A/N: Hey, this is my first One Tree Hill Fan Fiction. I love Brouth, so I kept checking on here for some Fan Fiction about them. When I found few, and obviously wanted more, I wrote one myself. I'm not the best writer, and constructive criticism is always welcome. Also, if I get any thing wrong with the show, please tell me! Hope you enjoy!

As you might have guessed, I don't own any of these characters! None of them!

This is taking place the Monday after Mouth took care of Brooke when she got drunk.

Mouth was never the quarterback of the football team. He was never popular, and at the core, he was pretty insecure. All those things didn't really bother him much. But there was one thing that bothered him more then all those things combined. He's never had a girlfriend.

There was one girl at his school, Tree Hill High, which he loved from afar. The problem was, she didn't feel the same way. Brooke Davis was the girl that every guy wanted to be with. The girl that every other girl wanted to be. When asked about Brooke, most girls would say they hated her, but deep down, they envied her. She had the looks, the money, and every guy in Tree Hill asking for her number. What girl didn't want to be Brooke?

"Hey Peyton, what do think I should wear? I'm meeting Felix tonight." Brooke said with a laugh. She looked around Tree Hill High's parking lot. "And when did things get so dead around here?"

"You know, Brooke, I'm not sure you should be doing...that with Felix. He's bad news." Peyton replied. She was worried about her friend. "He's obsessive; I'm just trying to look out for you."

Brooke wasn't paying attention. "Whatever, it will all be coming off anyway." Brooke giggled.

"Look, I've got to go," she said with an attitude, "I've got better things to do."

Brooke was taken back. "What? Like go to your precious art class? Come on, let's head over to my house. You can help me pick out an outfit!"

"I've got to go. Pick out your own damn outfit." And with that, Peyton left.

From across the parking lot, Mouth saw her. The girl of his dreams. "Come on, you can do it," he told himself. "Stop being such a loser and ask her out already!" His little pep talk was interrupted by a familiar voice.

"Mouth," Lucas said, "is there something wrong with you? You're talking and no one is there," he said with suspicion in his voice.

"Lucas…hey. Listen, I'm fine, but I've got to go. Catch up with you later?" he said while he was walking away.

"Sure." Lucas yelled across the parking lot.

Mouth was already facing her. He had one goal. Before he knew it he was face to face with Brooke. "Brooke, hey, what's up?" Why did he always get so nervous around her?

Brooke looked up. "Hey." She looked back down at the latest issue of Cosmopolitan.

"Umm…how have you been lately?" Mouth asked shyly.

Brooke looked annoyed. "Mouth, it's not exactly the best time. I've got to go actually. I have to go to class."

Brooke, go to class? He knew she didn't have to go anywhere. "Oh, okay." Brooke turned away and headed toward the school. What was he doing? He couldn't let her get away. He ran towards the school and quickly stopped her. "Brooke," he put a hand on her shoulder, "you know I'm always here for you, right?"

"Sure," Brooke turned away once more and with a slight eye roll, she was gone. As Brooke was walking away, Felix came to greet her."

"Hey, baby girl. How have you been?" He asked her. "We got plans tonight, right?" He put his fingers through her long, dark hair. "Please tell me we have plans." He whispered in her ear.

"Of course we do." She said with a flirtatious laugh. Felix bent down and kissed her softly. "And Felix," she said smiling, "thanks a lot for taking me home, you know, that night at TRIC."

"No problem, girl. But listen, I got to go. I'll see you tonight." Felix said in a rush. He had plans. He let go of her hand and walked off. Brooke was left there with a small smile. She started heading towards the school.

The worst part? Mouth saw the entire thing.

"Hey Peyton, how are you doing?" Brooke asked, running in the classroom.

Peyton looked up from her unfinished homework. "What? You can't seriously be talking to me right now?"

"What the hell are you talking about?" Brooke thought for a second. "Are you talking about that little fight we just had? Who cares? Listen, a small fight is not going to break up the best friendship ever created."

"Okay…" Peyton replied. Why did she let her push her around all the time?

"So, now that's settled, can we talk? Girl to girl?" Brooke didn't wait for an answer. "I just got back from talking to Felix."

"Figures." Peyton sneered.

"Yeah, it does figure. So anyway," Brooke continued, "I'm thinking about being with Felix. None of this friends with benefits bullshit, like truly together. The sex has been great, I mean really great. But don't you ever want more?" Brooke questioned.

"I've always wanted more." Peyton said back.

"Right," she replied, "and ever since he took care of me that night, you know, after I got totally wasted at TRIC, I've felt totally closer--"

She was interrupted by Peyton. "Felix? Felix didn't take care of you that night. I don't know where you got that from."

"He told me, he was there, I remember." Brooke replied.

"Look, I don't know how Felix got there, but he didn't take care of you. Mouth did."

A/N: Please Review! Any reviews are welcome.