Okay, I know this chapter is short, but I didn't really know what to write for this chapter. The next chapter I know what I want to write, and will be much longer. Hope you enjoy.
Chapter Two: Stand Here With Me
"Dad!" Seven year old Lucas Scott cried from the front porch.
They had only recently made the big move to the tiny town of Tree Hill, North Carolina. Lucas hadn't been happy to learn that they were moving from California and all his friends. Even at the young age of seven, he knew that he wouldn't be able to see any of them anymore. Lucas was quite popular with all his friends. Mostly because his unique abilities at basketball.
"Lucas, please, for the hundredth time, this is home," Keith Scott smiled down at his son, who had the biggest frown on his face.
"But it's been a week, and I don't have any friends. No one likes me. I'm new, and different. Plus they already have a really good basketball player--"
"Who is your cousin. Which is why we've come to Tree Hill. Your Uncle Dan has fallen ill. I promised I'd help look after Nathan," Keith answered surely. He knew that Lucas would find friendship, and he knew that Nathan would eventually welcome his cousin.
"But I don't like him. He's mean," Lucas scowled at his father, his arms folded across his chest.
"Don't make me call your mom out here," Keith raised an eyebrow, and waited for Lucas to protest.
"I'll be good dad, promise," he sighed, before dropping his arms.
Feeling defeated, he slowly made his way down the front stairs of the front porch, before making a beeline for the backyard.
"Jackson," he screamed, yelling for his large black lab.
The dog met him at the gate, his tongue hanging from his mouth. The heating of a mid-afternoon summer day was awful. Lucas wiped his hand across his forehead, before wiping the sweat onto his jeans. Sticking two little fingers into the gate, he laughed as Jackson licked at his fingers.
"That tickles Jackson," Lucas smiled at the happy dog, whose tail wagged back and forth.
"Luke, come 'round front," Keith yelled from the porch.
Sighing, Lucas waved a goodbye to Jackson, who whined unhappily at the boy. Upset that he had hurt the dogs feelings, he walked slowly back to the front yard.
"Come meet our new neighbors Luke," Keith yelled again.
Digging his tiny fists into his pocket, as he rounded the corner and halted to a stop.
"Luke, this here is Larry Sawyer," Keith pointed to a tall lanky man. One of his hands was wrapped around a tall thin framed woman. Her blond hair went to the middle of her back. His other hand was on a young girl, no older than Lucas. Her hair was curly and almost a dirty blond color. "Well don't be rude, say hello."
"Hi," Lucas waved from his spot.
He'd never really been shy before. He had been the most popular kid in school back in California, but there was just something about that girl. The way her eyes stared at him.
"Hello Lucas. This is my wife Anna, and our daughter Peyton," Larry smiled at Lucas, as he watched him tap Peyton on the shoulder.
"Hello," she said shyly, her hands were held behind her back, as she swayed back and forth.
Sighing softly he decided that one of them had to break out of their shell.
"Would you like to come 'round back and see my dog?" Lucas asked softly, his baby blue eyes lit up as the sun hit them just right.
"Can I dad?" Peyton asked softly, and waited for him to shake his head.
Both kids took off running toward the backyard. Peyton came to a halting stop a few feet from the front gate.
"What's wrong?" Lucas asked, when he realized the girl was no longer beside him.
"That's a big dog," her green eyes were huge with fear.
"Your not scared—are you?" Lucas asked, almost wearily.
"I don't like big dogs. My momma got bit by one a long time ago," Her hands were now clenched into fearful little fists at her sides.
"Oh, Jackson don't bite. He's a good doggy," Lucas spoke heartily of his huge companion.
"His big teeth scare me," she whispered.
"Look, I'll hold your hand. Long as he knows your with me, your good," Lucas smiled at her, holding out his little hand for her.
"Thanks," she smiled softly at him.
Walking hand and hand, they reached the gate.
"Hiya Jackson!" Lucas spoke softly to the large dog, whose tail wagged faithfully side to side. Almost as to say his own doggy hi, Jackson barked loudly, his mouth wide open, his tongue flopped to one side.
"Go 'head. Say hi," Lucas encouraged her.
"Hi," she said quickly.
"You'll get better. You and Jackson will be best friends 'for you know it," Lucas grinned at her.
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