Hey so thanks for all the reviews I really did love them.

And I got different opinions as well which is always nice lol

So here we gooo…. And this a different side of Nathan.

And im sorry if I have already mentioned dan and deb. But im completely crossing out what I said and now WHATS IN THIS CHAPTER IS RIGHT. Hehe yeah.

oh and I warn you, this is fluffy and cheesy.

And uh also I have been a while but I've had exams all week ((which was like the hottest week of the year))) and so ive been revising. Typical me though I have got a major tan and have no idea what ui wrote on any of the tes papers.

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Chapter 3 – You'll never be.

The Monday after the party, everybody was talking about what had Brooke had said. The gossip had spread fast, until now even the freshmen knew exactly what was said at that party, even though none of their friends or acquaintances had been there.

It had shocked everybody, their start basketball player beating up his perfect cheerleader girlfriend. It couldn't be true, could it? Then again, stranger things had happened in Tree Hill.

Just recently Deb, Nathan's mother had disappeared. No-one knew how, or where she had gone. Just that one day she had been seen, the next she had not. Nathan's father had tried to keep things on the down-low, but Tree Hill was a small town, and a missing person was not easily looked over.

Back to the Monday morning, and Brooke Davis was making her usual high-profile entrance into the school. But this day was different, and it didn't take a genius to work out why. Brooke was receiving sympathetic looks. This hadn't happened for years. Brooke knew she'd done a good job on her make-up, she knew it. There was no trace of a black eye apart from her bloodshot eye which still hadn't recovered. She had her favourite fake bright-eyed smile across her face, the one that got her through many a dark time.

But this time it just didn't seem to do the job.

Brooke couldn't decide whether people were getting smarter or she was getting tireder. In any case, the pity glances were coming thick and fast.

She hadn't seen Nathan since Saturday night. He hadn't called, so she simply didn't call him. Brooke figured he must be angry at her for telling the whole of the party about what he'd done, and consequently the whole of the freaking town knew about it. The story would circulate for months, it wasn't like those stories about the latest girl to go up a dress size, which would disappear as soon as the next story came along.

No. This was different.

She didn't know what to do. More than anything she'd wanted to call him, and many a time she'd typed in all the numbers but one. Then however, she'd chicken out. He'd start arguing, that was the way he was. Like father like son. And Brooke had been to enough family dinners to work that one out. Not seeing him, the other option, which was the one currently in progress, may be even more damaging than the first. Not seeing him would make it all the more difficult for later on. It seemed however that the decision would be made for her.

Nathan never turned up for school and he missed basketball practise, something Brooke knew he never did, not even for her. The girl he supposedly loved.

Brooke wandered round in a daze, the same thoughts circulating round her head and giving no chance of letting any schoolwork get through to the innermost parts of her brain. After trying, the teachers finally gave up on her. Of course they knew what had gone on, walking round the corridors from one classroom to the next gave you the whole of the story around ten times over. So they left her to staring at the board. Not moving, her pupils staying in exactly the same spot.

Once leaving her morning lessons, she was left mostly alone. Apart form a couple of freshman who asked her about her weekend's activities. She managed to fend off the gullible girls with "ooh look it's heath ledger!"

At lunch, Brooke sat with Peyton, Jake and Tim as usual. They ate in a sombre silence. None of them knew quite what to say. Apart from Tim, who typically tried to keep the conversation flowing.

"So the fight was awesome wasn't it?" Tim was silenced by three glares aimed straight at his eyes. If looks could kill, well, Tim would have been dead at least six times over. His face was bewildered to say the least.

"Huh? I could not BELIEVE that British guy beat our guy!" They all breathed a sigh of relief and Tim, who after trying at his share of the conversation tucked back into his steak and chips. Eventually, after no more talking, Tim got up to go "search out some chicks" which left the three of them with a slightly easier conversation. The only problem was that it was about mundane things such as homework rather than the one thing they all wanted to talk about. After around 5 minutes, Peyton and Jake got up to leave, which left Brooke on her own with a pile of work.

Bored without even starting, her mind started to drift across the room; the lovable geeks, the stuck-up geeks, the geeks-gone-bad; the emos, the moshers, the skaters; and finally the cheerleaders, basketball players and her. Which left just one more table. The one that intrigued her the most. The one inhabitant at present looked up and caught her eye. His purple bruises reminded her of what lay beneath the inches of make-up she had applied. He smiled, and she smiled back. It seemed like the right thing to do, and it made everything so much better, just that one look.

She was grateful – at least one person understood.

Brooke managed to get through the rest of the day. Just thinking of that one smile really did make everything better. It was the sort of smile that Nathan used to give her before, before all of this.

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She arrived back home puffing and panting – her car had broken down on the way home, so she upped and left it and walked the rest of the way. It seemed like a good idea at the time. Her Jimmy Choos just weren't up for the challenge, so she'd walked across 10 blocks of steamy hot tarmac in her bare feet. She decided, understandably that she needed a long hot soak in the bath. And then she'd decide what to do about Nathan.

Brooke's big red door swung open, and she gasped in delight. Rose petals lined the corridor, and there were candles along the walls. The petals led her through the downstairs rooms and out of the back of the house. Waiting for her at the bottom of the garden was a white limousine. She stepped into it (what girl wouldn't?) and without warning the car set off, shooting Brooke into the back of the car. After finally getting comfortable she started to take in her surroundings. On the stereo was her very favourite song, This I promise you by NSync. And then on the t.v screen in front of her was her favourite show, the o.c. It was playing the best episode as well. You know, the one where Ryan arranges this really romantic hut thingy to be put up (courtesy of Seth and Summer) to say goodbye. Without warning, and just as she was getting to the good part, the limo stopped. Typical.

She waited for a few moments for the driver to open the door for her, but she soon realised he wasn't going to do anything of the sort. She stepped out of the door and found herself on the beach. With no-one in sight. The car suddenly accelerated off leaving Brooke waving her arms madly for it to stop. Unsurprisingly it didn't.

Brooke sat herself in the sand resignedly. So much for a soak in the bath. Out of the corner of her eye Brooke saw a light flash on. And then another and another. Excited by another treasure chest and the hope of finding civilization, she jumped up and started following the lights across the sand dune.

She gasped. Down below her was a gorgeous Eastern style tent with cushions and blankets surrounding it. And there, just in front of her was the most beautiful man I the world. She ran down and jumped into his arms, everything forgotten but them.

"Hey gorgeous. Recognise any of this?" Brooke looked around her. And then it hit her. It was the scene she had been watching in the limo.

She didn't need to say anything. The size of the smile on her face said it all.

Nathan invited her to sit down and the two of them talked and laughed until the moon rose high in the sky. Brooke began to shiver so they all huddled inside the tent. He had done all of this, just for her. She'd thought Nathan had forgotten about her and was skiving off school. But none of that was true- well maybe he did skive off school, but it had all been for her. Brooke wasn't the principal so why should she care?

Although, if she was the principal she figured she'd make sure that any guy who wanted to do something sweet for his girlfriend could have all the time he needed. And there'd be a cake stall in the cafeteria, obviously. Selling those little cakes which had icing an a cherry on the top. They always came in cute little boxes, just like the little Tupperware boxes she had stored away at home, just in case her mum came home and needed them. Thinking of the word Tupperware, she really did like it. It just rolled of the tongue. TUP-PER-WARE. The tupper bit was the best without a doubt.

"What are you thinking about at this moment in time?"

"UH, well," Brooke had kind of gone off on one just like she always did "Well, just then I was thinking about tupperware and how it's such a nice word," Brooke heard Nathan stifle a giggle, "But it all led on from you, I promise." Nathan smiled.

"Uh, Brooke, I'm not sure whether to take that as a compliment or not."

"Compliment. Definitely."

"Is that so?" Brooke replied indignantly that it was and they both started to chuckle, giggle, until they were in hysterics – Brooke was in tears and Nathan couldn't breathe. After all this, the mood turned sombre. They both knew that if they wanted the relationship to work then they had to talk. Properly. About each other. One of them had to be the first to leap in and ask a question.

"I haven't seen my parents in 9 months." Brooke said bluntly. It wasn't a question but it was a start.

"Lucas is taking over my life."

"I can't talk to Peyton anymore."

"I'm turning into Dan."

"I'm scared Natey."

"Me too Brookie, me too." He enveloped her in his arms. They knew the ice had broken. Being so caught up in their own lives had made them forget about the other. They pushed each other away just to punish them, but in the end it just hurt themselves even more. The pain in their lives could not be dealt with alone. They needed someone to share it with. And luckily for the two of them, they had just found that person.

"Uh Nathan?" Nathan looked down at the girl in his arms. She was so beautiful, he couldn't believe he'd actually forgotten it. But he had. Those dimples in her cheeks which suddenly appeared whenever he made her happy, or laugh. And the sparkling eyes that shone for exactly the same reasons. He hadn't seen them in so long, and it was all his fault.

"Yeah beautiful?"

"So you know we've been through all these bad times, well I think we should start to look up, you know over the horizon and such. Well I think we should promise each other some things. I mean, if we're not going to keep those then what are we going to do?"

"Okayyy then."

"I'll go first seen as your cute little face looks like you don't really get what's going on. SO I want you to promise me that you will try to get along with Lucas. He can't be that bad a guy, Jake likes him, and you did just give him the biggest bruises anyone could ever ask for."

"Um look Brooke, I'll try, But he's taking over my life, soon I'll have nothing left. Oh yeah um I have one for you. I need you to promise me that you'll get in touch with your parents. You've waited for so long for them to come to you and they've waited for you to go to them. You need to stop laying that game. I've known you parents a long time, and I know they love you." Tears were now glistening in the corners of Brooke's eyes. The events that had happened before all went out of the window.

"Ok. And I can promise you something else. You will never become Dan Scott. You're too good for that. You'll never be him."

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Still short but it looks long on Word so…

I hope you liked it and understand why she has forgiven him so easily. I'm also trying to make it harder for you for when Luke comes into it properly.

Seee ya