Best Friends for Always?

Disclaimer- Not mine, all Mark's.

AN- This idea came to me really randomly as I was reading through some other stories and stuff. It might suck. I don't know. It's only my second fanfic. My other one if Same Mistake Twice, it's a Brucas story too.

Background- This is AU. Brooke and Lucas have been friends for most of their lives. Haley is the head cheerleader. Nathan is the captain of the basketball team. Peyton and Jake are really good friends and they kind of hang out just hang around by themselves, but Jake is also on the basketball team, so he is kind of friends with Nathan. Peyton is a cheerleader, but she doesn't hang out with the cheerleaders too much, but she is friendly with them and also with some of the other basketball players. She is only a cheerleader because her mom used to be, but she does enjoy it a little. She is still kind of moody and still listens to the same rock music. Jake doesn't have Jenny in this story. Dan is Lucas' dad, but he is not involved in his life. Obviously, Karen is his mother and she runs the café, she and Brooke are really close. Brooke's parents are pretty wealthy, but she is a really sweet person. She is a tutor. Haley is really rich and still has a lot of siblings. She and Nathan have been friends since they were little and are very close. They live next door to each other. Nathan is a little nicer in this story than usual. He used to date Peyton, but they are now just kind of friends. Peyton was his real weakness, but some stuff happened and they ended their relationship. He is very competitive with his dad, but is not too mean to anyone, unless provoked. He is still a bit of a party boy, but he is also pretty content with just hanging around with Haley and Tim. They can all comfortably hang out together. He is pretty protective of Haley, and at times she can be a little bit sluttish, but most of the time she is just pretty nice.

The story starts out similar to the beginning of the series. Lucas plays at the River court with Skills and Fergie and Whitey trys to recruit him to the team. That's when everything gets kind of complicated.

AN 2- Sorry, it all looks a little bit complicated, but it will all be explained. If you have any questions now--- just ask.

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The sun set over the river, signaling the night was soon to come, yet one blonde, blue-eyed, 6-foot basketball player remained at a small, modest court by the river. He bounced the orange, leather ball towards the ground then took a shot, it went in. Whenever Lucas Scott made it, he imagined the crowd screaming his name and cheering him on; this always brought a grin to his mouth.

"Luke!" Brooke Davis, his best friend since he was 5, pulled him out of his trance, "Your mom sent me to come get you. It time for dinner Broody!" Brooke said cheerfully.

Lucas laughed slightly at the childhood nickname his best friend has bestowed upon him at age eight, when she found out what broody meant, and figured it fit him perfectly. "Alright, Cheery, one more shot, you want to try?" He raised his eyebrows in challenge, he knew that she sucked at basketball and no matter how much she watched him play, she would never be able to play very well.

Brooke laughed at her childhood nickname as he did just a moment earlier. "Lucas Scott, you're not funny. Take your freaking shot, and then let's go! I'm hungry and your mom's chili is calling my name!"

He took his shot and made it, of course, he always did. Then he ran over to the brunette that stood on the other side of the court and jokingly put his arm around her. She screamed, "EWWWWWW! Luke, you stink, get you hands off of me!"

He laughed at her childish antic, yet his arm remained comfortably and protectively on her shoulder. They got into the big red truck that his uncle had given him once he had begun working at his auto shop and they drove off towards his mother's humble, yet delightful café.

Their lives were simple, yet they were happy just hanging out with each other and acting, what some may call, a little childish.

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Nathan Scott dribbled the ball up the court and look for an open pass, everyone else was being guarded. He looked at the scoreboard and saw that he had only 5 seconds until the game was over. They were tied. He had the open shot. He continued on with one dribble, and then got ready to shoot the ball into the basket. He put it up and--- 3… 2… 1…--- SWICH! The ball entered the hoop and the crowd went wild. The game was over, and he was once again the hero. He looked out of the corner of his eye and saw his father, who was being congratulated by another father for having such an amazing son, and smirked. He had just broken Dan Scott's record of 42 point in one game with his last shot--- 44 points, a new record.

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Nathan got changed quickly then found that his usual fan club of cheerleading and other random students were waiting outside of the locker room for him to come out. He smiled, just to please the people, but he was only looking for one person, his best friend, Haley James. He finally saw her light reddish brown hair in the crowd and rushed towards her.

Haley threw her arms are Nathan's neck, and then whispered "I'm so proud of you!" into his ear.

They finally pulled away from each other and both were beaming with excitement. All Nathan had ever wanted was to be better than his father at basketball, and now he had finally succeeded in beating him. Of course, no one else knew this, they just assumed that he was happy because he had made the winning shot, only the girl that stood before him knew they real reason why his smile reached almost past his dark blue eyes.

He felt a tap on the shoulder and looked to his right; he saw lots of tight blonde curls, which meant only one thing- Peyton, "Awesome job tonight, Nate." She said cheerfully.

"Thanks Peyt." He said with a slight grin. It was still awkward for him to not stare at her; it used to come like a second nature. He was happy that they could at least be civil towards each other, even after what happened.

He felt a slap on the back of his head. "Snap out of it lover boy!" Haley yelled at him. "Let's get out of here. We must make an appearance at your FABULOUS party, mustn't we?" She asked in a silly accent that made Nathan laugh.

They walked out of the gym together and were then joined by Tim, who was blabbing on about some hot girl that he had to hook up with at this party.

"TIM! Shut up!" Haley and Nathan yelled at the same time. Nathan started to drive off towards the beach house where the party was being held.

Nathan and Haley loved times like this, when they could hang around and laugh at Tim's newest antic. Though they would never admit to anyone but each other, they loved the simple times like this.

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"Peyton! Hurry up! We gotta go if we are going to go to this party and get out of it at a descent hour," Jake Jagielski yelled at his best friend from her bedroom.

The bathroom door opened quickly. "Geez, Jake! Calm down. Parties are supposed to be fun, they aren't supposed to stress you out," She yelled at him jokingly. "So, how do I look?" She spun around, her blonde curl bobbing around her head.

"You look fine. Now let's get going," Jake said impatiently.

Both of them loved their banter-filled relationship, and often pretended that they did not like each other that much, but they both loved each other to death, as brother and sister, of course.

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"LUCAS SCOTT! You're DEAD!" Brooke yelled at the top of her lungs. Lucas had just thrown a water balloon at her with absolutely no warning whatsoever. She was pretty pissed to say the least.

"Aww… Is cheery a little pissy today?" He looked around and his best friend was nowhere to be found. Suddenly he felt a body pounce on his back, which forced him to fall to the ground. "BROOKE! Damnit that hurt my bad knee." He said in a pseudo-angry voice. Of course, Brooke did not pick up on the fakeness in his voice and begun to freak out.

Brooke rolled off his back onto the ground. "Oh my god! Broody, are you okay?" She looked into his pain-filled blue eyes and instantly felt terrible. "Want me to kiss it all better?" She asked jokingly.

Lucas started to laugh. "Yes, that would make it all better."

Brooke kissed her hand then placed it over his knee and exclaimed, "All better!" in a cheerful voice. She then sighed and said "Broody, let's go somewhere else. I'm tired. Let's go back to your house and watch a movie or something. Alright?" Brooke asked with a pouty face.

"Yeah, I'm pretty wiped out anyway."

He proceeded to get up and noticed that Brooke was still on the ground, looking up at him with that same pouty face.

"LUUUUCCCCASS?" She said his name in an exaggerated baby voice.

He looked down at her with an annoyed face. "What?"

"Pick me up? PLEASE?" He pouted again.

"Geez, Brooke, you're never going to grow up are you?" He loved it when she acted like this, although he acted as if it annoyed him to no end. It reminded him of times when they were little and Brooke wanted to be carried by piggy-back everywhere. Of course, it was Lucas who was recruited to carry her. He looked down at her begging hazel eyes and finally gave in. He kneeled down to the side of her and waited for her to climb on his back. "You ready, Cheery?"

"Uh hu." Brooke said lazily, while her head rested on his shoulder.

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Do you like it? Do you hate it? Please tell me if I can improve it or if you have any suggestions or comments! PLEASE PLEASE REVIEW!

Sorry if it was kind of boring, but it was just a starter chapter, so it's not exactly the most exciting thing in the world!

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