Thanks a lot for the replies and I hope you keep them coming. I also hope that you like the story, here's chapter one.
Chapter one:
I must have left it on the table
or the chair
not sure
Every Friday Brooke would go to a party with the popular crowd and when she was there she would get wasted and make out with some guy she was not even remotely interested in, all for her image. When she got bored she would trash something and leave. Lucas on the other hand would help his mother at the café and then he would go home and read a book. If Brooke was sober enough to remember she would come by his house in the middle of the night to hang out and watch a movie or just to talk.
This Friday was no exception.
Brooke entered Nathan Scott's house and took a look around, checking the crowd before taking a tour of the house. After walking around for a while she ended up in the kitchen and a guy who was obviously hoping to get some came over and gave her a drink. She accepted it and drowned it quickly. After a few more drinks, offered to her by the same guy that gave her the first one, she flirted back a little before leaving the kitchen, walking into the living room. It was almost 11pm when she arrived, the perfect girl. She had probably slept with as many guys as Brooke but she still had that innocent smile on her face. She always smiled, she was a straight A student, captain of the cheerleading squad, a tutor when she found the time, always cute, she was Haley James the one and only. With her she had her best friend, Peyton Sawyer, also a cheerleader but not quite as perfect as Miss. James. Brooke had been forced to visit Peyton once and she had found a great music collection and also some great artistic skills. She had started to respect Peyton since then, she was not the normal stereotype cheerleader and neither was Haley. Haley was actually friends with Lucas, well not friends exactly but they hung out at the tutoring center. Lucas was a tutor as well and as soon as Brooke found out she had gotten him as a tutor, first to get her grades up but also to get to spend some time with him. While he tutored her she would tease him and everyone who saw them would think that she was picking on him for not being popular but in fact she was spending some quality time with her best friend.
She had met Haley a few times while Lucas was tutoring her and she had come to like the girl, she was not just a dumb cheerleader she actually had some logic sense behind all the make-up.
A couple of hours later she knew she was way to drunk to take in her surroundings, she heard a guy flirt with her and she knew what he wanted. Let's just get this over with, she thought and as always she ended up in some empty room upstairs with the guy in question. After she gave him what he wanted she fell asleep for a little while and when she woke up she was slightly more sober then when she fell asleep. She decided that her night at this party was over and she already had a great goodbye to give the host, Nathan. When she came downstairs she walked into the kitchen and soon found what she was looking for, a bottle of spray whipped cream. She walked outside and over to his car where she spelled a message with the cream:
'YOU CALL THIS A PARTY?'
When she was done she walked through the town toward her best friend's house, she didn't bother to knock. He was lying on his back, reading as usual. She sat down beside him.
"Hey there broody. What are you reading tonight?" She asked slightly slurring.
"Hey cheery. Actually I'm reading Bleachers by John Grisham. What have you done tonight?" He asked back, not looking up from his book.
"Lets see I went to a party, got drunk, slept with some guy, decorated Nathan's car and then I walked here." She replied.
"Decorated Nathan's car? Decorated with what?" He asked with a smirk.
"Whipped cream." She answered nonchalantly.
"You decorated his car with whipped cream? What exactly does decorate mean?" He was still smirking.
"I wrote "you call this a party?" on it." He burst out laughing. "What!" She asked. "It was the most boring party ever, oh by the way Haley was there." Lucas coughed and sat up while he stared at her.
"And why would I want to know that?" He asked, slightly annoyed.
"Because you, Mr. Broody, have a crush on her." Brooke stated matter of factly.
"I do not!" He argued.
"Yes you do and I know it. I could totally see it too, the perfect guy with the perfect girl." Brooke said, faking a dreamy eyed look. He slapped her shoulder.
"I'm not perfect and neither is she."
"Oh, Mr. Broody have been watching her." Brooke teased.
"I have not, stop turning everything I say against me." He tried to not look like a deer caught in the spotlight but with little success.
"I caught you there, didn't I? Admit it!" She said with a triumphing smile.
"Fine, so what if I do?" He said defeated.
"Nothing I was just saying…"
"Well, don't!" He sounded angry.
"I'm sorry Mr. Moody." She said angrily. "I didn't mean anything by it, don't go and get all defensive on me okay?"
"I'm sorry B. I didn't mean to sound so mad. You just know me far to well for my own good." He said in a calm tone lying back on the bed again. She lay down beside him, snuggling close as he read.
"Can I spend the night?" She asked, closing her eyes.
"As always." He mumbled, caught up in his book.
I think I like it
I think I like it
I think I'd like my soul back