Disclaimer: I do not own One Tree Hill or the Twilight Saga....

Brooke has been cheated on by Lucas and Peyton only it is the summer between junior and senior year. She moves back from California during the summer and rents the apartment. Haley and Nathan are in limbo, but never got married. She has quit the tour and come home, and he is gone to highflyers camp. Haley having no place to stay moves in with Brooke and an unlikely friendship is forged. Lucas and Peyton aren't officially together, but they are friends. New kids are moving in for senior year and things are about to get shaken up. Especially when the link they have to one of Tree Hill's own is uncovered.

So, a big thank you to everyone who voted in my poll!! It was really something I needed to see which of my two fics would go into publication next! And I am really excited it ended up being Brooke and Edward...I am totally Twilight obsessed right now, and I just think he fits so well with Brooke! (even though there aren't too many guys I don't think she fits well with). Anyways, with out any more waiting...Here is the first chapter. Oh, and also, to those of you who wanted to see Brooke and Nate, do not worry, that story is still being written as well and should be up as my next fic!! :) Now Enjoy!!

Chapter 1:

Blast from the Past

"Brooke I want to thank you again for letting me stay here with you," Haley told the brunette for what felt like the millionth time. "I mean, I just don't know where I would have stayed if you hadn't offered."

Brooke rolled over on the couch and looked at the blonde. "Haley, it is fine. Just like it was the past fifty times I told you," she said, her voice growing exasperated. "Besides, I could use a little help with the rent. My parents weren't so happy about having to pay my rent when they had offered me a perfectly fine place to live in California."

Haley smiled. "Well I have no problem with contributing. I'm actually about to go start my first shift back at the café," She announced as she popped up from the bar stool she was sitting on.

"Well at least one of us is going to do something productive," Brooke moaned and rolled back over on the couch to face the television set.

"This is true," Haley agreed and she grabbed her purse off the counter and slung it over her shoulder. "Brooke, you really should get out and do something. I mean, you haven't really done anything since you've been back in town. Have you even talked to anyone but me?" She asked her, walking and standing over where Brooke was lying.

Brooke propped her body up on a yellow throw pillow. "As a matter of fact Mouth is coming over later today to bring me some lunch and watch a movie," she said in a snarky tone.

"Wow," Haley mocked waving her hands at her sides. "I mean you need to get out of the house."

Brooke flopped back down on the pillows, "Look Haley," she began. "I just don't want to talk about this right now. I haven't felt well and I feel like relaxing at home. Is that such a crime?" She asked her with pleading eyes.

"No, it's not a crime," Haley answered her. "But are you sure that this little staying at home kick doesn't have less to do with you not feeling well, and has more to do with Lucas and Peyton?" She asked, squatting down beside the couch.

Brooke rolled her head over to look at Haley and raised her eyebrow. "Seriously?" She asked, her voice hiding a hint of laughter. "I am so over those brooding blondes that they are not even on my radar," she lied to her roommate.

"Okay, well you won't care to prove it then," Haley challenged her. "There is a great band playing tonight at Tric. Let's go and have some fun," she encouraged, patting Brooke on the shoulder.

"And are you sure that this going out doesn't have less to do with getting me out and more to do with you getting over Nathan?" Brooke asked skeptically with a kink of her left eyebrow.

"Touché," Haley commended, rising to a stand. "Just be ready by the time I get off my shift at seven. It won't take me that long to throw on something presentable."

"Fine," Brooke groaned, inwardly dreading the whole thing. "Now hurry up and get to work before Karen fires your ass," she giggled.

Haley rolled her eyes and bounded out the door. "See you around 7:15," she called as she door swung closed behind her.

Brooke looked at the closed door and pulled a blanket off the couch down around herself. This was definitely going to turn into a long night.

Brooke's doorbell rang a little after noon. She was up off the couch and had actually found herself drawn to her sketchbook. She quickly threw it on the coffee table and covered it with a magazine before going to open the door.

"Coming," she yelled, running towards the wooden door.

"Hey, it's about time, these bags are getting heavy," Mouth said as he pushed past Brooke and into her apartment and placed the bags on the counter.

"Ummmm, what did you get me?" She asked eagerly as she started rummaging through the brown paper bags.

"Chinese, I hope that is alright with you," he said, taking two water bottles out of the fridge.

"Perfect, I love Lo Mein," Brooke told him as she pulled out a carton and some chopsticks.

"I thought you would approve," Mouth said with a knowing nod, as he fished another carton out of the bag and slid a water bottle towards Brooke.

"Thanks," she mumbled between bites, thoroughly enjoying her lunch.

"So are you ready for school to start back?" Mouth asked her. "We've only got about two more weeks."

"Ugh, don't remind me," Brooke groaned. "It's bad enough I have Haley reminding me every other hour, I don't need you doing it too."

"So you're not even a little bit excited to start senior year?" He asked her, unsure of her answer. Everyone he knew was basically stoked to start with this rite of passage.

"No, I mean yes, I mean, a little bit. I don't know," she rambled and then let her head fall into her hands. "There are certain things I am excited for and then other parts not so much," she told him, looking up and meeting his gaze.

"Yeah, I got ya," he commented, taking another bite of his food. He wanted to ask Brooke what the parts she wasn't looking forward to were, but he decided it was best not to push the brunette.

"So on to more exciting and more pressing issues," Brooke began, setting her carton firmly on the counter and plunging her chopsticks into it. "What exactly are you doing tonight?" She asked him, folding her hands and placing them under her chin.

Mouth tried to hold back a smile, but couldn't contain himself. The grin spread widely across his face. "I don't know," he began. "But I have a feeling you have something in mind."

"Oh you know me too well, Marvin," She said to him. "So Haley and I were thinking of going out to Tric tonight, she says there's a great band playing, I have no clue who they are. But I was wondering if you might want to tag along. You know, in case Haley decides to ditch me, I need a wing man," she explained to him, smiling a bright, dimpled smile at him.

"Wing man, huh?" He asked her with a chuckle. "I think I can handle that."

"Good," she said, pleased with herself. "Then it's settled. Just meet me and Haley at Tric around 7:30. And if you flake on me, I might have to kill you," she warned, picking up her chopsticks and pointing them at her friend.

"I don't think you'll have to worry about that," He told her, knocking her chopsticks from his face with his own. "Why would I pass up the chance to spend the night with two hot girls?" He asked rhetorically.

Brooke smiled again and shrugged her shoulders before digging back into her lunch.

When Mouth had left after their movie, Brooke had been inspired to draw a little more but quickly hit a road block. She was in desperate need of some new inspiration.

She decided there was no time like the present to get up and get ready. She hated having to wait around not really having anything to do anyway. So she forced herself up off the couch, leaving her sketches behind.

She went to the bathroom and took a shower. The hot water was almost healing as it washed over her skin. She was starting to feel like her old self again. Maybe Haley had been right, maybe all she needed was to actually get out and get into her old routine to feel like the Brooke Davis she used to be.

She dried off and slipped into her pink fuzzy robe. Then she pulled her wet tresses into a messy bun on top of her head. She wiped off the mirror and then smiled back at her reflection. Suddenly tonight didn't seem like it would be so bad.

Bounding to her closet, Brooke seemed to have the perfect outfit in mind. It felt like another lifetime ago when she purchased the red t-shirt style dress, and it practically was. She paired the dress with a chunky brown belt and brown fringed gladiator sandals.

Laying the outfit out on her round bed, she went to the bathroom to start getting ready.

"Brooke, I'm home," Haley announced when she arrived back at the house after her shift at the café.

"In the back, roomie," she called back to Haley from where she was situated on her bed.

Haley walked into the bedroom the girls shared and was shocked at the sight before her eyes. "Okay, so where has this girl been hiding all summer," she smiled, taking in Brooke's appearance.

Brooke was dressed in the ensemble she had picked out, her hair fixed in messy waves, and makeup slightly subdued.

"Yeah, well, I figured it was about time that she got to come back out and play," Brooke said as she winked at Haley. "Now what are you wearing to this thing?" She asked her causally crossing her legs as she slid to the end of the bed.

"Ummm, I was thinking about this blue shirt I got the other day and some jeans maybe," she said, speaking slowly, afraid the old Brooke that had been unleashed might pounce.

"Okay, that sounds about like you," Brooke told her with a wave of the hand. "But will you please wear these with it," she added, reaching under her bed and pulling out a pair of white wedges.

"Brooke," she laughed out. "There is no way I will not break my neck if I wear those tonight."

Brooke stood up and pushed the shoes into Haley's hands. "Trust me; you will not break your neck tonight because I will not let you. Now hurry up and get dressed. I told Mouth we would meet him around 7:30 and there is no way I see that happening with you moving in slow motion."

"Fine," Haley said, taking the shoes and her chosen outfit as she headed to the bathroom. "Can I just say, I am starting to doubt my wanting this Brooke back," she told her, turning over her shoulder.

Brooke walked to the door way and leaned on the frame. "Well deal with is sister, because she's here and she's not going anywhere." And she stuck out her tongue at the blonde before she disappeared into the restroom.

"So I thought you two were standing me up," Mouth called as he waved the girls over from where he was waiting in front of the club.

"No way," Haley answered for both Brooke and herself. "We are so ready to see Shouting Match it's not even funny," she gushed.

Brooke put her hand on her hip and cocked her head to the side at Haley's words. "Is that who's playing?" She asked confused. "I have no clue who they are."

"Me either," Mouth commented. "But it sure looks like the know how to draw a crowd."

Haley rolled her eyes at her friends as they stood before her. "You two know absolutely nothing about music, you do realize that?" She asked, somewhat amused.

Brooke glared at Haley. "Who do I look like, Peyton?" She asked. "Thank God no," she answered herself. "And that is why you love me. So let's just go in and listen to these Screamers or whoever," she decided grabbing both Haley and Mouth by the arms.

Haley noticing Brooke's misnaming of the band, decided to let it go even though Mouth had sent her an amused look over the oblivious brunette's head. This was the first time she had been out with her best friend in she couldn't even remember how long and she was not going to sweat the small stuff. She intended for this night to bring Brooke completely out of her funk and back to her normal cheery self.

"Now that sounds like exactly what I want to do," Haley agreed as she smiled widely at Brooke and the brunette lead the friends into the club.

"Whoa, it's really packed in here," Haley commented when they finally made it up the stairs and were entering the club.

Brooke smiled widely. "All the better to have a good time my dear," she said. "Now I'm going to get a drink," she announced and pointed towards the bar. "Anyone else want anything?" she asked them.

Mouth shook his head no, as did Haley.

"Oh well, more for me," Brooke said to them with a shrug. Even though they were all underage, she wasn't worried. She had a way of getting what she wanted from bartenders—especially if they were male.

"She's really hopeless isn't she?" Haley turned to Mouth and asked while Brooke was dancing away to the bar with her back turned to her friends.

"You unleashed her," He smiled at Haley. "You knew it was only a matter of time before she was back."

"Yeah, but for some reason I thought she'd have to work up to her old speed. She just jumped back in the deep in without her floaties," she said, waving her hands in the air.

"Well that's Brooke," he told her. "Full of surprises."

Haley nodded her head. That was one point she couldn't disagree with her spiky haired friend on.

"Now this is what I'm talking about," Brooke screamed over the speakers when she made her way back to her friends. Haley and Mouth had made their way closer to the stage and to Brooke's dismay it was right next to a huge speaker.

"Huh?" Mouth asked her, acting as if he was cleaning out his ear.

Haley on the other hand didn't even acknowledge her. She was wrapped up in the opening act, whoever this guy was.

"Why are you right next to the freakin' speaker?" She asked, leaning in and practically yelling into his ear.

Mouth shrugged his shoulders. "Haley's suggestion. She wanted an up-close view of the band I guess," He offered her as an explanation."

"Ugh," Brooke pouted out. "Well I don't plan on being deaf for the rest of my life so I am just going to go hang back by the bar. Come find me if you need me," she told him and stalked off in the way she had come.

Brooke walked back in the direction she had been headed, carrying herself as if she didn't have a care in the world. This was pretty much true, except for the fact that she had wanted to actually be able to talk to her friends tonight. Oh well, it seemed as though she needed to be reminded the world didn't revolve around her.

She reached the bar and leaned back on the cool black surface. She was more than happy that Karen wasn't working tonight. This meant she was free to drink whatever she wanted and didn't have to worry about making the bartenders feel uncomfortable around her boss. She was still only 17 after all.

Another thing about Karen not being here was hopefully her blonde son would be absent as well. And then maybe his blonde-sometimes-friend-and-lover would do the same. At least Brooke could dream.

She swirled her drink around in her glass and then took the last sip. This was definitely going to be a multi drink night, she could feel it. And it was funny, as much as she knew drinking wasn't a healthy way to escape, she felt good getting in touch with her old self, like she was almost someone that she recognized.

"Can I get you another?" She heard a deep voice ask her, snapping her from her mini-self-evaluation that was taking place. It's not like it was a very party-like activity anyway.

Brooke turned her head, full and ready to dismiss whoever this creeper might be. She really wasn't in the mood to have some loser trying to see if he could get her drunk enough to take her home the rest of the night.

The glare she was preparing to throw froze on her face when she saw exactly who had been talking to her.

"Jake?" She squealed and lunged herself at the taller boy standing next to her. She wasn't sure it was him, and if it wasn't she was going to seem like a complete idiot, but she was almost positive it was her childhood friend.

He caught the brunette in his large arms and gave her a squeeze before sitting her back down. "Of course, who else would it be, crazy girl?" He asked her with a roll of the eyes.

Brooke looked at him, a little annoyed though it was hard to be with him. She cocked her hip to the side and placed her hand on it. "I can think of a million people I would expect to see here before you," she told him.

"A million, huh?" He challenged her with a smirk. "I think I have time to hear that list."

"Whatever," Brooke spat as she punched him in his bicep. "Seriously though, what are you doing here?" She asked him, propping her elbow on the bar as she faced him.

"Uh, I'm kinda with the band," he told her, rubbing his hand along the back of his neck. He looked down and then back up to meet Brooke's gaze, not sure why this admission made him somewhat nervous.

"What?!?" She squealed out once more. "You are a screamer? My friend will seriously die when I tell her this!" She shrieked and jumped around waving her hands frantically.

Jacob had to hide back his laughter. "Actually, it's Shouting Match," he corrected her.

"Huh?" Brooke asked, tilting her head to the side, confused.

Jacob now let his laughter out. "Shouting Match, that's the group's name," he explained.

"Yeah, well, whatever," Brooke said dismissively. "Haley is still going to die!" Her happiness at this fact was undeniable. And she turned her attention towards the stage to try to find her friend.

"God, some things never change," he mumbled under his breath, shaking his head and shoulder length dark hair from side to side.

"Did you say something?" She asked, turning her attention back to her long-lost friend.

"No," He told her with a bright smile.

"Okay. So can you come with me to meet my friends now? I cannot wait to watch Haley hit the floor. This is going to be the highlight of my night!" She told him, her eyes dancing more the more she talked.

"Uh, well actually, I kinda have to get back. We're gonna go on in a minute. And honestly, I'm not even supposed to be out here. I just saw you and knew I had to come say hi. It's been so long," he admitted to her, his face turning from confident rock star to sweet boy next door in an instant.

"Yeah, it really has been," she said softly, giving him a small smile as she touched his arm. "But I'm going to be here all night so you have to find me after the show, okay? Because if you don't I will be so pissed that I will seriously hunt you down and kill you," she said with laughter in her voice.

"Sure, sure," he told her, rolling his eyes as he walked back in the direction of the stage and away from Brooke. There was no way to hide the smile that had formed on his tanned features.

Brooke was left staring in her friend's tracks. This was definitely not something she had been expecting when Haley had practically had to force her out of the house this morning. Talk about a blast from the past.

Chapter 2 will be up soon with the help of some lovely reviews!! And I know the Cullens weren't in this chapter, but they are coming!! Promise! :)