***I have written other fan fictions but this is my first fanfic that I am posting here. Please tell me what you think. =D

Fanfic:

~Second Chance~

Chapter 1- When Everything Seems Perfect

"If you love somebody, let them go. If they return, they were always yours. If they don't, they never were."

"Please get that cover to layout." Brooke told her assistant. "And I need my new line for Macy's meeting in twenty."
"Okay...consider the layout done and the clothing is already set up in the conference room." Maggie, the assistant said. She is twenty years old with strawberry blond hair. Brooke likes her because she's quick and always ahead. At first she was uneasy at hiring her because of her age but Maggie proved herself.
"Thank you so much." Maggie turned and and left Brooke alone in her office. She was sitting beside her desk with her designs laid out in front of her. All that occupied the glass desk were the designs, a computer, a phone and four photo frames; three pictures of her daughters and one of her husband; Grace, Kaycee, Leah, and her husband, Jared. Brooke met Jared during college and they got married much to Victoria's dismay. The couple have three children, Grace, 9, Kaycee, 5, and Leah, 4 months. In all the pictures, her perfect, beautiful children were smiling and wearing her very own designs. There was just one thing missing; one more photo. Brooke collected her drawings and went to the conference room. After closing the deal, Brooke started her Toyota RAV4 and drove to the elementary school to pick up Grace and Kaycee. She stood outside, next to the car to wait for her kids when she saw a silver, Toyota Highlander pull up next to her own. Her heart clenched. Brooke didn't know why it still had such an effect on her. What happened was so long ago. What happened in the past shouldn't affect her now...it should stay in the past. A blond girl with long legs stepped out of her car and walked over to Brooke with a smile plastered on her face.
"Hey Brooke." Peyton said.
"Peyton. Hey." Brooke replied, ignoring the feeling. They were best friends, it shouldn't be like this. Brooke didn't even love him anymore.
"How did the meeting go with Macy's?" She asked.
"Really well. We drew up a contract and everything- It'll work out. They like the kid's line too." Brooke told her.
"That's awesome, Brooke." Peyton gushed. They heard the bell ring out and a swarm of kids rushed out of the double doors and onto the lush green grass.
"Mommy, mommy!" Brooke turned to see her five year old, Kaycee, running towards her with her backpack bouncing and a paper in hand with her long dark brown hair flying wildly.
"Hey baby." Brooke said as she picked her up and put Kaycee on her hip.
"Look what I made." She said excitedly and showed her mom a drawing in crayon of their family.
"That's beautiful! We'll put it on the fridge." She said as she kissed her daughter's cheek. Brooke looked into her daughter's eyes and saw her own staring back at her, the gorgeous green eyes.
"Hey Aunt Peyton." Kaycee said with a bright smile.
"Hi Kaycee. Can I see your picture?" Peyton asked and Kaycee handed it to her. Two girls ran up to the group with wide grins.
"Hey cuties." Brooke greeted.
"Can Chloe come over for dinner?" Grace asked her mom.
"Of course she can, just as long as its okay with Aunt Peyton." Brooke answered running a hand through her daughter's blond hair. Chloe and Grace turned to Peyton with puppy dog eyes. Chloe's green eyes and Grace's blue eyes were pleading.
"Yeah, yeah you can." Peyton said to them.
"Yes!" The echoed each other and Peyton and Brooke grinned.
"Well, I've got to go pick up Caitlyn from the babysitters." Peyton announced.
"I need to pick up Leah. So let's go." Brooke said and opened the door and placed Kaycee in her booster seat. Grace hopped in the front and Chloe went in on the other side in the back.
"Bye Peyton." Brooke said as she got in.
"Bye B." Brooke drove to the babysitter's house and the kids hopped out and raced to the door. Grace won.
"Hey guys." Ashley, the babysitter said as she opened the door. Ashley is thirty years old and has a kid of her own but still runs her babysitting service. "Leah's sleeping right now."
"Oh, okay. Thanks." Brooke said as they walked inside. Brooke picked Leah up carefully out of the crib.
"Grace, can you get her bag please?" She asked her nine year old.
"Sure." She replied while taking it. Brooke carried Leah out to the car while the kids followed. She buckled Leah into her carseat as she snoozed.
"Girls, please be quiet on the ride home. Okay?" Brooke said as she got in the car.
"Okie dokie." Chloe whispered and Brooke smiled.

Brooke was cooking dinner, steak and baked potatoes with corn when the phone rang. She wiped her hands off quickly and picked the phone up.
"Hello." She said.
"Is this Brooke Davis?" The woman on the phone asked.
"Yes, this is her." Brooke replied.
"Do you recognize the name Rylie Anderson?" She asked.
"No." Brooke said. "Wait-" Anderson? Why is that so familiar? Then it dawned on her. "Oh my god. I mean, yes." Brooke told her as her breathing began irregular and heart was beating faster. "Why? Did something happen to her?"
"Yes." The woman said. "I'm sorry but-" Brooke didn't hear the rest, the phone dropped out of her hand as her whole, perfect world came crashing down around her.

"The truth is rarely pure and never simple."
~Oscar Wilde