Disclaimer: Too bad I don't own One Tree Hill. If I did though…man. It'd Be heaven. Karah and Brenna are all mine though.
"Karah, sweetie, where are you?" Brooke Scott called out to her daughter.
"Right here mommy." Karah Mackenzie trudged into the hall, her small face tear stained, eyes red and puffy.
"Honey, what's wrong?" Brooke asked, squatting so she was at the same level as the four-year-old.
"Bambi's mommy died!" She chocked out, hysterics taking over once more.
"Sweetie, it's just a movie. It's all make believe. Like your fairytale books." Brooke said.
"Okay." Karah sniffled.
"Now where is your sister?" She asked.
"I don't know." Karah answered.
"Brenna!" Brooke called. No answer.
"I'll go find her mommy." Karah said.
"Thanks Care Bear." Brooke said, calling her daughter by her nick name.
Brenna and Karah were fraternal twins. They were complete opposites. Karah had wispy straight blonde hair and sky blue eyes. Brenna had Brooke's dark curly hair with a hint of red to it, and green eyes. Karah was the bubbly twin, with an obsession with Disney anything. Brenna kept to herself more often, and like Lucas, never showed emotion. Karah had multiple friends at school, while Brenna claimed that her best friend was the stuffed hippopotamus that she had received when she turned two.
"Hey honey. Where were you?" Brooke asked, seeing Brenna walk in from the backyard.
"Outside." Brenna replied, sitting on a barstool and taking a chocolate chip cookie from the dish on the counter. She set her hippopotamus on the chair next to her.
"How is your hippo today?" Brooke asked, standing on the other side of the counter.
"Her name is Michelle." Brenna said, placing a cookie in front of 'Michelle'.
"Well, Michelle doesn't look like she wants a cookie right now, so how about we put that one back on the dish and keep the counter clean?" Brooke proposed, picking up the cookie and setting it back in the dish.
"Okay. We're going to go up to my room." Brenna hopped down from her stool, grabbed her hippo, and meandered out of the kitchen.
Brooke sighed. At her second birthday party, Brenna's best friend Michelle had given her that hippo as a present. Leaving the party, Michelle and her parents were hit by a drunk driver and killed. Brenna had never been the same since. And she had never let that stuffed hippo out of her sight.
She picked up the phone and dialed a familiar number.
"Hello?" He picked up after three rings.
"Hey Luke. Where are you?" She asked.
"I'll be home in about half an hour." Lucas answered.
"We've got to do something about Brenna." Brooke said.
"Why?" He asked.
"Lucas, we are raising an Emo kid! I swear! At this rate, Brenna is going to grow up, dye her hair black, have eleven body piercing, draw guns on her binders, and hang out with the depressed anti-social group of kids that smoke behind the apartments by their school." Brooke said.
"Honey, calm down. It's just a stage. I'm sure she'll get over it." Lucas said.
"I know, but I worry about her. She barely even talks to me. You know there's a problem when your child talks more to her stuffed hippo then to her own mother." Brooke replied.
"It will be just fine. I'll be home in a little bit." Lucas reassured her.
"Okay. I love you." Brooke said.
"Love you too." At that, the two hung up the phone.
"Mommy?" Brooke spun around to find Brenna standing in the living room. She was Michelle free, which rarely ever happened.
"Yes sweetie?" Brooke asked.
"I remember." Brenna stated, simply.
"You remember what sweetheart?" Brooke asked again, wondering what the little girl could be talking about.
"Andrew."
Ha! Read and Review please! Sorry it's kind of short. The next chapter will be here soon.