I thought I would try this crossover. By the way Jason is Lila's biological dad in this. The kids are all the same age unless I say otherwise. There is a poll at the bottom. I don't own the shows characters. I did make up ones you don't recognize. Read and Review.

Lila's POV

I walk into Brooke's house. "Hey Lila. Can you go get Davis up?" she asks. I nod smiling. Jude gives me a small smile. I go upstairs to Davis' room. I find his 17 year old self sleeping. "Davis, get up." I say shaking him vigorously. "Mom, just give me five more minutes. It is too early to get up." he mumbles. I can't help to laugh. We both aren't morning people. "If you think I'm your mom you need to get your hearing checked. C'mon sleeping beauty. Time to drag yourself out of your beauty sleep." I joke. He picks his head up. "Lila?" he asks sleepily. "Yes, someone give this blonde boy a million dollars. C'mon sleeping beauty. Get up. The basketball team needs their star player." I say. "Then, why don't you play for them?" he asks. "Because that is the boys team. I play on the girls. The only team I would play on with you boys is football." I say. "Well fill in for me." he says flopping over. "I'll fill in for you eating your bacon." I say smiling. He pops up. "You never said anything about bacon, Lila. How could you keep such valuable information to yourself?" he asks, his face plastered with a sleepy grin. I go downstairs. "He's up." I say with a triumphant grin on my face. Brooke smiles and I sit next to Jude. "What's up Baker boy?" I ask. "Nothing. What about you Lila?" he asks. "Nothing much. How are you not doing anything? You are always working on some equation." I say. "Then, you show me how to fix it. Then, all my homework is done." he says grinning. Davis runs in. "I heard we have bacon." he says smiling. "Did you brush your hair Davis?" Brooke asks giving him a plate of bacon and pancakes. Davis nods. "This is just how naturally mess my hair is." he says. He runs his fingers through it. It pops back into it's usually messy state. Davis sits next to me at the island. "So, I'm going to be late. I have to study with Josslyn." Jude says, eating a piece of pancake.

You should probably know that Jude and Josslyn like each other, but they think the other doesn't. It is so easy to see. I'm sounding too much like one of those girly- girls, who only care about setting people up. "Okay, well dinner is at 6 if she wants to come." Brooke says. "I'll be there, if that is okay Aunt Brooke." One of my other best friends, Sawyer Brooke Scott, says coming in from the back door. "Of course, so that is Sawyer, Davis, Jude, Josslyn, Lila, Jamie, Logan, and then all of the adults." Brooke says counting on her fingers. Her husband, Julian, comes in with their two year old, Ciara, in his arms. "Mommy!" Ciara says. Brooke takes her. "Hey baby." she says. She exits with Ciara and Julian leaving us 4 alone. "We always end up here every Friday." Sawyer says, plopping down. "It has been that way since Lila moved down here." Davis points out. It is true. I moved down here at the age of 4 with my parents. I met Jude, Sawyer, Davis, Lydia, and Jamie. Then, my god sister Josslyn moved down here to Tree Hill with her mom. We are the inseparable 7. Everyone in the group has a best friend in the world in our group, but we are all still best friends. Sawyer, Jude, and Lydia are best friends, Jamie and Josslyn are best friends, and Davis and I are best friends. "Well, we better go before Jamie makes it to school before us!" Sawyer says smiling. We all head out of Brooke's house.

"What's up guys?" Josslyn says running off of her front porch. "The sky." I say smiling. "Some people." Lydia says as she and Jamie join us on our walk to high school. We all laugh because Lydia is always making jokes about how short she is compared to the rest of us. "So Davis, ready for the game tonight?" Jamie asks. I smile. These boys love talking about basketball. "I think I can beat all of those boys." Davis says beaming. "Well I think I can beat you, Sleeping Beauty." I say grinning triumphantly, remembering all the games we've had. I've won them all. "In your dreams." He says, his bright blue eyes piercing through me. "Then, I must dream all the time." I say. "And we must see her dreams." Sawyer says. "Haha, funny." Davis says smiling. "You know I like to make jokes." Sawyer says smiling. "No argument there." Josslyn says. "Agreed." Jude says. "She makes jokes 24/7." Jamie says. "Even in her sleep she is cracking meaningless jokes." Lydia pipes up. "I don't crack jokes all the time." Sawyer says. "Yes, you do." we all say. This sets off a chain of laughter. Even Sawyer is laughing. We reach the steps of the school. "Well, see all of you guys at lunch." Jude says. He walks up the stairs. "I've got to go... to the library." Josslyn says, watching Jude go in the school. "Well, see you later." Lydia says. I smile. Josslyn runs up the stairs. We all know she is going to go wherever Jude goes. "Well, I have to go make up my math test. I'll see you later." Sawyer says. She is really bad at math. "Good luck!" I say. She smiles and runs up the stairs. "I'm hungry. Later." Jamie says. "Bye." Davis says. When he is gone Davis and I get to talk. "So, Sleeping Beauty, what has been going on?" I ask him as we walk up the stairs. "Nothing much. I'm just annoyed with Nina." he says. Everyone that walks passed us slaps his shoulder, and then the girls are all staring at Davis. "Seems like everyone wants to be your friend." I say. "Not if we lose that state championship." Davis says. "Well you'll still have me." I say. He smiles. "Well I'll need you if we lose." "You won't lose. Rumble, you haven't lost a championship game yet." I say. "We haven't been in a championship game yet! Why do you have so many nicknames for me?" he asks. "Because you came up with my nickname first." I say. "Well you have to hand it to me, wise one is clever for a 5 year old." he says. That is when the trouble started.

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