Okay: Thanks to those of you pretty people who review

Answers/ Shhhtuff:1- I wasn't aware that several people were doing Parent Trap fics. I was just watching the movie right before OTH and got the idea and loved it. Parent Trap is one of my all-time favorite movies so I just had to do a fic.

2- Lucas's name is still Scott. I know it doesn't fit well with the whole two different basketball team, ESPN watching thing at all, but you'll see why later.

3- You may have guessed, especially if you have read my other fic (My Brady Bunch) that I love dragging my Naley out. But they will end up together. I mean, if you saw the movie (WHICH YOU SHOULD!) they end up together at the END Wink, WInk But I'm not sure at this point how long it is until the END. lol And depending apon how many people respond, i may do a squeal.

AND NOW TO YOUR FEATURE PRESENTATION:

Chapter 5: Love and Basketball

Hannah arrived at the LAX airport only to be bombarded by Brooke, who ran full speed at her the second she came out of the door and she hugged her so tight Hannah thought her head might just pop off.

"NICOLE! My one and only preteen slut! We need to get out of here! There was an old guy waiting near me that seemed just a little too friendly." She lead them toward baggage claim, and Brooke kept trying to ask her questions, but they kept getting separated by the crowd. Finally, after they had gotten her duffel and got in their car they could talk.

"So... How was camp? I bet it was awesome! How was the selection of hotties?" She asked.

"It was awesome, but the guys were on the other side of the camp, and I sort of got into a TINY bit of trouble and couldn't leave my cabin without my roommate." She told her, knowing that Nicole would brag about her mischief.

"Nicole! What did you do?"

"Uh, I kind of was a brat to this girl so she got mad and decked me, then I kinda hit her back and we got put in the isolation cabin because of stinky old Mary."

"Oh, bummer. But you did kick her butt right?"

"Of course! So anyways, what did you do without me this summer?"

"Oh, you know, shopping, making sure your father doesn't screw up."

"Hmm.. Sounds like fun."

"Duh. Anyways, I have news! That I am not really supposed to tell you, but what the Hell, I'll tell you anyway. Okay so-" She was cut off by her phone ringing. "It's your father." She informed her after looking at the caller id.

"What do you want?" She yelled into the phone.

"NO! I was NOT going to tell her..." She said, with a 'busted' look on her face.

"Fine! Why do I stick around here anyway! You don't even let me gossip anymore! You are killing Brooke Davis, Nathan Scott! Killing her! I hope you miss her when she's gone too. On her grave marker, you can put "Death by lack of gossip and proper girltime!""

"The cheerleaders don't count. They aren't able to carry on a conversation."

"Shut up! I was a high school cheerleader, okay? Whatever, I won't tell her. Yet. We will be home soon." She hangs up the phone and rolls her eyes.

"Sorry, babe, I can't tell you. He wants to be there. Loser."

"Oh, okay." Hannah says.

Brooke looks at her, shocked and sort of laughs at her.

"What?" She says, looking up at her.

"You, Nicole Scott, stops at 'I can't tell you.'? No begging for hints, juicy details, or just the whole thing!"

"Well, would you tell me?"

"If you guessed I could..."

"Hmm... and how am I supposed to guess? I have NO clue what you were talking about."

"Right... but maybe what daddy doesn't know won't kill him?" It was funny to Hannah, how childish she was acting, almost like Aunt Taylor, just a little less sexual, but maybe that would come later she only talked to her for like 30 minutes.

"Brooke, it's okay. I'll just wait."

"Fine. When did you become such a party pooper?"

"I'm just tired. That's all." She tried to cover up.

"Oh, right, like 7 hours on a plane wasn't enough sleep?"

"Actually! There was this annoying bald guy next to me, and I couldn't fall asleep."

"You should have bought the seats next to you too, they don't give you enough room anymore."

"Brooke, I rode in the Business class, do you know how big those chairs are!"

"Not big enough! Where does a girl put all of her make-up at?"

"In the overhead storage!" She laughed, it felt oddly comfortable bantering with her like this.

"You know, you are too much like your moth- I mean father."

Hannah caught what she was going to say, and just looked out the window. Not long after, they pulled up to the house, which was more of a mansion, and got out. About four tall men came out of the house as they were entering.

"Hey Nicole, Brooke." They all say. Hannah wondered if she should know who they are or not.

"Hey guys. The team meeting is over now right?"

"Yep." The last one out tells her.

"Good." She says to no one in particular.

"NATHAN!" She screams into the house, startling Hannah.

She hears footsteps pounding down the stairs as her father comes jogging down them. A big grin forms across his face as he holds his arms out, and she grins too as she runs eagerly into his arms.

"Hey honey! I missed you so much! Did you have a good time at camp?" He says hugging her like Uncle Lucas does, so he's standing up straight and her feet are dangling above the floor.

"Hey dad! I missed you ssooo much! And camp was fun."

"Good." He saw that there were a few tears coming down her face, and he quickly wiped them away. "You okay?"

"Yeah, just really happy finally see you."

"It's only been eight weeks." He tells her.

"Yeah, but it feels like years!"

"How are Stacy and Amber?"

"Oh, you know. Same old, same old." She tells him, not sure what to tell him at all.

"What! That's all you have to say? I send you away from me for eight weeks every year to see them, and all I get is 'Same old, same old'!"

"They are fine. I didn't get a chance to see them much."

"I thought you were in the same cabin."

"We were until this one girl picked a fight with ME and I get put in the isolation cabin with her." She says, hoping it sounds like Nicole.

"Oh, that sucks. Well, come on. Let's have some dinner, then I have some news to tell you."

They eat, on his couch, which was an oversize leather one, and talked about camp. She could tell he was worried about whatever he was going to tell her, even though she had only been with him about an hour. It was like instinct, or maybe she noticed the behavior from Uncle Luke. Or herself.

"Of course, we played basketball. She was really good too." She told him.

"Better than you?"

"Probably, we were always on the same team, so its hard to judge."

"Yeah, look Nicole-" He started.

"Baby! Are you here? Natey?" A woman called, before entering the room. "Oh, I forgot, she was coming home today." She says with a plastered smile on her face, but Nathan didn't seem to notice the flakiness in her voice.

"Yes, she did. Um. Nicole this is Kristin."

"Hi, Kristin." She said, matching the smile on Kristin's face as she shook her hand. She already didn't like her. She was blonde and skinny like a stick, blue eyes, young, maybe 20.

"Hi, Nicole. I am so happy to have finally met you."

"Um. Nicole, Kristin and I are getting married." Way to be blunt.

Dun. Dun. Dun. Well have a nice day. lol

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