ForeverChanged

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Pairing: Brooke/Lucas… eventually ;)

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from One Tree Hill, I'm just bringing them out to play... hehe... enjoy.

A/N: Brooke is currently living with Lucas and Karen, though, that is likely subject to change very soon. Story will end up with quite a bit of drama p Although the basic setup of the story is based on the storylines from OTH, some things have been altered for the sake of the story.


Brooke Davis walked down the hallway of Tree Hill High, adjusting the bag on her shoulder as she ventured towards her locker, Peyton Sawyer at her side. "So… it's really that serious?" She inquired, lifting a perfectly manicured eyebrow when she'd reached her locker, emptying her bag there and glancing over at her friend. It was hard to believe that Peyton was getting so serious with a guy and only shortly after her breakup with Jake Jagielski.

"I'd like to think so." Peyton laughed shortly.

"So, are you going to the party that Dave's throwing? His parents are out of town…" She commented with a grin. "It'd be the perfect time to get to know that boy toy of yours a little better."

"Brooke."

"What?" The dark-haired student of Tree Hill High inquired incredulously, heels clicking rhythmically against the floor as she left her locker with Peyton at her side, books for her first class in hand, although she highly doubted she'd make it there.

"You know what happens at Dave's parties."

"Which makes it all the more fun." Brooke informed her, a smirk curving her lips upward at her comment. Parties were something that Brooke lived for; the drinking, the dancing… and sometimes, the always implied sex. It was how she'd acquired her reputation and stature at the school in the first place.

Simply shaking her head, Peyton ventured down the hall with a light laugh. "I'll see you later, Brooke. And we'll see about that party."


"You have seriously got to be the biggest drama queen that I've ever met. And trust me, being one myself I've met quite a few." Brooke stated with an annoyed expression from where she sat on her bed, having tossed her incomplete homework beside her.

"I'm not a drama queen, Brooke." Lucas stated with an annoyed look on his face. Lately, whenever he'd attempted to talk to Brooke about anything it had blown up in his face. Apparently, since moving in with him and his mother their friendship had taken a backseat. She'd gotten comfortable in the situation, and maybe it was just a bit of real teenage rebellion. Sure, she'd done all of the same things living with her parents. But it didn't get a rise out of them—it never did. With Karen at least she had some boundaries to catch. And hadn't it been said that the threat of being caught makes what you're doing a little bit more exciting?

"Then what would you call it?" She challenged with a slightly raising eyebrow, not sure why Lucas had been acting so overprotective and overbearing lately. They'd been close for a while now, and he's always kept an eye out for her. But to her it seemed as though he'd become more of a babysitter than a friend, as though he were spying on her to see if she was doing anything wrong to report to his mother. And that wasn't the Lucas that Brooke was used to… she wanted the Lucas back that was quite simply fun to fool around with.

"I'd call it—being concerned."

"Right." Brooke scoffed a laugh, shaking her head minimally at his words.

"I just don't think you should go—if my mom knew you were going to a party tonight, after you told her—"

"Lucas, she won't know." She assured him as she rose to her feet and closed in the distance between them, lightly tapping his cheek with her hand. "She'll think I'm at Peyton's like I assured her."

"I don't get you." Lucas spoke after a pause as he made his way towards her doorway, standing there and leaning against its frame. "You've always hated that your parents were never there, that they were never real parents to you. And now the first time you have any semblance of a real family, you're already given reason for mistrust."

"Don't." Brooke warned him, eyes flashing for a short moment with emotion before she slipped her denim jacket on, proceeding towards the doorway that Lucas was blocking.

"I'm just stating facts, Brooke." Were the words that she was met with, raising her eyebrow slightly.

"The facts? The facts are that you don't know as much as you think you do, Lucas." And with that she made a move to side step him so that she could go get ready for the party in the bathroom and then leave. And the less that she had to see of him, the better. At least, that was her mindset at the moment.

"Don't go tonight." Lucas requested, blocking her way for a moment as he looked down at her, trying one more attempt at getting her to stay in. It wasn't that he didn't want her going it, it was that he didn't want her to go to this party—he had his reasons, but that wasn't something that he was ready to discuss with Brooke. Especially not since things with them had seemingly gotten more tense recently and for no apparent reason.

"To the party? Oh… I'm going, Lucas."

"I just don't think that you should go, because—"

"The only reason he wants me there is for sex?" Brooke offered the information, crossing her arms over her chest, and raising her eyebrows at the look on his face; it said it all. "Lucas, I know that's why he wants me there—and that's the only reason I'm going. Sometimes a girl needs random and meaningless sex." As Brooke stepped out of view and hearing range, Luke spoke quietly under his breath.

"And sometimes a guy needs a girl to give him a second chance."