Disclaimer- I own nothing.
A/N- Hey, this is Brooke, and this is my new story.
Things to know:
Scott Family:
Dan Scott.
Karen Scott.
Lucas Scott. (17)
Peyton (17.) (She and Lucas are twins).
Lily Scott (11 months).
Davis:
Victoria Davis.
William Davis.
Brooke Davis (17).
Everything else will be discussed in the next chapter. Please read and review.
-Brooke-
A dream is only a dream, until you make it real. A goal is just a goal, until you make it real. A house is just a house, until you make it a home. A crush is only a crush, until you make it love.
Each and every "ideal" takes action; action that without causes the individual to live a monotonous life.
Lucas Scott, like every other student at Tree Hill High School, had goals and dreams. He had a home and a few past crushes, maybe even a love or too.
The basketball pounded hard against the concrete of his backyard. It was as steady as a heartbeat, consistently awakening him as the orange object pressed hard against his hand.
He wanted it all. He wanted to play in college and be picked for a professional team. He wanted to fall in love and find a family that he could come home to. He wanted to live with no regrets. He wanted to have fun and know that his future was set.
"Luke!"
His name snapped him out of his mentality state. He snapped his head up, causing his neck to surge with strain.
"What do you want?" Lucas asked as he watched his sister stand from behind the open doorway, her curls perfectly in place.
"It's summer and dad isn't home. Why are you still bouncing that ball?" Peyton asked, placing her hands on her hips.
"For your information, I happen to like playing basketball," Lucas laughed as Peyton broke into a smile.
"Ok well just remember, I have my friend coming," Peyton reminded him, stepping into the sweltering sun heat.
"What friend?" Lucas asked, placing the basketball down, running to join his sister, who now sat on a step.
"Brooke Davis. You remember her, don't you?" Peyton asked, her hand traveling through her hair, hoping to keep it from expanding by the heat.
"The brunette?" Lucas asked, squinting through the bright yellow streams of light.
"Yeah, but don't call her that. I can't believe you don't remember Brooke. She was my best friend until she moved to California…" Peyton said, ending sadly.
"Peyt, she moved around 10 years ago," Lucas chuckled.
"Well, we still keep in touch. Anyways, I am going to go pick her up at the airport around 6, and then we are going to go out for a bite to eat. Just, be nice," Peyton smiled.
"Why wouldn't I be nice?" Lucas asked, appalled at the statement.
"Luke, you used to put frogs in her mailbox, be nice," Peyton chuckled, getting up from her seat, and waved her brother goodbye.
-OTH-
"Brooke!" Peyton exclaimed giddily as she watched the passengers load off of the plane, meeting the rows of chairs of people waiting for their own flight. Family members welcomed relatives and baggage of all sizes where being wheeled through the aisles.
"P. Scott!" Brooke cried as she ran into her friend's arms.
"How are you, B?" Peyton asked as Brooke pulled back from the hug, flicking her hair over her shoulder, winking at a guy passing by.
"The question is, how are you? What happened to your nails?" Brooke asked, picking up Peyton's hands, which lie next to her.
"Well…"
"No excuse. Nails are the foundation for beauty," Brooke smiled, showing her perfectly manicured hand.
"You say that about everything," the blonde friend laughed.
"Yeah, well appearance is everything these days," Brooke smiled, linking arms with Peyton as they walked towards baggage claim.
-OTH-
"I can't believe it has been 10 years since you have been back in Tree Hill," Peyton said, amazed it had been that long.
"I know, but I can't believe I haven't see you in 4 years. Phone calls and messages do not cut it Peyton," Brooke smiled as she took a sip of water from the restaurant's glass.
"Well you could have come here, you know," Peyton pointed out.
"I'm here now," Brooke smiled back at her.
Peyton had to admit, Brooke had grown up. She looked amazing. Her hair was long, in small waves, which flowed down her back. Her eyes glittered, and her dimples pressed in her cheeks. She had a body to die for, and she always looked amazing.
"Do you remember Luke?" Peyton asked, putting a fry in her mouth.
"Luke…Your brother Luke?" Brooke asked, not really remembering him.
"Uh-huh," Peyton nodded her head.
"Kind of. I mean I was like 6 or 7 when I moved so; it was a long time ago. He always hung out with that, um…Mark?" Brooke asked.
"Mark?" Peyton asked confused.
"Mouth!" Brooke exclaimed, glad to get the name, although, it would not have fazed her, if she didn't.
"So, how long are you here for?" Peyton asked, knowing her long time friend would have to go home eventually.
"The summer, or until my parents figure out I am gone, and send for me. Most likely the summer will come sooner though," Brooke replied, forcing a smile on her face, but Peyton did not know her well enough to know the strain of her family relationship.
"Aw," Peyton responded, disheartened.
"I did not come for you to be sad P. Now tell me, where are the hot guys?" Brooke asked eagerly.
"Oh sorry B. Davis. I forgot to tell you. There are no hot guys," Peyton said, trying to suppress the smile.
"What? No, I am not wasting my summer. Not that I would be wasting it with you, but…you liar!" Brooke rambled, eventually seeing the smile appear on her friend's face.
"So gullible," Peyton muttered loud enough for Brooke to hear, who stuck her tongue out of her soft, red lips.
-OTH-
"Luke, we're home," Peyton called out from the front door, allowing Brooke to get a glimpse
"Guess he isn't," Brooke smiled as she heard only silence to Peyton's conversation with herself.
"Outside," she replied, nodding her head to the back of the house.
"Let's go meet me a hottie," Brooke smiled, causing Peyton to feign gagging, after all, this was her brother.
"He is not hot," Peyton countered.
"He has Dan Scott has a father. I am sure he is well off," Brooke replied, a devious smile all over her face.
"Don't think about it. This is my brother, and as my best friend…" Peyton began.
"Don't worry your little curls off," Brooke smiled.
"Oh, but I do," Peyton laughed as she led Brooke outside to the patio where a basketball court was painted on, in the backyard.
"Ball, ball!" Nathan yelled, clapping his hands for the ball that Tim had, at the moment.
Tim dropped the ball as he watched Brooke step out from the house.
Nathan picked the ball up and dunked it, laughing as the guys stood there, not doing anything.
"Guys, you have all seen Peyton before," Nathan continued.
"We ain't starring at blondie," Skill muttered to Nathan who looked up and saw the brunette.
"Brooke?" Nathan asked, putting the ball down.
"Dawg, you know her?" Skills asked, raising his eyebrows, but Nathan just shook his hand at him.
"Nathan!" Brooke exclaimed, running down from the steps and embracing the tall man. She was small in his larger frame as she pulled out of the embrace and smiled.
"How do you know Nathan?" Peyton asked peculiarly.
"Oh, um…" Nathan stuttered, looking at Brooke for an excuse.
"Who doesn't know of the Tree Hill star shooter," Brooke winked.
"Yeah, who doesn't know of me," Nathan repeated.
"I was at the cheerleading competition in Florida and this handsome guy just happened to be there for the basketball tournament," Brooke finished; well it was mostly the truth.
"Well, that is one less person for me to introduce. Anyways, Brooke, this is Skills, Tim, Jason, Kyle, and Tyler," Peyton said, pointing at the guys.
Brooke smiled, shaking hands with every one of them, her eyes lingering on their sweaty bodies.
"No Luke?" Brooke asked, looking around the court.
"I guess he is with Anna," Peyton smiled.
"Well, then boys, I will be upstairs," Brooke smiled as she turned her foot and made her way up the steps, into the air-conditioned house. She made sure to add an extra bounce to her step as she picked each foot from the ground up.
-OTH-
"I guess this is my room," Brooke though aloud as she turned her wrist to open the door handle, but was not greeted by a welcoming committee.
"Peyton, get the hell out!" the blonde screamed, half dressed, as he hovered over the young girl.
Brooke smirked as she leaned against the doorframe. It was nothing she hadn't seen before, so why should she feel embarrassed for walking in. He should be lucky it wasn't Peyton.
"It's not Peyton," Brooke said, and the blonde popped his head up from the bed. He must have though the person had left, Brooke thought.
"Ok, well go," Lucas, said as he began to button his shirt, glad that they had not gotten as far as to be discomfited.
"I would, but Peyton said this was my room," Brooke said innocently.
"Brooke? Davis?" Lucas asked, pushing Anna away from him as they both finished getting ready to face the crowd downstairs.
"Guilty," Brooke replied, raising one eyebrow at him.
"Wow…well uh," he began, clearing his throat. "Your room is across from mine. I can show you," Lucas said, tongue-tied.
She was gorgeous, and she knew it. Maybe, that is what made talking to her, looking at her, being near her, so hard. She was confident, and was used to guys falling.
"I think I will be ok. Carry on," Brooke winked as she turned to go to her own room, but not after making a note about the way the blonde's abs were perfectly sculpted. He was hot, and she couldn't deny it.
-OTH-
"Hi baby girl," Brooke gushed as she leaned over the crib, taking the small baby into her arms.
Lucas walked by the nursery, expecting to see a small baby girl, Lily, sleeping in her crib. Therefore, he was surprised to find not only his sister, but also Brooke. He leaned against the doorframe, taking the position she had a few hours before, but he only listened.
"You are a beautiful baby, aren't you?" Brooke smiled, rocking the little girl in her arms, a smile plastered on her face.
"She really is," Lucas interrupted, causing Brooke to spin fast, waking the slumbering child awake.
"I didn't mean to," Brooke replied, looking down at the now screaming baby.
"It's ok, really," Lucas smiled, taking his sister into his arms.
"You are good with her. Is she yours?" Brooke asked, seeing the resemblance between the two.
"Oh no. Lily, she is my sister," Lucas chuckled, rocking the little girl, and cuddling her against his shoulder.
"Cute," Brooke smiled. "Well, I have got to go," she laughed, walking away.
"Brooke," Lucas called out, causing Brooke to approach the doorframe once more, having of just left the room.
"Yeah, Lucas, you are Lucas right?" She chuckled.
"Yeah, I am. Do you remember me?" Lucas asked, and Brooke smiled.
"How could I forget," she smiled, winking at him.
Lucas looked down at Lily who was gurgling as Brooke left. Of course he had remembered her, but they were young. They were in 1st grade…but Brooke was Luke's first girlfriend. How could he forget?
A/N- Thanks for reading this chapter. Let me know if you want me to continue :).
Oh and OTH last night…amazing!! I loved the Brucas.
-Brooke-