Hello all! This is a future story about a trip taken by Brooke/Julian, Natan/Haley, Lucas/Peyton, and Clay/Quinn and their kids. Hope you'll come along for the ride and let me know what you think!

"Come on boys!" Brooke called over her shoulder as she loaded the last of the bags into the large SUV.

One of her boys sauntered forward, guitar slung over shoulder, hands shoved deep into the pockets of his jeans as he flicked his curly locks out of his eyes.

Brooke smiled as she swept his bangs off his face, "This is going to be so fun." She told her teenage son with a large grin.

"So fun." He echoed with no trace of the enthusiasm his mother showed but Brooke simply rolled her eyes and smiled as she gently shoved him towards the car.

"You aren't bringing that are you?"

Brooke looked towards the voice and fixed her other son with a firm stare, "Jude Baker if your brother wants to bring his guitar-"

"What's it to you?" Davis shot back as he stepped around from behind the door of the SUV.

A scowl passed over Jude's handsome features, his broad shoulders tightening, "Isn't this week going to be painful enough?"

"Hey!" Brooke interjected, "This week if not going to be that painful."

Jude rolled his eyes again and Davis's features that had been more or less apathetic a moment before had turned dark as the two nearly identical brothers faced off, their hazel eyes locked in a staring contest, "You're just pissed because you're going to miss your basket ball game."

"No shit." Jude snapped, just the thought of missing the game put him into an even worse mood than he was already in.

"Language!" Brooke chastised but her scolding went unheard.

"Well suck it up buttercup." Davis replied in a condescending tone.

"Screw you Davis." Jude took a threatening step towards his brother.

"That's it!" Brooke stepped in between them, even though both boys towered over her petite frame by several inches. "I am sick of your constant fighting! We are going to go to the cottage and have an amazing time and I will not hear another word." And with that she strode back towards the house, her heels clicking rapidly up the drive of their Tree Hill home.

Sawyer sighed for what felt like the hundredth time as Lucas and Peyton exchanged a look in the front seat of the car.

A knowing frown tugged at the corner of Peyton's lips but Lucas tilted his head ever so slightly to the side telling her not to pursue to the matter any further and both adults remained facing the road before them.

The only person who looked at the fair skinned, blond with ringlet curls and bright blue eyes with any sympathy was her slightly older aunt.

Lily Roe Scott, sat in the backseat of her brothers car. Her delicate fingers traced over her biology notes for the big test she was supposed to be studying for but her brown eyes remained locked on her niece.

Lily had voluntarily attended the cottage trip with the old gang, claiming she needed to get away from it all but she was unnervingly aware that her mother had fiercely instructed her brother to find out what exactly was going on with her lately.

Shaking the thought from her head she cleared her throat, just barely catching sight of Lucas glancing at her from the rearview mirror.

"So!" Lily began a little too excitedly from the expression that was draped across Sawyers face when she finally turned to look at her after several beats.

"So…" was the younger girls drone response.

"This is pretty exciting huh?" Lily pushed, Lucas watching her like a hawk from the front seat as he tried to concentrate on the drive.

"I guess. If you consider your parents betraying you by packing you up and moving you away from everything you've ever known exciting." Sawyer's tone was bitter. She was pissed and she wanted everyone to know it.

"It's only for a week." Lily replied, using ever fiber of her being to stop an eye roll at her nieces over dramatic attitude.

"Whatever." Sawyer grunted as she turned back towards the window and switched on her ipod. When you're 16 a week feels like forever and being away from your friends and stuck with your family was torture. In every sense of the word. Sawyer Brooke Scott was being tortured. At least, that's how it felt.

Peyton once again glanced towards Lucas, her eyes widened as she realized Lucas too had been emersed in the backseat conversation and had drifted into oncoming traffic, "LUCAS LOOK OUT!" Peyton screamed.