Chapter 1

For those who say that your too young to fall in love...You can drive at sixteen, go to war at eight-teen, you can drink at twenty-one and retire at sixty-five, so how old do you have to be before your love is real? Many people spend their whole lives looking for that one special person that they are meant to be with. Not always do you find that person but there are at this moment 6,470,818,671 people in the world. Some are running scared. Some are coming home. Some tell lies to make it through the day. Others are just now facing the truth. Some are evil men at war with good. And some are good struggling with evil. 6 billion people in the world. 6 billion souls. And sometimes, all you need is one.

Haley James is a young sixteen year old girl with many hopes and dreams. She has long light brown hair with hazel eye and a small petite body. Also, Haley loves to live to the fullest with her best friend Brooke Davis in Tree Hill, North Carolina. Tree Hill is a very large city where not everyone knows each other, with many schools and colleges. Though not as big as Los Angeles but occasionally you may catch a traffic jam on the high way here and there.

As Haley drove though the city crusing with her one and only best friend Brooke, looking for some hot guys because there wasn't much else to do on a Friday night. Haley had the window rolled down with the wind blowing through her hair. She loved that feeling. Feeling free like no one could touch her. She absolutely loved that feeling. In the background she could hear Brooke singing along to the song on the radio but she was zoned out into her own thoughts. Just thinking about the intense feeling.

She knew tonight was going to be a good night. Haley just knew it, she could feel it. The night was young and the weather felt perfect. Haley looked over at her best friend Brooke, as she sang. Her dark brown hair was down in lose curls that blew in the wind and she wore a light touch of make up. Haley couldn't help but laugh as she listened to Brooke's aweful singing voice.

Brooke looked over at her before she turned the volumn down, "What?"

"You know I love you, but have I ever told you that you can't sing at all," Haley laughed.

Brooke glared at her but then soon laughed too. "Yes! You tell me that all time...Just because you can sing missy doesn't mean everyone can sing, ya know?"

Haley had that confused look on her face, "Brooke you and I both know that I can't sing!"

"Puh-lease," Brooke rolled her eyes, "Bull crap! You and I both know that you can sing...Der."

"Pfft, whatever." Haley scoffed, "This is my song!" Haley turned the volumn up all the way and started to sing to Ashlee Simpson's, "L.O.V.E."

Haley and Brooke continued to drive down Seneca in their red 2006 Mustang with the radio blared as they sang to the song. It was only 7 o'clock and they still had a long night to go. They came up to a red light and stopped. Then two guys pulled up next to them in a black CRX. They looked over at the girls as they roared their engine up.

"Oh they wanna race, huh?" Brooke started to roar her engine up too.

Haley smiled, "Looks like it." The light turned green and Brooke took off and so did the guys.

Obviously the CRX was souped up because they were going neck and neck. Brooke noticed this and looked over at Haley who was smiling. Seconds later she down shifted and passed the guys. Then Brooke got into the other lane and cut them off.

"Now that's how you race chick!" Brooke and Haley both laughed.

Haley turned around to look at the guys behind them, "We so smoked them. Hehe!"

Brooke gladly smiled, "Yeah I know, isn't it great?" Haley nodded as Brooke pulled into Quicktrip, a gas-station. "I am soo thirsty." Brooke said she pulled into the parking spot.

"Yeah, me too." Right as the girls were getting out, the guys in the CRX pulled up next to them with their window's down.

"Damn, you girls can race, " the driver said with dark brown hair that was spiked in the front.

Brooke smiled as she walked over to stand next to Haley, "Yeah, I know."

"So what's y'alls name?" The driver asked.

The guy in the passenger seat with blonde hair started to get of the car as he said, "I'm Tristan."

"My name is CJ," the driver said who was also getting out of his car.

"Well I'm Haley, and this is Brooke, " Haley said introducing the two of them.

"You two look older than us, so what's your guys age?" Brooked asked curiously.

Tristen walked over to the other side of the car, "I am 23 and CJ is 22," he said smiling.

Brooke smiled and grabbed Haley's hand leading them towards the store as she yelled out, "Too old for us, sorry buddy." The girls both giggled as they walked into the store.

The guys caught up to them in the store, "Age aint nothing but a number baby," CJ said she touched Brooke's cheak.

Haley rolled her eyes, "Tough shit." Haley said as they turned their backs to them as they walked away.