"R-A-V-E-N-S GO RAVENS!"
"Jamie Scott steals the ball drives down the court, throws it up for a wide open Davis Scott for the dunk! The captains and cousins are truly showing teamwork as the Ravens are running away with this game, 72- 45. And that's the buzzer; believe the hype ladies and gentlemen because the Ravens are for real. Led by the Scott cousins the Ravens are truly reminiscent of the last team to go all the way to states that was coincidentally led by the Scott brothers."
"Mommy we won!" Brody smiles as he jumps into his mother's arms. "Let's go see Daddy and Davis."
"Don't forget about your sister, baby. Liv did a great job cheering, too." She reminds her son as she shifts him to her hip.
"I know." He replies as he plays with his mom's hair, "She's the prettiest one, duh."
"Flattery will get you everywhere." Liv's voice calls from behind the two.
"Good job, baby girl. You're the best one out there." Brooke smiles as she pulls her daughter in for a hug and a kiss.
"Thanks, ma."
"LIV!" Brody yells as he jumps from his mom into his sister's arms.
"Baby B" she replies and smiles as he plants a wet one on her cheek, "Wanna go find Davis?"
"Yea!" he cheers, "And ice cream?" He asks referencing the siblings' post game tradition.
"Always." She smiles as she disappears into the crowd.
"Excuse me." A voice breathes into Brooke's ear, "But have you seen Brooke Davis, I heard she might be here tonight and I hear she has a thing for blondes."
"Lucky for you" Brooke grins as she turns around into Lucas's arms, "she just so happens to be single and is in desperate need of a place to crash for the night."
"I might have a spare room."
"Ass." She laughs as she leans in for a quick kiss, "Good game, Luke."
"Thank you beautiful."
"Ah get a room."
"Davis!" Brooke yells as she jumps into her son's arms. He has had a good foot on her for about 4 years now. "you looked great tonight."
"Thanks ma." He replies as he shakes her off with less enthusiasm than she normally get from her eldest.
"You ok?" Brooke asks, full of concern.
"I'll be fine, where is the crew? I wanna get going." He replies looking for his brother, sister, cousin, and aunt. "Found them, I'll see you later. Bye Dad, Mom."
"What was that about?" Brooke asks as she turns to face Lucas.
"Don't mind him, Brooke. One of the guys was just giving him shit this morning about having a pinup for a mom." Lily's voice answers.
"Yea that and his genetic inability to hold a girl down." Jamie finishes for Lily as he grabs a hug from Brooke's small stunned body.
"Ouch" Lucas replies as he looks away.
"No offense Uncle Lucas."
"What is that supposed to mean?" Brooke asks to no one in particular.
"We will talk later." Davis's voice booms from out of nowhere, "Let's get going, Brody is already getting tired."
"Am not." The youngest lies, stifling back a yawn.
And with that the Scott kids disappear into the crowd, leaving behind a very confused Brooke. The kids getting shit for her wardrobe and various pictures in different magazines is nothing new. In fact Brooke tries to specifically pick clothes for said occasions that will not embarrass her children, especially her oldest son. The attitude about her relationship with Lucas is new. Well from one of the children at least. Brooke decides a little quality time with her oldest baby will save it all. She makes a mental note to give Davis a little one on one attention later.
"Let's go home." Luca's voice breaks Brooke from her thoughts as he grabs her hand, "Don't think I forgot about my victory present."
"Morning, handsome." Brooke smiles as Davis walks into the kitchen, she decided to let Lucas sleep in and do morning duty alone. He just can't handle his victory presents the way he used to.
"Mom."
Brooke had to give it to her son; he's as subtle as Peyton.
"How would you feel about skipping class this morning to grab some breakfast with your favorite girl?" She asks, knowing how much Davis dreads his first period math class. Guess the apple didn't fall far from the tree with that one.
"I would love too, but I don't think Allie's mom would go for that." He responds not moving his head to face his mother.
"Ha, ha. God you remind me of Nate so much sometimes."
"Is that a bad thing?"
"Depends on the day." She smiles, knowing that it's actually a compliment. Nathan has always been the brother her parents never gave her. "Come on" Brooke begins to beg.
"Aw come on Mom don't pout."
"Come on, Davis, just you and your Mom. Breakfast, my treat, like we used to."
"Fine."
"Yay." Brooke cheers as she pulls him into her arms, he might be 17 going on 18 but he will always be her baby. "Now go get dressed, I want to sneak out of here before the rest of the troops notice."
"Notice what, Ma?" Liv asks as she enters the kitchen.
"Mom's taking me out for breakfast." Davis smugly answers.
"Thanks for that." Brooke responds as Davis runs up to his room.
"Damage control, no worries. I understand."
"And that's why you're my favorite." Brooke smiles as she pulls her daughter into her arms.
"Mommy, I thought I was your favorite?" a little voice squeaks from around the corner.
"Gosh, what is it sneak up on Mom day?" Brooke questions as she pulls Brody into her arms. "Oh baby, Liv is my favorite baby girl." She reasons as she lifts Brody above her head, "You will always be my favorite perfect little handsome man." Brooke giggles as she covers her son's face in kisses.
"Um, excuse me?" Lucas's and Davis's voices break through her giggling.
"I give up."
"Umm, so I thought I was your favorite perfect little handsome man." Davis smirks from the passenger seat of his mom's BMW.
"Aww, was my little guy jealous?" Brooke teases, "I could still do that to you if you want, my perfect little guy." She says as she giggles at the thought of lifting her 6 foot 4, 200 pound son in the air.
"I'll take a rain check on that one."
Brooke parks the car across the street from the Tree Hill Diner. "It's a shame you weren't able to eat at Grandma's when she had her Café, it was the best spot in the state".
Brooke can't help but smile as Davis places his hand on her back as they cross the street and he opens the door for the two. Gosh his father taught him right.
"Do you want the Mickey Mouse pancakes and chocolate milk?"
"Uhh, yea." He smiles as they take their seats, some things never change.
"So" Brooke begins as their food arrives, "Brooding is your dad's thing, the snarky comments are your Aunt Peyton's, and the attitude is Nate's. So would you please tell me what's gross potion they slipped you that made you turn on your mother?"
"It's just." He pauses as he takes a bite of Mickey's ear, "One of the guys was giving me shit about you and dad. And then you were wearing that dress yesterday morning and I don't know it just all kind of piled up on me."
"What about Lucas and me?" Brooke inquires.
"Not being married. Not officially dating. Basically shacking up. Friends with benefits. Whatever you're calling it this week." He shrugs, avoiding her eyes.
"Oh." This is the first time one of the kids had actually confronted Brooke about this, as shocking as it sounds. Sure they've asked questions but it's never actually bugged them before, at least not enough that they've said something.
"I mean forget it; it's none of my business." He shrugs
"You're such a guy." Brooke laughs trying to break the tension, "It obviously bugs you or you wouldn't have gone all Nathan pre-Naley on me for the past 24 hours. Let's talk about it, Davis. It's ok, you don't have to worry about my feelings. I'm tougher than I look."
"It's just, I dunno I get that dad fucked.."
"Language."
"That dad messed up in the past with Aunt Peyton."
"Who told you that?" Brooke interjects.
"It doesn't take Einstein to figure out, Mom. But I don't know, I don't know why you still hold that over his head. What would you do if he actually went after someone else? Don't you think getting married would be the best way to stake your claim?"
"I am not going to marry your father out of jealousy or a need to show possession, Davis."
"Then how about just because you love him?" Davis raises his eyebrow, looking exactly like his father.
"Here's your check." The waitress interrupts, as Brooke silently thanks her for her fantastic timing. She makes a mental note to leave a good tip.
"Your father knows how much I love him, Davis. I don't need a ring or paper to show that."
"Obviously not, the bite marks on your neck are proof enough." He shakes his head in disgust.
"If your father wanted to get married he would tell me." Brooke responds, blowing past the awkward comment.
"Are you kidding me? Mom he proposes every year."
"Yea, cause it's a tradition." She shrugs, and because he loves his 'don't ask me that for another year' compensation, Brooke thinks as she smiles to herself.
"Keep telling yourself that, Mom."
"And what about my wardrobe", Brooke begins, trying to change the subject "I don't think there was anything wrong with what I was wearing yesterday."
"Mom, your dresses are the kind of dresses I want to see my girlfriend wearing, not my mom."
"I'm a fashion designer, Davis."
"You're my mother, Brooklyn."
"Touché, would you rather I wear the World's Best Mommy t-shirt a certain perfect handsome little guy made me?" Brooke pictures the shirt Davis made for her when he was three. "Alright stop giving me the eye. How about this, on game days I'll wear jeans and a nice top?"
"That covers your boobs."
"My boobs are never out, Davis."
"Mother."
"Gosh you're such a prude, I have to flaunt them while I still got em." Brooke shrugs.
"MOM." Davis exclaims.
"FINE." Brooke agrees.
"Alright, can we stop talking about your boobs?"
"Pretty please." Brooke sighs, "Let's get you back to school, champ. Are we good?"
"We're great. I love you, Mom."
"I love you too, Davis." Brooke smiles as tears fill her eyes.
"Aww, Mom, cut it out." Davis smiles embarrassingly as he pulls his mom into a hug.
"Alright, I'm going to sign you in and go visit your dad. Have a good day, baby." Brooke calls to her son as he takes off in search of his cousin and girlfriend.
Brooke pulls out her phone to text Lucas, 'you alone- '
'In my office- '
'Signing Davis in, wanna pick up where we left off, or did I wear you out, grandpa? : )'
'I'll meet you in the gym. – "
"Have a good day, Mom." Davis's voice pulls Brooke from her phone.
"See you tonight, sweetheart." Brooke calls to her son as she walks through the halls of her old school; heading to the gym. The sound of the ball hitting the net and bouncing of the court can be heard as she rounds the corner.
"Well hello there, hot shot." Brooke calls while she enters the gym.
"Uh, hey Mom."