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A/N- I've had this Idea for a while and I wanted to put it out there.

Get Out of This Town

Let's get out of this town tonight
Nothing but dust in the shadows
Gone by morning light
Somewhere we won't ever get caught, ever be found
Baby, let's just get out of this town

"Brooklyn Penelope, it is not the end of the world!", Victoria Davis said, as she folded her daughters clothes, throwing them into the black suitcase, one-by-one.

"Yes mother, it is. You don't understand, I cannot go to Hick Ville.".. Brooke groaned. She could not believe that her mother, the woman who gave birth to her, would be so cruel as to send her to…Texas. She was not about to go to Texas. Her last experience there was less than enjoyable. It was stinky, hott, and she was working…constantly. No seriously, she started cleaning the stables at five(in the a.m.) and had to be in bed by eight(p.m.). She had stayed on her Aunt Stevie's farm that time, and she expected that, unfortunately, that's where she'd be staying this time.

"Well now, you should have thought about that before you threw that party.", Victoria scolded, looking her daughter straight in the eyes.

"Mom, I'm sorry, It'll never happen again…promise.", Brooke cried, trying to save her butt. She couldn't imagine a whole summer in Texas. A whole Furr-eekin Summer of sweat, work and isolation.

"Brooke, you say that every time, I want to believe you I really do, but sweetheart, I-I don- I can't trust you anymore.", Victoria admitted, throwing the last article of clothing into the suitcase. She closed it up and walked over to the door, stopping in the frame, "Meet me down stairs in fifteen minutes. Your plane leaves in two hours so we need to get there soon.", and with that she was gone.

Victoria hated hurting Brooke, but she had no choice. After everything they had tried nothing worked. Brooke would be better for about a month after her punishment but then she would spiral back downward again. This was a last resort that Had to work.

Brooke groaned, lifting herself from her desk chair. She grabbed her bags and headed toward the door, stopping to look in the mirror on the back. She barely recognized the person staring back at her. Maybe she did need this., "Its only a summer, you can do this…only four awful months.", She said to herself. Only a summer. A summer her 'father' had put together. However, Brooke did Not consider Timothy Davis her father. To her he was just a man(stranger) who lived in her mothers house. Along with her father the house was another thing she never considered hers. Its not my House if I don't feel at Home in it. , Brooke thought to herself.

"Brooke, come on, we have to go.", Victoria called, causing Brooke to snap back to reality. She opened the door and walked out, she was off to conquer her summer(nightmare).

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Uncomfortable, was an understatement of how the car ride to the airport was. Between the long awkward silences, and occasional responsibility lectures from the stranger, forty-five minutes felt more like forty-five hours.

By the time they reached Brooke's terminal she thought she would cry she was so relieved.

She hopped out and ran to the trunk, ready to get away from the 'rentals., "Your Aunt Stevie will meet you at the DFW airport, you'll be staying with her.", Brooke nodded. Knew it. She grabbed her bags, hugged her parents and ran inside.

By the time Brooke was through security and ready to board she still had well over an hour till they'd even allow passengers on., "Well, we made it in plenty of time.", She said annoyed by her mothers previous rushed tone., "Hurry Brooke, We don't have much time Brooke, I Freakin' hate you Brooke.", Brooke mocked her mother. Sometimes that woman just pushed her over the edge.

With all the time to spare Brooke decided to grab one of those gigantic muffins from the Airport store. Those were her favorite. She couldn't ever finish a whole one but they were really, really yummy.

After grabbing her muffin, water, and three Cosmopolitan magazines, Brooke Sat on the terminal floor up against the huge window that covered most of the wall. She loved to sit there and watch the planes take off.

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Brooke had counted the Planes five times and watched two of them take off, by the time they finally began boarding. She was the first one on due to her premature arrival.

She was escorted to the First Class cabin and seated in A2. After she was settled in she took out her Cosmo and started to thumb through the pages.

Once the plane was full they began take off. This was Brooke's least favorite part…Turbulence.

She gripped the armrests on either side of her, squeezed her eyes shut and began to breath evenly. This continued till they were smoothly sailing through the air…turbulence free.

About half an hour through the flight Brooke was finished with her magazines and was growing tired. She hadn't been sleeping well. Between her parents fighting and her crazy lifestyle there wasn't much time for sleep.

Brooke turned her head and looked down at the ground and began to count the houses till she drifted off into the land of dreams.

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"Ladies and Gentlemen, we have now reached Dallas, Texas.", The flight attendant's voice carried over the speakers. That was quick, Brooke thought as she unbuckled.

Her whole body was stiff from sleeping in that upward position, she was very ready to stand up.

Once out of the plane and in the terminal She quickly spotted her Aunt Stevie. You couldn't exactly miss her. She was about 5'5, slender, and abnormally pretty. Actually her and Brooke looked a lot alike. Besides the height, she and Brooke had a lot of the same features. Stevie had short, curly, Dark brown ringlets, Hazel-green eyes, crater-sized dimples and long eyelashes. She's definitely where Brooke got her looks from. As much as her and Brooke looked alike there fashion taste was completely different. Brooke was trendy, chic, and sometimes flashy, tastefully though, and Stevie wore Cowboy boots, Torn jeans, button up shirts, and she always had on a cowboy hat.

Brooke waved over to her Aunt Stevie as She made her way over to greet her. They hadn't seen each other in four years, at least. When she reached the her, Stevie enveloped her in a hug., "Oh, Girl I missed you.", She said into Brookes hair. Brooke smiled, as they pulled away., "I've missed you too Aunt Stevie, You look great.", She told her, her Aunt really did look good. She was a thirty-two year old who looked about twenty-two.

"God, you've grown up,", Stevie couldn't believe how old she looked, she was so grown., "And look at your boobs, girl they're bigger than mine…not fair.",

"Well, the last time you saw me I was thirteen, and an A cup,", Brooke chuckled, Aunt Stevie could be so crazy.

"That's, true, but still. Lets get you home, you must be starvin'.", Stevie said, her accent jumping out, as they left the terminal, headed for her car.

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This was Brooke's second car ride today, but this one was much more enjoyable. The ride consisted of life-stories, bad jokes, and radio sing alongs. It was so much fun it seemed as though it had ended too soon.

When they reached the Ranch Brooke took a long exaggerated breath. The only memories she had of this place were, well, bad.

Stevie could tell something was up so she looked over at Brooke and smiled, "What's the matter honey?", She asked, hoping Brooke would fess up.

Brooke looked over at Stevie unsure of whether what was wrong would upset her or not. Only one way to find out., "Well, the last time we visited, the rules were so strict, I was wondering if they were the same?", Brooke asked cautiously, waiting for her answer.

Brooke was thrown off by what she heard., "Why are you laughing?", She asked a bit startled by Stevie's reaction.

"Oh, those weren't my rules, sugar. Your daddy thought you needed 'attitude adjustment' so he created the five to eight rule.", She confessed, actually using air quotes.

"Unbelievable.", Brooke muttered. Of course the stupid, turd face made up the rules, Stevie would never. Brooke thought angrily. She Really hated her father.

"Lets go inside so you can meet the others.", Stevie instructed, getting out of the car and grabbing her nieces bags.

"The 'Others'?", Brooke questioned, no one had said anything about others.

"Yeah, they're kids about your age. They all volunteered to work here for the summer.. Sweet Kids. Lets see there's Haley, Peyton, Nathan, Marvin, or 'Mouth' as the others call him,", She said chuckling before continuing her list., "Rachel, and, my best worker, Lucas. He such a good boy, quite a looker too.", She told Brooke as she led her inside.

"Hey, Yoo-hoo, Guys, Brookes here!", She yelled up the stairs, "Don't worry I'm sure ya'll will get along just fine.".

Brooke nodded a little nervous about meeting the others, She was going to have to spend four months with them, and whether they liked each other determined the fun-ness of the summer.

A petite, brunette girl ran down stairs, with a big smile on her face., "Hey Stevie, they're out ridin' its just me and Luke.",. The girl told Stevie, quickly turning to Brooke afterwards., "Hey Brooke, I'm Haley, its nice to meet you.", Brooke took the friendly girls hand and smiled.

"Hi Haley, its nice to meet you too."., She answered, smiling at the small teen.

"Come upstairs, I'll introduce you to Luke.",. Haley said grabbing Brooke's hand, pulling her up the stairs.

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Brooke couldn't believe her eyes, he was the most gorgeous boy she'd ever seen, he was about 5'9, blonde, disheveled hair, blue eyes, and Perfect. He was wearing blue-jeans, cowboy boots, an unbuttoned orange button up shirt with a white wife beater exposed underneath, and a cowboy hat.

"Lucas, Brooke's Here, quite bein' rude."., Haley said slapping the boy on the leg.

He grinned up at her., "Sorry, Hales.", He hopped up and walked over to where Brooke was standing. Wow, she's Pretty, He thought, Really, Really Pretty. He gave her a crooked smile and held out his hand., "Hey there, I'm Lucas, but you can call me Luke." he said in a southern-boy-drawl.

Brooke smiled while her heart melted. He was absolutely perfect., "Hi Lucas, I'm Brooke.",

He grinned., "Oh, I know.", he said letting go of her hand.

"We were just about to watch that 'No Country For Old Men' movie, care to join?", Haley asked her eyes growing big.

Brooke smiled., "I'd love to, I hear that's good.", She told them.

"That's what were hoping.", Lucas said winking at Brooke., "Well, pop it in Hales.", He said, feigning annoyance.

Haley rolled her eyes and put in the DVD.

While the previews played they got situated. Haley was lying on her stomach on the bed while Brooke and Lucas' stomachs occupied the floor. Yes, next to the gorgeous boy.

When the movie started the room fell silent. Throughout most of the movie it stayed that way. Then suddenly they heard chimes., "Lucas, answer your damn phone…hurry.", Haley snapped, causing Brooke to grin, she was too cute really, she looked about five.

"Hey Baby,", Lucas said into the phone as he left the room. Once Brooke heard 'baby' her heart dropped. Well crap, she thought, Of course he's taken, he's to perfect to not be taken…but I want him, maybe I can steal him…no I'm not that mean. Awe, poo, this is going to be a long summer…

A/N- I thought this would be a cute idea, I could totally picture CMM as a cowboy. Lol. Review are loved, I'll continue if I get enough soooo hit the button…

P.S. I have nothing against Texas…its home to me.