Author's Note: Hello fellow fanfic-aholics. I am here to introduce this little ditty to you. I wrote it with RedMagic's interest in mind, so enjoy. But do keep in mind that I have no idea where I am going with it; I doubt it'll be a long story though. Probably just a couple chapters. Either way, hope you like.

Disclaimer: I own nothing of course.

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Everything's Gonna Be Okay

Life can be tough on you sometimes.

Seriously.

But there's one thing you have to remember when you feel it getting a little too overbearing:

You always have someone there for you.

Some have their friends.

Others have their family.

The lucky ones have both.

I, however, don't have that latter luxury.

You see, when I was a child my mother, Victoria Davis, left us. I watched her walk out that front door and never look back.

I gotta say, it wasn't that fun of an experience for me.

Or my father for that matter.

After my mom left us, he was never the same.

He used to be charismatic.

A real family man.

Now, he drowns himself in work and is never around.

I'm over it though.

If he doesn't care about me, then why should I care? I don't need him.

Don't be fooled, I didn't always have this mentality.

I used to believe that my father would change.

That he would go back to the happy-go-lucky man he used to be.

But after years of neglect, I realized that was never going to happen.

This put me in a funk, and made me quite the bitter person. I became somebody no one wanted to be around.

I liked it that way.

My best friend Haley had to deal with my mood swings throughout the years.

She tried to help me as best as she could.

Which is why I love her.

She's like the sister I never had.

I thought for sure that I was going to spend the rest of my life in a harsh funk, hating everything and everyone with the exception of Haley.

I was so convinced of it.

Until one day, on the first day of our junior year, it all changed…

"So what are you looking forward to this year?" Haley smiled at me as we walked down towards our first period class.

I smirked. "The end of it."

I watched my friend roll her eyes. "Typical," she said as we arrived to our destination. She turned to enter the classroom as she said, "Come on Brooke, you're seriously telling me that there is nothing you look forward to?"

Now it was my turn to roll my eyes as I entered the class after her. "Hales, how many times must I tell you? Brooke Davis cares for nothing," I said as I sat down in my seat next to Haley.

"You asked her what she looked forward to this year, didn't you?" I hear a male voice chuckle from the seat behind my friend.

"Look Sam, don't you start with me," I threatened.

"Ooh," he laughed. "Someone's feistier than usual today. You having a "girly" day or something?"

"I swear Winchester, one more word out of you, and your social life is over," I continued.

"Well, jeez, it's not like I have one," he laughed. "Dean scares away anyone who gets near us."

"Babe, he's just protective of you," Haley interjected. "Besides, it's not like he scares everyone away," she smiled. "I mean, I obviously had the guts to talk to you."

Sam stared at his girlfriend with an endearing smile. "Hales…" he started. "You do remember that we got together in elementary school, right? Dean wasn't all that intimidating when he was rocking his Power Rangers lunch box."

I rolled my eyes.

I do that a lot, just so you know.

"Can we change the subject?" I asked, wanting to talk about something interesting before the teacher started her lesson.

"Okay fine, what do you want to talk about Queen Davis?" Haley teased. "The floor is all yours."

"Well…" I started with a devilish gleam in my eyes. "I heard through Bevin, who heard through Theresa, who said that Peyton told her personally, that she was caught making out with Lucas in the janitor's closet."

Sam looked at me, uninterested. "So?"

"What do you mean 'so'? Peyton is with Nathan!" I exclaimed.

Haley laughed. "Seriously Brooke, we all saw that coming."

Hm, I hate it when she's right.

I sighed. "Ugh, well excuse me for trying to spice up your lives with a little gossip."

It was now lunch time, and Haley is nowhere to be seen.

She's probably off making out with Sam somewhere.

I looked around the cafeteria with a sigh.

Where should I go?

I looked at every clique's table in consideration.

The cheerleaders.

I could go over there, but then they'd think I actually care and they would try to get me to join.

No thanks.

Moving on…

The jocks.

Nathan and Lucas were sitting on opposite ends of the table, scowling at each other.

I so don't need that drama.

Nerds.

They'd worship me for sure. But I'm not up for that today.

Let's continue on with the search!

I walked further and settled on an empty table. No one that I surveyed seemed worthy enough of my presence.

I discreetly took out my cell so that I could text Haley.

Where are you woman? I don't have the slightest recollection of giving you permission to wander off on your own :p Text me back biatch.

I pressed send with a smirk.

"You're sitting in my seat."

I looked up, and rolled my eyes.

Ah, great. Just what I needed.

Dean Winchester.

"There's the rest of the table," I said using my hand to refer to the table. "Use it."

Instead of arguing further, he sat down across from me and stared.

I waited for him to avert his eyes, but he didn't.

He just stared.

And stared.

…and stared.

"Ok, what do you want?" I said, annoyed.

He smirked.

The a-hole smirked.

"Oh, nothing," he said, with the stupid smirk. "Just admiring you."

"Right," I said, not convinced. "What are you doing talking to me anyway? Aren't you supposed to like, scare me away with your voodoo mind tricks or something?"

"Nah," he laughed deeply.

I hate to admit.

…but it was kind of hot.

"I like you, Brooke," he smiled. "I feel like we have some things in common."

Psh, yeah right.

"I doubt that," I said, as I stood up.

I am done with this convo.

As I walked away, I felt my phone vibrate.

It was Haley.

Brooke, we've got a situation. You mind bringing Dean to the quad? It's urgent. Sam's in trouble.

Aw, crap.

I turn back to the direction I just came from only to be met with a smug grin.

"You're back," he grinned.

"Get your cocky ass up, and let's go to the quad, your brother apparently needs your help," I said, irritated.

His grin goes away with that, replaced with a serious, more solemn face.

Sam must mean a lot to him.

I guess, it's kind of sweet that family means so much to him.

It's not like I find it attractive or anything.

I don't.

I swear.

…

…

Aw, crap.