Chapter 2
Lucas Scott was a budding writer. Though he loved basketball, he never got to pursue it unlike his brother, Nathan. But sometimes, when life closes a door, it opens a window.

Flash back
After Keith's death, several lawyers went to pay a visit to Karen at her café.
"Good morning, do you know where I can find Ms. Roe?" said the lawyer politely.
"I am her."
"Oh, we would like to talk to you about Keith Scott's will. Apparently, we thought he had nothing left after he sold his dealership, but as we went through his apartment, we saw a letter."
"What?! I mean, what was it about?"
"Mr. Scott had been saving up his entire life for a college fund for Lucas Scott, who I believe is your son."
"How could Keith not tell me? Well, what does it say?"
"There is enough money for Lucas to go to the college of his choice."
"Wow, oh my goodness. Keith!"
Karen said sobbingly.

Present
Lucas was walking through a hallway in Princeton, when he heard the bell ring.
"Time for class." he thought.
As he was on his way to class, something caught his attention. The notice board was filled with a very colorful ad. It read: "Wanted, a fresh writer for a children's book. Please contact Prof. Newberry for details. Deadline for signing up: Thursday, 23 November."
Lucas thought it was a great idea to try something like that. After all, during his mid-term break, he could take it home to read to his little brother, Jeremy.
Realizing he was already late, he hurried to class with the thought of writing a children's book lingering in his head.

Brooke Davis and Peyton Sawyer were "bestest best friends" as they would say. After high school, they realized no guy was ever worth fighting over, yes, not even Lucas Scott. Although both of them never really did get over Lucas, they never saw nor heard from him after high school. They were trying to move on by running away from their past. They were both in the University of Tree Hill. Peyton was majoring in art whilst Brooke, well… lets just say Brooke was having fun.

Present
"Hey, Peyton!" Brooke called out. "Wait up!!"
"I'm here Brooke, you know I'm not going anywhere without you."
"That's sweet and all P. Sawyer, but I've got exciting news that I am just bursting to tell you."
"Spill."
" You know how I'm always late for class, right?"
"Yeah, Brooke. Remind me again why that's a good thing?"
"Before jumping to conclusions bestest friend, hear me out. Normally, you wouldn't agree with me being late for class but this time a girl from my fashion design class stopped me to ask me to ask you if you were interested in making illustrations for a children's book. You know, since you love to draw, I said yes for you. Now, all we have to do is wait for the writer to send the story."
"Wow, Brooke. That's awesome, I love you."
"I know." Brooke said jokingly, "I love you, too."