
"Brooke, I know that you don't know anyone really in LA so I was wondering if you...if you errm maybe wanted to meet up?"
Normally she would make up an excuse but there was something about his dark brown eyes filled with warmth and his illegal grin that compelled Brooke, compelled her into agreeing to his suggestion.
"Sure, why not. You're actually not bad company," she joked causing his illegal grin to prevail. "Pass me your arm." Julian happily held out his arm as she grabbed a pen from the desk. She rolled up his sleeve and he couldn't help but shiver at her touch. He felt the pen rub against his skin in her handwriting and he did not ever want to wash that arm again. Once she was finished, he held it up and saw that she had wrote what he could only assume to be her phone number.
"See you are around Julian." She left him in the library, grinning at his newly signed arm marked with Brooke's number.
Authors Note: I don't know if I should continue with this story so please let me know if its something that you would like to see more of in reviews! Thankyouuu!