So I am a huge One Tree Hill fan, and as I'm re-watching the series, I got this idea. This is just a preview of the story idea I have. I would like feedback on it and if anyone would like be to turn this into a full blown story, please let me know.

I hope you enjoy. :)

I see the world through the lenses of my camera…

This is the only way I can see the truth. The truth about my family, the truth about school, and the truth about growing up. A camera may produce pretty pictures, but it is the responsibility of the artist to capture what is real.

And that was the thing about living in Tree Hill. If you didn't strive for truth, you got sucked into the fantasy of it all. And that was even more tragic.

Addison Noel Scott loved the River Court. It was her favorite place in town. From here, you had the perfect view of the square across the way, gorgeous trees and wildlife as your backdrop, and plenty of handsome basketball players to serve as your muses. Sure, she could go down to the high school and take a picture of student athletes who strived for popularity, but the fresh air of the River Court beat out the sweaty, loud gym any day. Most importantly, the River Court had one thing the gym did not.

"And here he is, ladies and gentlemen, Lucas Scott." Mouth announced to the entire Court. Addison looked up from her E-1 Olympus, smiling, as Lucas made his way onto the pavement, high-fiving Skills and Fergie. He spotted Addison sitting at the picnic table and sent her a point and a smile, which she quickly took a snapshot of. He laughed, before he made a free throw.

"137 and 3 going into tonight's contest." Mouth said, reading off Lucas' statistics to the tiny crowd of herself and Jimmy Edwards.

"He sucks." Addison quickly hit Junk over the head at his comment, causing him to falter as he tied his shoe.

"And as a special bonus, we're joined in the booth by Junk Moreti." Mouth added, the sarcasm dripping from his tone.

"You don't have a booth."

"Actually, he's 138 and 3-Lucas." Jimmy corrected the wannabe sportscaster.

"Jeez, Edwards, you can remember that, but you can't remember to run a bar of soap under your pits?" Junk asked. Addison scoffed and continued taking pictures, happily getting one of Mouth making a face at her.

"What?"

"You smell bad, man. You're ripe."

"Okay boys." Addison said. "Are we gonna keep criticizing each other, or are we going to play some ball?"

The boys all nodded and ran off to start their game. This had become a daily occurrence for Addison ever since the school year started. Normally, she would meet Lucas down by the bridge and run alongside him as he made his way to the court. From there, they would split into two teams-Lucas and Fergie, and Junk and Skills-while Mouth and Jimmy would announce the games and Addison served as Historian. She couldn't even count how many photos she had of Lucas' game winning shots; Fergie smiling widely with both Junk and Skills looking sour in the background. Of all the things she took photos of, those were her favorites, and that is why this was always the highlight of her day.

"Lucas Scott with the ball." Mouth exclaimed. "And he currently nurses a big winning streak. Come on. 14-13, game point for team Scott." Mouth paused. "For those of you at home, Lucas wears his black shorts tonight with his traditional white high-tops."

"He is currently playing without a shoe contract, Mouth." Jimmy added, causing Addison to giggle.

"Luke flashes in the paint." Mouth commented. "Fergie finds one on the wing. Scott for the game!" And it went in. Addison stood up and cheered, clapping her hands. Lucas ran over to her and picked her up, throwing her over his shoulder as he ran around the court celebrating.

"Lucas Eugene Scott put me down!" Addison exclaimed, hitting his back. "I am not a trophy you can just throw around." Lucas laughed at her comment and set her down. "You're lucky I didn't have my camera on me, or you could have broken it."

"Oh please!" Lucas scoffed. "Just an excuse to get yourself a new one."

"Well I happen to like that one." She punched his shoulder playfully. "Some punk got it for me for my birthday."

"Well that punk must be a really cool brother."

"He is." Both smiled at each other. Lucas ran back over to the picnic table, grabbing his gray hoodie, ball, and Addison's camera bag. He high-fived the guys and told them goodbye, before rejoining her.

"So did you get some good shots?" He asked, handing her the bag.

"I sure did. Enough to start my own Lucas Scott magazine." Lucas scoffed and dribbled the basketball as the two walked towards her car.

"You know since I am so kind as to allow you to come down and take pictures of me, I think you should repay me by giving me a ride home."

"I know." Addison said, putting her bag in the back seat. "But I really can't spare an extra stop." She paused. "I have to make it back before he gets home."

Lucas sighed and nodded his head. "I completely understand. Being cordial to your big brother isn't in Dan Scott's book."

"Exactly."

"Will you at least come over once for dinner with me and my mom? Haley will most likely be there. I'm about 99.9% sure."

Addison laughed. "I would love to. But don't you think Karen would mind? Having Dan Scott's daughter over for dinner probably wouldn't be so appetizing to her."

"Yes, but having my sister over would be perfectly fine."

Addison paused, biting her lip, contemplating his offer. "Okay. I'll see if I can squeeze you all into my busy schedule."

"Us little people would be grateful." Lucas hugged Addison and opened the door to her car. "You be careful baby sister."

"I will." She said, sliding in and closing the door. "Don't get run over tonight."

"Do I ever?"

Addison laughed and turned on the car. She slowly backed out of her spot and headed back towards town, the River Court and Lucas growing smaller in her rear view mirror. She really wished that she could turn around, pick Lucas up, and just go disappear to Karen's house. Anything to be out of her own home. Without her mother there, it was barely tolerable, and living with Lucas would be a hell of a lot better than suffering with Dan.

Pictures zoomed by on her screen, as Addison feverishly went through her photos of the day, organizing them into the various folders on her computer desktop and deleting any low quality ones, all while speeding through her math homework. Music thumped in the background as she hummed along, lost in her own world. She was so preoccupied, that she didn't see her twin brother enter her room until he hit the stop button on her CD player.

"Can I help you?" Addison asked, quickly turning around.

"Your music was bothering me." Nathan replied, groaning. Addison rolled her eyes.

"You're drunk." She scoffed. "You're even more of a pain when you're drunk."

"You would be to if you showed up to anything." Nathan spat back, sitting on her bed. "Where were you tonight?" He asked. Nathan looked over at her computer screen, eyeing the picture of Lucas pointing at her from tonight. "What are you doing hanging out with him?"

"Him?" Addison questioned, turning to face the photo. "You mean our brother?" She continued, exiting out of the pictures.

"That kid is not your brother. I am. And you should be out supporting me at my basketball game, not him."

"Well I'm sorry that I didn't feel like sitting next to dad while he yelled and commented that entire game. Let me guess, he badmouthed Whitey and mentioned the championship game again?" Nathan didn't say a word. Addison knew her words were harsh, but sometimes her brother was a real jerk and needed a wakeup call. She sighed and stood, going over to her brother. "Look, I'm sorry I missed your game. I should have known my twin brother would want me there. I'll be at the next one, I promise." She paused. "And I'll take as many pictures of you as you want." Nathan smiled at his sister, before grabbing her. He lifted her into the air and threw her back down on the bed, pinning her down. "Oh! Alcohol breath you're suffocating me! Get off!"

"Say the magic words." He shouted, pushing her further into the bed.

"Nathan Royal Scott is the greatest basketball player in the world!" She said, her voice muffled by the bed.

"You're damn right." He replied, getting up. Addison hit his arm as he rose. Nathan shook his head, laughing, and walked out of her room. Addison sighed and brought her knees up to her chin. Her arms wrapped firmly around her legs, and she didn't know how long she sat there for.

A part of Addison so desperately wanted her and Nathan to go back to the way they were. The two were twins, Nathan older by a mere five minutes. They had been almost inseparable their entire lives. Everything had changed when they entered high school. But then that was when she finally talked to Lucas. She had obviously known about him her whole life, but she just never thought they would be this close.

She just only wished that both her big brothers liked each other.