I don't own One Tree Hill, bacon or milk crates.

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The next day, Britney felt on top of the world. The warm, juicy scent of sizzling bacon danced around the air in her room. Sniffling delicately at the traveling scent of her breakfast, she got up and without thought followed the aroma down the stairs and into the lively kitchen. With her eyes shut, she banged into a wall, then absentmindedly moved to the left and made her way around the kitchen table.

"Good morning Uncle... AH!" Britney screamed as she saw two strange people at the stove. "Who are you? And what are you doing in my house?" she inquired.

"I'm Tim and this is Jake." Said the guy who stood at the stove flipping bacon. Britney looked over at Jake who held his young daughter in his arms. "And that's Jenny." He added.

"Awe! She's adorable." Britney admired the little one. Looking over at Tim she asked, "Why are here?"

Jake set Jenny down in her stroller by the fridge and Britney bent down to play with her. "We're here making breakfast for the big game. It's kind of a tradition." Britney nodded as she stared at the mass of bacon sizzling in the pan.

"How much are you expecting to eat?" she asked.

Tim laughed. "The tradition goes, that two teammates will come over here and cook breakfast, then the rest come over and eat it." Just then the doorbell rang. Britney walked out of the kitchen and met up with her uncle at the door.

Opening the big wooden door, she saw a group of eight guys. "Good morning boys." She said casually as if she always opened the door to a team of attractive guys.

"Britney!" Whitey ordered. "Go put on something more... appropriate!" A couple of the guys whistled as the young girl ran up the stairs giggling to herself. Whitey smacked the boys over the head and went to sit on the sofa.

Britney laughed at herself, she had forgotten that she was still wearing her pajamas. She had also forgotten that they consisted of her bra, panties and an old see-through shirt. Britney pranced around her room in her undergarments as she sang to the music that played on the radio. A young man's footsteps banged against the carpeted stairs as he searched for the bathroom. Britney grabbed her brush from her desk and whipped off her shirt. She brushed her hair as her body moved to the rhythm of the fast song. The young man stopped walking and looked down the hallway for the bathroom.

"Ah ha!" he said as he stared into the small room. "How could your bathroom be this- woah." He said, blown away by the immense shower in the small bathroom. As the young man walked away from the washroom and made his way to the stairs, he stopped at the sound of music. He decided he would notify the young woman in her room of breakfast.

"Hey Britney," he said quietly as he opened the door. Britney screamed and stared at the guy in front of her.

"What are you doing in here Lucas?" She asked as she slipped on a shirt.

"I just wanted to tell you breakfast will be ready soon." He said backing up towards the door.

"Soon?" She asked with a sparkle in her eyes as she approached him. "Then I guess we'll have time for this..." She grabbed a bit of Lucas' shirt and pulled him in towards her. Wrapping her arms around his body, she enlaced her lips with his. The two teens held each other and kissed intimately until the door swung open.

Minutes before in the kitchen

Jake and Tim set the table for twelve. "Jake?" Tim inquired. "Three people are gonna have to sit on milk crates."

Jake laughed. "Me and you and... Nathan can sit on the crates." The young man chuckled again this time leading his friend in too. "Go get Lucas and Britney and I'll call the others in."


Britney leaped back, grabbed something from behind her bed and started talking. "And this is my painting of my sister, Emma." Lucas nodded, trying not to laugh, as the picture she pulled out was that of an old man.

"I'm so sorry!" Tim said wide-eyed as he stood in the doorway. "Uh... uh" he mumbled. "Breakfast is ready."

"Okay thanks Tim." Lucas said as he watched his teammate fumble down the hallway. "I'll meet you down there."

Britney nodded as she watched his butt while he walked out. She sighed and fell back onto her bed. Giggling, she put on a pair of plaid pajama bottoms. She looked in the mirror at herself, then went downstairs.

Everyone was already in the kitchen when she got down. All the guys turned their heads and watched intently as she bounced into the kitchen. Her black hair shined under the bright sunlight that glared in through the open windows.

Whitey spent the first ten minutes of their meal, explaining his game strategy. The young girl looked around the table, if only her friends in Detroit could see this, they'd be blown away. Britney Ouzzif eating breakfast with the whole basketball team. "Britney... Britney!" Whitey practically yelled at his niece, who seemed to be off in another world.

"What?" she asked blindly.

"I said, are you gonna come to practice tonight? Give these boys a lesson or two." He asked proudly.

Britney was unsure. Whenever she had been better at things than the guys, she began to be ignored. "Um... I don't know Uncle Brian. I only know how to play street ball, I don't know any of the real rules."

"Oh come on," Tim's voice echoed through the silent room. "Come play. We'll go easy on you."

Britney smirked and chuckled egoistically. "Easy? Sure I'll come, and I'll kick your ass while I'm at it!" The conversation continued jumping from one subject to another as they gobbled down their breakfast. By the time Britney went up to change, all the plates had been wiped clean. 'And I thought we'd have too much food.' She thought as she climbed the stairs.

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"You look really nice today." Lucas complimented her as they walked in the big crowd to school.

"Thank you!" she said flattered. "So what class do you have?"

Lucas thought. "Chemistry."

"Sounds like fun." Britney stated sarcastically.

Lucas laughed. "Well, I needed another science, and in tenth, I liked chemistry."

"Fair enough." Britney said leaning on her new friend. "I have English."

"Hey Lucas!" Haley said as she ran over.

"I'll talk to you later Lucas." Britney said uncomfortably as she walked away.

"Later." He said then turned to Haley.

"Hey Brit wait up." Nathan said as he walked away from he other players as they turned to go to their class. "You've got English right?" she nodded. "Then walk with me."


"Look who's all cool now." Brooke smirked as she turned to face her once again best friend, Peyton. "She thinks she's so great."

"Isn't it wonderful to be friends again?" Peyton asked sarcastically as she laughed at look of disgust Brooke wore. "She's probably really nice." Brooke looked at her friend with a very skeptical look.

"Anyone as slutty as that can't be nice." She remarked rudely

"Why not? You are." Peyton laughed as her friend hit her shoulder and they watched Britney and Nathan make heir way to class.


As they sat down the teacher stared at Nathan and Britney. "So why weren't you here yesterday?" he asked suspiciously.

Britney looked over at Nathan who discretely shrugged his shoulders. "Well... we were going up the stairs and he tripped on someone's books. He hit his head real hard on the ground, it was bleeding. So I took him to the emergency room. They put some stitches in the back of his head and he's fine now." Britney nodded.

"Right. Nathan and..." he looked at the paper on his desk. "Britney, I don't think so. News travels fast around here." Britney's eyes opened very wide. "Don't worry I'll keep it from Whitey."

The two of them sighed. Then the young teacher added. "But I don't make promises."

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