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Disclaimer: I do not own One Tree Hill, People Magazine, Oprah, or Tom Cruise. I do own the plot! YAY


"Brooke, we're here! We're here!" Rachel yelled with excitement. Brooke fluttered open her eyes.

"How long was I out?" Brooke asked as she stood up.

"You crashed four hours tops. You were so out that you slept through the turbulence. The plane was like really rocky!" Rachel laughed.

Brooke laughed, "My bad. So, are you super excited? Tomorrow I get to be on national television. Not just Fashion World Channel but the Michelle Fontain Show!" Brooke squealed.

"Oh, stop, your making me anxious," Rachel said as they got off the plane.

"There's just one problem," Brooke said.

"You made a fake letter and we're not going to see Michelle? Ohmigosh, no-no-no," Rachel said. Brooke laughed.

"No, we are going to see her. What do I wear?" Brooke asked.

"Oh, crap you're right," Rachel said.

"I mean, do I wear my own collection or would that make me conceited? Or do I go with some other brand and make myself look ashamed? I mean, I am being interviewed for my collection," Brooke said.

"I think you should wear like dress and then I can model an outfit," Rachel said.

"Yeah?" Brooke asked.

"Yep, besides, we have to look hot. So, I say we go get a mani and pedi!" Rachel squealed.

"Rachel, we just got off the plane," Brooke whined. The hotel bed was calling her name.

"Brooke, we have twelve hours to decide what to wear, do with our hair, make-up," Rachel listed.

"That's what my stylist is for," Brooke said dryly.

"Hey, don't take your frustration out on me! Sheesh, what hotel are we staying in?" Rachel wondered.

"The Hilton," Brooke said.

"The five star Hilton?" Rachel asked. If she was going to the Michelle Fontain Show, she wanted to make sure she had money.

"Yes, Rachel. Okay, so we just got to find the limo driver," Brooke said. Brooke and Rachel scanned the limos for the name 'Davis'.

"There it is," Rachel said as she squealed with delight.

"Hello, Mrs. Davis, I am Philippe, your driver!" The chauffeur said in a professional tone. "Where may I take you?" he asked as he opened the door for Brooke and Rachel.

"The Hilton," Brooke said.

"The one with five stars," Rachel added as she hopped in.

"Rachel, you don't have to tell everyone we are going to a five star hotel," Brooke hissed.

"Why not? Oh, yeah, the fans," Rachel said. Brooke sighed.

"Mrs. Davis, I am a huge fan of your line. My wife buys all the new stuff," Philippe said. Brooke smiled.

"Thanks," Brooke said.

"Now, I will be your personal chauffeur and you may call me when needed," he said as he pulled over into the parking lot.

"We have an interview at eleven sharp at Studio B. So, we need you around…" Brooke trailed off.

"Nine thirty," Rachel finished.

"Can do," he said. Brooke handed him a twenty and got out of the car.

"Holy Shi..." Rachel said as she glanced up at the gigantic building. The magnificent fountain in the middle captured their eyes.

"So, this is living big," Brooke laughed.

"Wow," Rachel muttered out.

"Shall we?" Brooke asked. Rachel nodded and looped her arm around Brooke's.

"It's so… shiny," Rachel said as if in a trance.

"Hello, Mrs. Davis. The penthouse is ready for you," the lady at the front desk said. Brooke grabbed the key and rushed to the elevator. Giddily, they practically ran to their room.

"Brooke!" Rachel yelled.

"Ohmigosh, look at this place!" Brooke yelled out happily. The two girls started screaming their heads off and jumping around like idiots. Now, they truly knew what life in the world of glamour meant.


"Lindsay, have you seen my blue polo?" Lucas asked as he rummished through his suitcase.

"Blue polo, why not a nice tux?" Lindsay emerged from the bathroom.

"A tux," Lucas said.

"You don't see Tom Cruise strolling in on Oprah's dressed like crap," Lindsay said.

"Yeah, but also I will not be jumping on the couch," Lucas retorted.

"Wear the suit," Lindsay ordered.

"Why? The polo is casual," Lucas said. Why was she being such a butt?

"Exactly my point, polo's are casual not dressy. Now, as your editor wear the suit!" Lucas demanded.

"Fine, but only cause it's you," Lucas said with a crooked smile. Lindsay gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.

"Just looking out for you," she said.

"Now, let's go before we're late!" Lucas said as he rushed out the door.


"Hello everyone, and welcome to the Michelle Fontain Show. We have two very special quests today. Please welcome our first guest, Lucas Scott," Michelle said. Lucas took a deep breath and walked on the stage. The crowd went wild.

"Hello," Lucas said.

"How are you?" Michelle asked.

"Great," Lucas said.

"Alright, your book is about your life. We are all very anxious; do you regret anything that happened in the past?" Michelle questioned. Lucas exhaled deeply.

"Yeah, I regret a lot of things. But if I didn't do what I did then there wouldn't be a book. Or an exciting one," Lucas laughed.

"The girl you cheated on, do you regret it?" she grilled. Lucas tried to be calm.

"Yes, I regret it with everything. It was stupid, I have no clue why I did it, but I did. I lost a loved one and a friend that day," Lucas said truthfully.

"You lost contact?" Michelle asked. Brooke nodded.

"Yeah, she left to live her life," Lucas said sadly.

"So, did you bring a guest?" Michelle asked glancing at the audience.

"My editor, Lindsay," Lucas said.

"People Magazine has reported that you two are a couple, is this true?" Michelle asked. Lucas shifted nervously.

"Lindsay is an amazing girl and I am lucky to have her," Lucas said. Lindsay blushed.

"How cute! Now, our next guest is someone special. She has a new fashion line. Please welcome, Brooke Davis!" Michelle greeted. Lucas' jaw dropped. Brooke walked outside and froze. Abort, Abort. Shit. Fuck. Damn it! Brooke forced a smile on her face and sat next to Lucas.

"Hello, Brooke," Michelle said. Brooke smiled and tried to sit as far away from Lucas as possible.

"Hi," Brooke said.

"How are you?" Michelle asked. I feel awkward and I'm with my ex who I still love.

"Fine, thanks" Brooke said.

"So, this fashion line is amazing!" Michelle exclaimed. Lucas nodded and quickly felt nervous as Rachel glared at him.

"Thanks," Brooke said.

"So, is this your friend?" Michelle asked as she pointed to Rachel.

"Yes, that's Rachel and she is modeling an outfit from the spring collection," Brooke said.

"Can we get an insight on the spring line?" Michelle practically begged.

"Lot's of dresses and shorts," Brooke said.

"Excellent, I just have to lose about twenty pounds," Michelle said with a laugh. "We will be right back," Michelle said.


"That was so horrible," Brooke said when the interview was over.

"Come on let's go party," Rachel said.

"Brooke," Lucas said as he rushed up to her.

"What?" Brooke asked irritated.

"I'm sorry," Lucas said for the hundredth time.

"Brooke, I love you fashion line. Good job, babe," Lindsay said as she kissed Lucas. Brooke just glared.

"Hello, gag," Rachel mumbled. Brooke giggled.

"So, I was wondering if you two would like to join us for dinner," Lindsay said.

"No," Brooke said quickly.

"Please Brooke," Lucas begged. No, Brooke, don't fall for that adorable face that makes you want to kiss him.

"Fine," Brooke said as if in a trance. Rachel stopped moving. What?

"Great tomorrow at the Tikki Island Grill," Lindsay said.

"Perfect," Rachel said dryly. She pulled on Brooke before she accepted an invite into Lucas' bed.

"See you guys tomorrow," Lindsay said.

"What the hell Brooke?" Rachel hissed.

"I don't know, he made the face. Besides, I would rather be friends than bitter enemies," Brooke said trying to make her seem less retarded.

"Fine, but for what it's worth, Lindsay just gives off that slut feeling," Rachel said. Brooke giggled.

"Good night, hoe," Brooke said.

"Night, bitch," Rachel said as she turned off the light. Brooke closed her eyes and tried to dream of anything but the boy of her dreams.


AN: Hope you like it! Reviews are Love! Let me know if I should continue!

Coming up: The Date and Brucas deals with the Past!