He plays ball like any other good, talented player. But what makes him stand out is his love for it. He loves it so much, he would rather die than to stop, which is what he's doing now. And it was as he is doing what he loves that his brother spots him.
"Hey Luke."
He stares back, somehow hating the way Nathan seems so familiar with his name. So benevolent. He wishes they were enemies again, so that he could justify the hate he has. "Nathan." He greets shortly.
"So instead of shooting hoops, let's hang at my place, it has been awhile since we jammed with the console."
Luke pauses, thinking it over. Here was a friendly invitation, made by his half-brother.
The brother whom he had just seen with Peyton.
Peyton, the girl Lucas really, really likes.
"The one with the hot vamp chick?"
"Yeah, Blood Rayne certainly gives Kate Beckingsale a run for her money." Nathan quips, waiting for bro to walk with him.
"Why not?"
And they slap hands, brothers again.
Even though Peyton was always at the back of both their minds.