Authors Note: Well, you are about to read my fic, so thank you! I've had this idea in my head for awhile and I decided to just put it out there and see the response I got. If you like it, I'll continue it. All you need to know: Lucas and Brooke don't know each other. And yeah, everything else gets explained. They're both 17. Still in high school.

Disclaimer: Yeah, you know my name isnt Mark Schwahn, so therefor I dont own One Tree Hill, so dont sue or anything. I also dont own The beatles ;)

Chapter 1: I've Just Seen A Face

I've just seen a face,
I can't forget the time or place
That we'd just met, she's just the girl for me
And I want all the world to see we've met
Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm mmm mmm

'Damn,' Lucas thinks as he sits down on the cold seat at LAX. He is flying from California to Tree Hill after attending his Uncle Keith's wedding. He is alone because his mother decided it would be best not to come. He was disappointed, but he respected her decision.

He sat down and couldn't help but think about his relationship back home. Peyton Sawyer. She was his first serious girlfriend, and needless to say, it was sadly falling apart. He loved her a lot, but when you start to forget the reasons you're together in the first place, that's how you know its over.

He sighed and figured he would deal with it when he got home. He pulled out 'The Winter of Our Discontent' by John Steinbeck and started reading, when he heard someone speaking.

The voice was raspy but sexy nonetheless. He looked up, then he saw her.

She was stunning with her long jet black hair, green eyes shining, her beautiful dimpled smile he could tell was contagious. When she pulled her hair up into a ponytail so it was out of her face, he caught a real glimpse of her beauty. She was wearing a black leggings and a grey sweater. She had a phone attached to hear and she was laughing so hard, she was close to crying.

Have you ever been hit in the stomach and had all the wind knocked out of you? Because that was how Lucas was feeling right now.

Had it been another day
I might have looked the other way
And I'd have never been aware
But as it is I dream of her tonight di di di di di di
Falling, yes I am falling
And she keeps calling me back againdi di da, di, di

Blindsided would be the understatement of the year. This girl that I didn't even know was unknowingly making me lose my cool. I had to do something, say something. I couldn't let this go, I mean how often does this happen to someone?

I have never known
The likes of this, I've been alone
And I have missed things and kept out of sight
But other girls were never quite like this
Falling, yes I am falling
And she keeps calling me back again

Usually when it comes to girls, I am a pro. I know the right words to say to have them eating out of the palm of my hand. I took a deep breath to calm myself and got up. By now, her conversation was over and she was reading some magazine, but she looked up when she saw me get up. Her looking at me with those big beautiful green eyes suddenly made me loose my cool all over again, and I felt my breath hitch in my throat.

I politely cleared my throat and walked right past her, to the men's bathroom. She looked at me the whole time.

'Stupid, Stupid!' I thought to myself. Oh yeah, that was real smooth. I splashed some water on my face in an attempt to calm down and looked in the mirror.

I've never been cocky, but when I look in the mirror I cant help but like my appearance. I run a hand through my hair which is pointless because my hair is long gone, its completely buzzed.

'Hello, my name is Lucas,'

'Hi, I'm Lucas'

'My friends call me Luke'

'Havent I seen you somewhere before?'

'Hey pretty girl, I'm Luc--'

Yeah, I know, pretty lame right?

I nodded and left the bathroom, and found my seat. She was still sitting there, and she looked up when I came back and sat down. Our eyes locked and a feeling of calm washed over my body. I broke eye contact for a moment to look down at her luggage to see if I could find a name.

'Plane I-92 is leaving, last call for I-92' - They announced on the loud speakers.

I was unfazed by the announcement, but the girl quietly gathered her things.

'Oh shit' I thought. She was leaving. I had to do something, say somethin-

"Here," She said. I looked up and she was handing me a peice of paper. I took it and looked at it confused.

She chuckled, "Its my phone number," She said in a 'duh' tone.

I was still shocked, and I couldn't muster up enough courage to say anything back to her. She shrugged and said, "Just in case you ever get bored or something."

And with that, she was gone. I watched her walk away. Her was was flawless, and very confident, with a little sway in her hips.

I sat there in awe, with an open mouth and speechless. I stared at her number in my hand, and scribbled on it was 'Brooke Davis.'

'Brooke Davis?' I thought with a smile. That's a nice name.