Title: Just Watch The Fireworks
Author: undiscoveredwriter
Pairings: Brooke/Julian. Brooke/Lucas.
Rating: Teen/Adult; Adult content. Mild language.
Disclaimer: I do not own One Tree Hill.
Summary: AUish. Brooke Davis, the beautiful, popular girl everyone in Tree Hill loves. She is the party girl. She has fun and regrets nothing. Julian Baker, the gorgeous bad boy everyone in Tree Hill (except his friends) loathes. They're the same age but he doesn't attend school. She's had an easy life but his has been a rough ride from the get go. They meet, arguments and witty banter occur but will this chance meeting create an unexpected relationship?

A/N: I have taken names from Supernatural and the movie Never Back Down (so I don't own those). The title of this chapter is a song by Pete Murray. I origanlly wrote this story as a BrookeOC fanfic but then Julian came into the equation so I decided to change it.


Chapter One

Better Days

Tree Hill.

A small town in North Carolina, on the east coast of the United States of America.

From the outside, it's like any ordinary town. Beautifully built houses with white picket fences and neatly kept lawns. Children playing, having fun within their town's beloved streets. The residents going to the town's usual Friday Night basketball game, enjoying the company of their neighbours. Everyone, basically, getting along. Teenagers falling in love and spending the rest of their lives together. But with this town not everything, that meets the eye, is as it seems...

There is one thing that seemed to put the perfect image of Tree Hill out of place and that something was Julian Baker.

He and his friends reek havoc among the Tree Hill residents, making their lives almost unbearable. He's definitely the bad boy and his friends follow his every move, doing as he does. Everyone knows about Julian and his friends; Dean Winchester, Jake Tyler, Carter Webb and Dean's brother, Sam Winchester. They do what they want and don't care what people think of them.

Although, that would change for Julian, as soon, he would care about the opinions of a certain brunette.

His eyes opened slowly and he groaned. Great, another hang-over! He thought. He grabbed his head and sat up, taking in his surroundings. He looked around and noticed that he was in his house, if you could call it that. He looked to his left and noticed that nobody was there but there was a note: Amazing night, maybe another time... Another girl as well as another hang-over.

"Julian!" He heard a voice shouting his name.

"What?" He murmured.

"Julian!" The voice shouted again.

"What?" He said back.

"Julian!" Again, the voice shouted his name.

"What?" He shouted back.

Dean walked into the room, an amused expression on his face.

"Jeez dude, chill! I just wanted to know how last night went...blond, huh? How was she?"

"She was insane, dude! The things she did," he whistled as he shook his head, "they were insane," he smirked.

"Nice! So, what we doing today?" Dean asked.

"Urm, I dunno, isn't there a club opening, Trip? or Tric? We should go check it out."

"Yeah, okay, I'll call the guys," Dean said as getting up and walked out of the room.

He rubbed his eyes and took a closer look at his room. It wasn't exactly luxurious, in fact it was far from it but to him, it was home; one of the very many he had lived in. Many people think they know his life story. Sure, he drinks, he smokes and sometimes if his day was extra hard, he would do a line but what the people of Tree Hill said about him were mostly rumours.

He hated rumours.

People making pointless gossip and possibly making someones life that little harder, all for their own pleasure. It was wrong.

Of course they knew the story of his parents. His father? Unable to walk and sometimes talk due to the level of alcohol substance inside him; A drunk. His mother? Currently whoring herself up on a street corner; A hooker. His life was far from perfect, far from okay but he didn't care about his mom and dad, they hadn't cared about him, so he simply returned the favour. He didn't go to school but he had a job, paying his own way.

At times it was hard but whose life wasn't?

He just wishes his was a bit easier.

-x-

It was a school day; another one in a long line of many.

For that reason, she woke up fairly early, although she wasn't too happy because, for some reason, some idiot had a party the night before. However, she decided that she had missed too many lessons already and they weren't even a month into the school year, so she got up pretty early to make it to at least two or three lessons.

Although, she doubts she'll make it to those lessons, it's just nice to think she put the effort in.

Person in question? Brooke Davis.

Popular. Pretty. Party girl. She was wanted, needed, loved and loathed, envied and desired. People jumped at the chance to do something with her or for her. She was a queen. She was the Queen of Tree Hill High School. The school were her circle of friends consisted of Peyton Sawyer, Rachel Gattina, Haley James-Scott, Bevin Mirskey, Nathan Scott, Lucas Scott, Jake Jagielski, Antwon 'Skills' Taylor, Marvin 'Mouth' Mcfadden and not to forget, Nathan's dimwitted friend, Tim Smith. It was quite a large circle and they all trusted each other (sort of) but either way they knew they would always be there for each other.

She dragged herself out of bed and made her way to the bathroom. She took off her clothes and stepped into the shower. She turned the knob and flinched slightly as the scolding water made contact with her delicate skin. She leaned against the back of the shower and slowly slid down, holding her head in her hands.

It's times like these she wanted to curl up in bed and cry.

Everyone thought she had an easy life and it was pretty easy, it just wasn't what she wanted. She wanted a normal childhood and a normal up-bringing but hers was anything but normal. Her parents were absent for the most part and the only memory of them being an actual family was on her 7th birthday. After that, her birthdays seemed to consist of her, the nanny and a whole load of presents that her parents had sent from where ever they were at that moment in time.

In a perfect world, her childhood would of consisted of her and her parents spending birthdays, christmas' and everyday together. She would have gladly gave up the popularity and the pleasures that the money gave her for her perfect world but now she understands why people say, 'you can't always get what you want.' She never did get what she had wanted and that is why she has countless fears and insecurities but nobody knows about them, and she doesn't plan on telling anyone soon.

She got out of the shower and got dressed. Of course she looked like perfection; beauty redefined.

She walked outside and noticed a guy, she didn't recognize, walking down her street. Thinking nothing of it, she walked to her car. She went to open her door but dropped her keys.

"Shit," she muttered, bending down to pick them up and then she heard someone whistle behind her.

"Nice ass," the person said and she whipped her head around, anger noticeable in her eyes.

"What?" She spat, glaring at him.

"I said, nice ass," he smirked.

"Listen jackass, I don't know who you think you are bu-" she was cut off mid sentence.

"Oh, sorry. I'm Julian, Julian Baker. And you are fine!" He said, the smirk still plastered on his face.

Even though he was acting like an impossibly rude guy, his heart was beating really really fast. He noticed how her eyes had a sparkle, even though she was angry and her lips were perfectly glossed. Realizing, he was staring with his mouth slightly ajar, he subtly shook his head.

"Well, to me, you're a jackass, so I'll call you jackass and from now on, if you comment on my ass again, I'll kick you somewhere that'll hurt real bad," she threatened and raised her eyebrow. "Got it?"

"Mmm, fiesty too," he smirked but she sent him an evil glare, "Got it, sweetheart," he told her and she nodded.

"Good," she spat and went to climb in her car but he stopped her.

"Hey!" She turned around, "Nice ass," he smirked and walked away, while Brooke just let out an annoyed scream and then got into her car and drove off.

This morning totally sucks! She thought.

-x-

He climbed onto his motorbike and revved the engine a bit, making sure he disturbed people.

It wasn't his sole purpose in life to annoy the inhabitants of Tree Hill but it seemed to come natural to him, as crazy as it sounds. And even though he knew he could stop, that he should stop, he didn't. It was like the thrill of being a bad boy, being in danger; doing something wrong, made his life more exciting and took his mind off the issues that lurked within the back of his mind.

And despite the face that the things that lurked within the back of his mind were good memories, he didn't want to think about them. He feels like it's easier to live with all the bad memories because then, the doesn't have to face up to the disappointment that his parents changed.

He has a vague recollection of when he was a toddler, about three years old, when his family was borderline sane.

If he concentrated carefully, he could still remember the joyful smiles on his parents faces and their undeniable want and need to bond with their son. As he remembered, a small smile graceds his face but it soon disappeared when he remembered the situation he was in; living rough and doing wrong. He didn't want this, any of this, but his journey through life took a very unexpected turn and put him on a direction that was sure to kill him.

As he cruised through the streets, he took his time in looking at the surroundings. He never took much notice before.

Before, the trees were just green and stiff. The houses were just plain and had perfect families living in them. The streets just seemed happy and children were playing but today he looked deep within and noticed the truth.

The trees flowed in sync with the wind, omitting a fierce, gusting sound. The houses seemed more normal and their usual perfect families seemed to hold certain flaws. The streets seemed awkward and rigid, with the small children sitting gloomily on the sidewalk.

And at the moment, he realised, that maybe it was all his fault. But despite thinking this, he would never say it out loud.

Never.

He finally arrived at his destination and walked up to the door, going straight in, just like he always did and through to the back, where Dean, Jake, Carter and Sam were. He nodded his head, greeting them and they returned the gesture.

"What's up, man?" Jake said.

"Nothing," he paused and smirked, "Met this fine ass girl today, though, dude," he smirked and they all smirked back.

"Nice. Did she have an awesome personality?" Carter asked, grinning like an idiot.

Every group had someone who was slightly slower than the rest, not stupid, just slower and for their small group it was Carter. Jake hit him on the back of his head, causing him to let out a small, 'Oww!'

"Well you know I have to park my bike, like, four streets away, well she lives on one of those stuck up streets, dude, little high school chick!" He laughed and they laughed with him.

It was like this all the time. The would talk about girls, booze, drugs or something in relation with them. At times it bored him but what could he do? The worst was, whenever he laughed or grinned or smirked, they did the same.

"Shame," Sam said and rolled his eyes.

If anything, Sam was the brains. He knew what they were dealing with and he knew how to rile Julian but it got to a certain point when Julian woud tell him enough and he would stop because there is a certain point when it comes to him and if you pass it, you face a nasty wrath.

"You got a problem, Sammy?" Julian questioned, raising his eyebrow in a threatening way.

"Nope. No problem." Sam said back.

"Good," he paused and looked at the others who were looking on, "Let's party!" He shouted and they clunked their bottles together.

Sometimes his life was easy!

-x-

It definitely was time to party.

They went from bar to bar until it was 8pm, which was Tric's opening time. They weren't drunk but they weren't sober either. They had done a few lines and Julian's head was currently buzzing. He wasn't in a state were he wouldn't remember anything or he would do something completely idiotic, that could land him in a cell for a night. He was just at an average point were he would remember and not do something stupid but if he did, by any chance, do something stupid, he could blame it on the concoction of alcohol and drugs.

He knew in his head that taking the drugs was wrong, that it could kill him but he was all about living on the edge, living life in the fast lane. At the end of the day, he just wants to live a life that he will be able to remember and look and say, 'Hell of a life I lived; hell of a life!'

But he knows that could change with him taking some many substances together. But on some level he wants it to change for the better. On some level, he wants to have a normal life with a family of his own, living in a beautiful town house, with neatly kept lawn and a white picket fence.

The five of them walked into the club and immediately, all eyes were on them.

People whispering, trying to dissect the daily events of five boys' day. For them, it's so natural, so easy to try and belittle them because of all the chaos they've caused and for them, it's a mere dose of revenge. They can't physically do anything to them but they can try and get in their minds, talk about them and cause them emotional harm.

Although, it'll take more than a few gossiping people to cause them any harm, physically or emotionally.

They walked further in and got themselves a booth. Carter, being the pathetically, dim-witted guy he is, jumped at the chance of buying drinks but Jake went with him in case there was any trouble. As usual, the guys did a scan of the place to check if there was any potentially bed worthy girls.

"Dude, check out her over there!" Dean exclaimed and Julian craned his neck to see what girl got his friend so excited.

"Where?" He asked, not able to see the girl.

"Over there!" Dean pointed and Julian finally saw who he was talking about.

It was the girl from this morning; the girl with the nice ass.

He smirked.

"I see, maybe I'll take a trip over there later," he said, his eyes still firmly glued on Brooke.

"Dude, I saw her first." Dean whined.

"Well, we'll see who she wants more," Julian smirked and Dean backed down, knowing that if they lined up a whole load of girls, the majority would pick Julian.

Jake and Carter came back with the drinks; four buds. They all took long, slurpy swigs, each one finishing with a refreshing ahhhh. They, again, did a check of the club and this time, Jake, Dean, Sam and even Carter went in search for their next girl. He, however, stayed within the booth and somewhat basked in his thoughts, something he never did in a club.

It was when he saw her again, did he come out of his thoughts; long, brown hair in soft curls and sparkling green eyes. A soft smile graced his lips but he made no attempt to get up and approach her. He simply felt content in watching her, admiring her, from a distance.

As if feeling his penetrating gaze, she turned around and their eyes came into contact with each other. She knew she should of looked away or shoot evil glares in his direction but it seemed impossible. She could tell her face was soft and, shockingly to her, his was, too.

Only when did they realize that their gaze was potentially treading on dangerous ground, did they look away.

He sighed a long, dragged out sigh and made his way to the bar.

"A beer," he mumbled.

"Bottle or draft?" The bartender asked and he looked up, a gaze as cold as ice shooting from his eyes.

"Bottle," he stated, dryly.

The bartender placed the bottle in front of him and swiftly walked off. He picked it up and took a drink, leaning his back against the bar top. He seemed to go into his own dream world. His eyes blurring to the flashing lights.

That was until he felt a presence beside him.

"Apple martini," he heard her raspy voice demand and he knew straight away who it was.

He turned and looked at her and she looked at him, too.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't Julian Baker aka jackass," she smirked.

"Whatever," he mumbled and she looked confused, expecting him to comeback with some witty remark or insult but he didn't.

"What? Cat got your tongue?" She taunted but it only sparked his anger.

"Actually, no," he glared at her, "I just don't talk to whores," he said, coldly and he averted his eyes from her but just before he did, he noticed the hurt expression that came to her face.

"That's funny, actually, because every time I've seen you around town, you've been with a whore...or was that just your Mom?" She said back, just as cold.

She knew she hit an nerve because his head jerked in her direction, his jaw clenched, fists tightened and she could see the anger in his eyes.

"You know nothing about my Mom or me, so butt out, okay?" He said angrily, getting up in her face and he could tell she was slightly scared so he backed away but her friends had already noticed the commotion and came over.

"Is he bothering you, Brooke?" Lucas asked, glaring at Julian.

"Oh, 'coz a pretty boy like you is gunna do something about it!" Julian said, smirked and when he said that, Nathan, Jake, Skillz, Mouth and Tim appeared form behind Lucas and he smirked at Julian but Julian only laughed.

"No, we'll do something about it!" Nathan said.

"To be fair, it's got nothing to do with you guys. I was just talking to a girl at a bar," he said and winked at Brooke, who looked at him in disgust.

"Well that girl, is with us, so walk away," Lucas said, motioning him to walk away with his hands.

"Well, we're with him, so you guys walk away," said a voice came from behind Julian, causing everyone looked to see who it was and Dean, Carter, Jake and Sam all walked up to stand by Julian, who just smirked.

They all stared each other down. Julian and Lucas. Dean and Nathan. Jake and Skillz. Carter and Tim. Sam and Jake. Mouth was just left to stand with the girls who looked on in fear and maybe a bit of excitment, but they would never admit that.

"What's going on here, guys?" A tall, well built, African-American security guard asked.

"These were causing trouble, as usual," Lucas said.

"You know us, Ray, never cause trouble on your turf. We know the consequences," Julian said.

"Julian? Julian Baker?" He chuckled. "Haven't seen you in a while, man. Where you been? I invited you to little Ray-Ray's birthday party!" Ray said.

"You know me: places to go, people to see. I would have come but you know how it is, bro...I sent him a present," Julian explained and Ray nodded then looked at Lucas.

"This boy here been coming to see me for seven years. Hasn't had a proper home since he was ten years old," Ray told them and Julian looked down, ashamed and Brooke softened at this new information. "He may be tainted but he's a good boy. Now, I don't want you causing no more trouble, you hear me?" He asked and Lucas looked at him incredulously.

"Wha-" Lucas went to say something but was cut off.

"You hear me?" Ray asked, sternly.

"Yeah, I hear you!" Lucas said and walked away; everyone followed him but Brooke stayed behind and Peyton noticed this.

"Brooke?" She questioned.

"I'll be there in a minute," she smiled and Peyton walked off.

Brooke walked over to Julian, who had his back faced to her and gently tapped him on the back. When he turned around, they all turned around.

"Can I help you?" He said politely and that shocked her.

"Yeah, urm, can I talk to you?" She asked and he waited for her to continue. "Alone?" He nodded and they walked to a more secluded part of the club.

"What did you want?" He mumbled and it almost seemed like he was shy.

"I just wanted to say sorry. Your right, I don't know anything about you or your family and I shouldn't have said what I did," she said, regretfully and he looked shocked. Genuinely shocked.

She thought he wasn't going to saying anything, so she began to walk away.

"I'm sorry, too," he called out so she stopped and turned around. "For calling you a..a...for calling you something I shouldn't have. I'm sorry," he looked around a bit and then continued to talk, "It's weird, saying sorry, I don't normally do it, even though I have plenty of reason to, I just don't, so it's weird that I did with you. Get it?" She nodded.

"I'm not normally one to apologize either but I did," she smiled, softly.

He moved forward slowly but she didn't seem alert or alarmed, she just moved towards him and as he gently cupped her cheek, she leaned into it.

"I don't know why I'm getting these feelings and that kills me but it kills me more to know," he paused and swallowed, "To know I can never have you."

He dropped his hand and she looked hurt but she also seemed to understand.

"I know," she whispered. "I should go and see if Lucas is okay," she announced and he looked wounded.

He pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket and she looked at him curiously.

"Here," he handed it to her, "It's my number, call me if you need anything or whatever but I'll be there," he told her and she looked hesitant at first but his words seemed sincere and against her better judgment, she took the piece of paper and put it in her purse.

She leaned up and placed a kiss on his cheek, not making eye contact and then walked away.

She let out a shaky breath and didn't dare look back.

What have I just got myself into? she thought.


A/N: So there you go, first chapter of my first Brulian fanfic. I hope you all enjoy, please review.

- undiscoveredwriter