Chapter Two- Raising Hell Is Fun!

"Peyton Sawyer!" yelled the announcer.

Peyton walked onto the stage and waved to the audience as she strolled across. When she got to the middle, she stopped and took the microphone. "By the way, for those of you who believe the rumors, I am NOT a lesbian! Thank you!" The audience laughed and cheered as Peyton got her diploma.

Jake smiled as he was called to the stage. He walked across and also grabbed the microphone. "Yeah, that's true. REALLY true. Believe me, I know." He tried to continue, but Principal Turner took the mike away and practically pushed him off the stage.

"Brooke Davis!" Brooke ran onto the stage and did some jumping/kicking/whatever cheerleading moves, then took her diploma. She hugged Principal Turner and gave him a kiss on the cheek, which caused him to blush and laugh out loud.

"Congratulations, Brooke. Now I'm finally rid of you… I mean, I'm so happy for you."

Brooke smiled and jumped off the stage straight into Peyton, who hugged her tightly.

Lucas walked across the stage shyly after his name was called, then got off again as quickly as he could. He hugged and kissed Brooke, then waited for his brother and sister-in-law.

"Haley James Scott!" called the announcer. Haley started to walk on the stage, then turned around, grabbed Nathan's hand and pulled him up with her. "Uhh… and Nathan Scott!" said the announcer, a little confused and surprised.

They walked across the stage, hand in hand, and waved at the audience until they got in the middle. They stopped and started making out to the pleasure of the audience. Principal Turner finally broke them up and sent them down the line to get their diplomas. Everyone off the stage was cracking up. They all had a huge group hug, then went to sit down. Brooke decided her chair was uncomfortable, so she sat in Lucas' lap. During the rest of the ceremony, they decided to clap for people they didn't know. That was just what they did. They were always different.

Even back in elementary and middle school, the six friends always did what they wanted. They weren't necessarily BAD kids, they just liked to be different and make their own rules. Teachers would be so upset if they got more than one of them in their class, because that would mean the year would be crazy and interesting. And there was always at least two or three of them in each class. But that's the way they liked it. If they weren't in a class with at least one of their friends, they would complain to their parents until their parents switched them to another class. Haley, Brooke and Peyton were definitely the worst. They always had to be in the same classes together. They refused to be split up at all. It was a wonder that they still got along after all these years, because they were together constantly. When Peyton had decided she wanted to take art, Brooke and Haley had joined as well, even though they were severely artistically challenged. Same thing with Haley and tutoring. They all did it because they wanted to be together. Brooke's main subject was, of course, boys, but they were all majoring in that category.

So when Principal Turner had tried to make a seating chart for graduation, guess who decided that they would switch it up a little. That's right: Mouth. Nah, I'm kidding again. Everybody but Lucas switched seats with someone so that they would all end up sitting together. Principal Turner wasn't happy about it, but he didn't say anything. Those six were probably his favorite students, because there was never a dull moment around them. As he sat on the stage, pretending to listen to the valedictorian's speech, he looked over at the six friends who were talking amongst themselves and completely not paying attention. He smiled, thinking how quiet the school would be without them. 'Oh well,' he thought. 'I'm sure some other trouble-makers will come along and make my life hell again.' Once the valedictorian was finished talking, Principal Turner walked up to the microphone. "All right, here goes. Congratulations, Class of 2006. It gives me great pleasure to present you to your family and friends and graduates of Tree Hill High School. Now get out there and do something great with our lives!"

Everyone cheered and threw their caps up in the air. Everyone except for Brooke, that is, who insisted that "I did not spend three hours on my hair in order to mess it up by ripping this thing off my head. It is staying there forever if it has to."

Everyone laughed and Lucas put his arms around her. "There are so many things I love about you, Cheery. Your vanity is one of them, believe it or not."

"Why, thank you baby. But what does my dresser have to do with anything?" Everyone looked at her for a minute like she was crazy. "I'm kidding! I just graduated from high school. What, do you think I'm dumb or something?"

"So…" Nathan said, teasing Brooke by changing the subject. Brooke pretended to be offended, then laughed along with everyone else. "Seriously, what are we doing tonight? How are we going to celebrate?"

"Well, we could go to Evan White's graduation party…" said Brooke. Everyone shrugged their shoulders in agreement. "Or we could go out to my car where I've got toilet paper and forks and we could go TP Whitey's house and fork his lawn."

"Yeah, I'm voting for the latter," said Lucas. Everyone else agreed, laughing. Whitey was probably their favorite teacher, and the guys' basketball coach. They were constantly playing practical jokes on him, and he loved it. They had tried to sell him in the paper once. Nathan had called the newspaper and asked them to put an ad that said "Early model specimen for sale: Bald head, attitude, slave driver. $500. Ask for Whitey at: 555-6879." He had laughed so hard about that, after being mad about getting so many calls.

So they all piled into their cars and followed Brooke over to Whitey's house. He was there, waiting for them, but he wanted to see what they would do. He chuckled as they started pulling toilet paper out of Brooke's car. "Camilla, come here. You've got to see what these knuckleheads are doing!"

Whitey's wife, Camilla, came over and looked out the window, then started laughing. "Oh, Brian. Those kids must love you so much. They're always trying to make you laugh. Just make sure they clean it up, huh? I'm going to bed."

"All right, good night Camilla. I love you."

"I love you too, Brian."

Whitey watched them for about half an hour before noticing that they looked like they were running low on ammo. They didn't know he was home because all the lights were off and his car was in the garage. Slowly he opened the front door and stepped out, then turned on the light. They all froze, then slowly turned to the house. Haley and Peyton were in the middle of toilet-papering Jake to the tree in the front, Nathan was shooting baskets with the toilet paper all over Whitey's hoop, and Brooke and Lucas were sticking forks all over the ground.

Whitey stared at them for a few seconds like he was angry. They were all starting to get a little nervous, because they had never seen him that mad. Then, all of a sudden, he started cracking up. "You all are too much. Just too much. Well, come on in and have something to drink. You look tired. Might as well leave that up until tomorrow morning. Don't want to let your work go unnoticed."

They all smiled and walked into Whitey's house. They stayed for about an hour, then left to go to Evan White's party, promising to come and clean up in the morning.

As Whitey climbed into bed, Camilla turned over to look at him. "You big old softie. Why are you crying?"

"I'm not crying," said Whitey. "I just realized that those kids won't be around anymore. As much as they drove me crazy, it was always fun and exciting to see what prank they'd pull next. Now they're all going to go to college and won't come over and see me. I know it sounds selfish, but they're just such good kids."

"Awww… like I said before, you're a big old softie. But don't worry, Brian. Those kids will never forget about you. I'm sure they'll be playing pranks on you until the day you die. And they're going to keep getting worse."

Whitey laughed before rolling over and going to sleep.

Author's Note: Let me know if you liked this chapter, I'm not sure if I liked it or not. It was kinda funny, but also kinda dumb, I think. If you have anything that you would like to see happen in this story, let me know and I will try to put it in. I don't really have a plan for this story, besides to just have fun writing something easy and fluffy and undramatic.