Disclaimer: I do not own One Tree Hill. I own the plot, however.

It seemed like every minute, Brooke looked at the clock. Oddly, she wasn't nervous. No, she was more anxious than anything. She knew that if this meeting went well, she could make it in the world of fashion; her dream.

She shifted in the leather couch. The office was very posh and filled with pictures of amazing models. Brooke pinched herself to make sure it was all real.

"Yes, you are not dreaming," a voice said and interrupted Brooke's thoughts. Brooke turned to face a red head. "Trust me, I thought I was dreaming too!"

Brooke smiled, "Hi, I'm Brooke Davis."

"Rachel Gattina. So what are you here for?" Rachel asked as she took a sip of her water.

"I have an appointment to see if I can work here as a fashion designer. Well, not for them. You see, I won a contest and it allows my design to be made. I have an appointment to see if I could be a good fashion designer. They will let me work for them until I am old enough to run my own store. Well, not old enough but more experienced," Brooke explained.

"Wow, congrats!" Rachel said. Brooke felt like she connected with Rachel. She was pretty and was wearing the same designers that Brooke did. "I am here to model for a fashion designer. Well, hopefully."

"Maybe, you could work with me?" Brooke suggested.

"I'd like that very much. I'm new here and I need people to hang out with," she explained.

Brooke smiled, "Where are you from?"

"New York City," Rachel said. Brooke gasped and raised a brow at Rachel.

"You moved from New York City, to Tree Hill?! Are you ok?" Brooke asked jokingly. Rachel laughed. "I mean big city to small town? Why on Earth—"

"Well, my mom died recently, and I just needed to get away. Besides, New York is a big place and sure, opportunities are endless. But, there is so much competition there it's scary," Rachel explained. She tried to hold back the tears. She wasn't one to show her emotions in front of strangers.

"I'm so sorry," Brooke said softly.

"Mrs. Davis, Mrs. George will see you now," the receptionist said. Brooke's stomach flopped. She nodded and opened up her wallet.

"Here is my cell phone number," Brooke said handing her a card. "If you wanna talk or hang, just give me a call." Brooke followed the lady into a large office. Brooke took a seat on a chair infront of a large desk. The room was empty.

"Hello, Brooke!" A slender lady said as she sat down behind the desk. She was gorgeous. Her black hair was in a messy bun. Her electric blue eyes caught Brooke's attention. This woman had style. A dress from Dolce and Gabana. This woman, was God.

"Hi," Brooke answered quickly. The woman giggled and stretched out her arm. Brooke quickly wiped the sweat from her arm before shaking it.

"I am Catalina George. It is a pleasure to meet you," she said as she tossed a strand of her hair from her shoulder. Brooke smiled. "So, did you bring a portfolio? More sketches?"

Brooke's eyes widened, "Portfolio?"

"Yes, a collection of sketches or pictures of a friend wearing your design?" Catalina explained. Shit. I wasn't told this?

"Um. No one told me I had to bring anything," Brooke answered slowly. Now, her heart was racing and sweat was forming on her forehead. 'I blew it!' she thought.

"Let me get this straight, no one told you to bring that?" Catalina asked impatiently. Brooke nodded. "Really? Well, that was what our meeting was centered around. I mean, I'm not just going to give you a shop and help create your label, if I have nothing to look at," She hissed.

"I'm sor—"

Catalina raised her hand, "Listen, Brooke, in this world, sorry doesn't help anything. I am an important woman and I have no time for people who are not committed to this project fully."

"Yes, ma'am," Brooke apologized.

"You are lucky I like you. Now, I want a portfolio by next Friday. Do you understand me?" she said forcefully.

Brooke smiled, "Yes."

"Now, go away and don't come back unless you have something to show me," Catalina said. Brooke grabbed her purse and rushed out the door.

"Fuck," Brooke said with a sigh. She had survived hell and luckily, she has another chance. One week was a short time to make designs and have someone model. Who would model for her? She couldn't have Peyton do it. Peyton wasn't exactly the model type.

"Brooke!" a familiar voice called. Rachel walked over to her.

Brooke smiled, "Rachel! Oh my god! Can I ask you a huge favor?"

Rachel nodded, "Sure?"

"Will you model some of my designs for me? I didn't bring a portfolio and I really need one. But, I have to make like ten designs in a week and I have no clue how that is going to happen! So, yeah, can you help me?" Brooke asked quickly.

"Of course, buddy!" Rachel said as she hugged Brooke. Rachel knew that Brooke needed someone. She felt it. Maybe this would be the start of a new friendship?

AN: thanks for reading and sticking with this story through the delay. Review and get a spoiler. :)