AN. Here is a second chapter. I'm going to place this story on hiatus until I can finish a few other projects. As usual, I don't own anything related to OTH or S B.

Chapter 2

"Where do you want to go, sunshine?"

"Sunshine. I like that. Your place?"

I hesitate. I've already taken two rushed steps with her today. Sure, she seems very eager, and I can't help respond to that. "You sure?"

"Yes. I want a little privacy with you."

Two minutes later we get in. She bounces in, taking in the little apartment, still full of closed boxes waiting for some nesting disposition on my part. She throws herself on the sofa, stretches, and gestures for me to sit beside her. I sit, and she grabs my face, pulling me in and giving me a deep kiss, tongues intertwining, where she ends sitting in my lap. It's a great kiss, electric and tender at the same time. She breaks the kiss, a happy smile dancing in her face and in her huge green eyes.

"Ah, Lucas Scott, so much to do, so little time." She kneels in the floor in front of me, arms in my knees, focusing on my face and hand, so we can talk.

"What do we need to do, sunshine girl?

"We need to talk. I read your book. I loved it, and I feel I sort of know you already, as the author and as a character in your book. It's awful. I feel that I am halfway in love with you already, and you don't know me at all. I was so excited when you asked me out. Why did you do it?".

"The character in the book is not me. It wasn't me between the ages of sixteen and eighteen when I wrote it, and it was even less me after the editors were done with the manuscript. Even the writer is a bit of a fictional fabrication. Writers are professional liars, according to Mark Twain. So, keep an open mind. I sincerely hope not to disappoint you.

"I understand. I'll try to keep that in mind."

"Now, why did I ask you out? I would have waited longer, courted you a bit before asking you out. But if you get in my class, that would be against the rules, so I felt a little rushed and followed an impulse. When I met Bay at your parents, I planned on going after her. She is gorgeous, edgy, smart and intense and I was definitely attracted to her. This morning, when the two of you entered the cafe, I only had eyes for you. There is grace, sweetness and an openness to you that speak to me. Your expressiveness and the way you move captivate me. I realize I don't know you at all, but I find I really want to change that. That without mentioning that you are incredibly sexy."

"OK, excellent answer." She stands up, pulls me up and begins to undress me, taking away my jacket, my tie, unbuttoning my shirt, as she speaks. "I have a problem. I would like to take things a little slower with you. I don't want a fling. I think I want everything with you, just like you told Peyton at your father's beachouse. Did that really happen?" I nod. "However, I haven't been with a boy in over a year. If I don't get into your pants now, I'm going to explode." She manages to look very sweet and extremely horny at the same time.

I laugh. "I haven't been with a girl in six months too. Let's do this. Would you take off your dress? I've been dying to see what's under it."

She steps back and takes off her dress over her head. Under it, a very fit, gorgeously curved girl, with full breasts, broad hips, strongly muscled long legs and a flat abdomen. She turns around, and she looks just as gorgeous from the back, with curved buttocks, dimples and a marked waist. She is wearing no-nonsense underwear in a pale green color. She turns around and asks me with a huge smile, opening her arms. "So, do you like what you see?" She is clearly very proud of her body.

"Breathtaking, sunshine girl."

"If I knew it, I would have shaved my legs. I don't own any sexy underwear. If you want lacy stuff, you'll heve to undress Bay."

"Figures. Delicate girlie stuff under the biker exterior."

"I know! I never understood that,"

"Can I buy you some naughty underwear?"

"Sure."

"You know what? I don't think so. What you're wearing fits you perfectly."

She smiles. "I'm glad you think so. I'm a tomboy, Lucas. I like sports bras, loose dresses, exercise clothes, no-nonsense dry underwear and sneakers. I'll do the girlie dresses and shoes if I have to, but it's not really my thing."

"That's totally fine by me." I undress down to my boxers. I'm in good shape too, so, like her, I know I'll make a good impression. She makes her inspection, sliding her hands softly on my thorax. "Hmm. Very nice"

We kiss, and head to the bedroom, quickly getting more passionate. We finish undressing and get on the bed. I grab a condom in my nightstand, and, very soon, we lose ourselves in each other.

We cuddle for a few minutes afterwards, with soft kisses and slow caresses. I love the silky, toned feel of her skin.

She sits of the bed and looks at me, one hand softly stroking my chest. "I could get used to this."

"I'm a little afraid that I will wake up and you'll have been a dream."

She giggles. "I'm real all right." And a quick, intense kiss. "Let me show you something." She turns her back to me and pulls her hair aside, to show me a delicate lotus flower tat at the base of her neck. I run my finger over it. "Bay did it. She has a similar one in her neck." She turns around, so I can talk to her.

"I saw Bay's. She showed it to me yesterday. Beautiful work."

"Bay is an incredible artist." She traces the tat in my left shoulder with her finger. "Love." A pause. "Are you still in touch with Brooke?"

"I saw her last Christmas at Nathan and Haley's. We barely spoke."

"Such a pity. From the book, I got the impression that she was the girl for you."

"Oh, I agreed with you, for the longest time. But if things has worked out, I wouldn't be here now, and I like it here. It's still seven, Sunshine Girl. What's next, stay here, do it again?"

She laughs. "That's tempting, but I have a different idea. There is something about me that you're going to love. I played basketball in high school. Team captain, best scores. I think I can beat you one-on-one."

I laugh."You're right, I love that. Hell, you're so on it's not even funny!"

I put boxers, a jersey and playing sneakers, grab a ball and we head to her place for her to change. Before we go up, we stop by Bay's studio. She is working intensely on a canvas, about two feet by three, and feels our presence. She turns to Daphne. "Show him around. I'll be with you in a couple of minutes." There are about two dozen paintings lying about. Quite a few a electric looking abstracts. There are people, done in dreamy colors with expressive faces showing intense emotion. There are a few Chinese scenes and other landscapes, always with this restless intensity. To one side, there are three finished and one unfinished canvases of much quieter, more thoughtful, dreamy landscapes. "

"These are mom's." Bay's work is stimulating, challenging the viewer to react. I imagine it hanging from the wall of a busy ad agency or an internet startup. Her work energizes the space around it. Their mother's landscapes are more like easy companions, encouraging introspection. I imagine one of them hanging on a therapist's office. Bay is working from a photograph, on a portrait of an older woman, using greens and purples, on a swirly background with point of light. It's nearly complete. The face shows regret and resignation, with a dose of grim humor, someone who had a hard life, and retains her soul despite of it. There is more life to her painting than to the picture she is working from.

Bay stops painting and starts cleaning her brushes, as she looks at us. She looks at me and then stares at her sister. "You slut. You guys did it. I can recognize that satisfied look anywhere." The sign for "slut" is a new one. She turns to me. "Good job, Lucas. I was beginning to fear she was turning into a nun."

I smile at Bay, thinking of the gloriously naked girl of a few minutes ago. "I don't think there has ever been any risk of that."

Daphne bumps into me. "Hey, stop thinking of me naked, you perv."

"Never."

"Hey, guys, go back to the room. You're clearly not done."

"We were going to play some basketball. Wanna come?"

"Sure, let me go upstairs and grab my camera."

"I have to go and change. Why don't you wait for us in the cafe, Lucas? It will just be ten minutes or so." The two girls walk out, Bay locking the door to the studio. I go into the cafe,

Bay turns to her sister. "So tell me. Is he good?"

"The sex was great. A little rushed, 'cause we have both been doing without for a while. The talking, making out, snuggling, that was dreamy. I can see myself falling for him so easily."

"I could easily see myself doing him. He is such a fine piece of ass. But I couldn't fall for anybody right now, I've got both Travis and Emmet to sort out. I'm really happy for you. You need something good in your life. Hope it works out."

"He calls me Sunshine Girl. I swear my knees go a little weak every time he does that."

"It's a good nickname for you."

"My favorite girl character in his book is a brunette called Brooke. She had two nicknames for him. One was broody. I haven't seen him do it, but I assume there was a good reason for it. I want to use the other one."

"What is it?"

"Boyfriend."

Bay smiles and shakes her head side to side. "Oh, boy. You're in trouble."

"I guess I am."

I walk back into the cafe. There is very little movement, and Regina is standing behind the counter, smiling.

"Hi, you're back. Do you want anything?"

"A glass of water, please."

She serves me a glass with water and ice. "Thanks."

"What did you do with my daughter?"

I look at her with a small smile, without answering. It's not easy for a Latina to blush, but she manages nicely. "We had some fun."

"You're impossible! All right, but where is she, now?"

"She went upstairs to change. We're going to play some basketball."

Regina laughs. "You'll have your hands full. She is very good."

"We'll see. Daphne showed me some of your paintings. I really like your work."

"Thanks. I dabble. Bay is the real artist."

"Don't sell yourself short. Your work may not be as flashy, but you're very, very good. Your art matters, Regina. Keep it up."

"Thank you. Ah. Here they are."

Regina can't avoid noticing the happy glow around Daphne. She looks at Lucas and notices the way he is looking at her. Yes, she thinks, this boy will do.

"I dreamed at playing at the Rivercourt, Lucas."

"Stick with me, Sunshine Girl, and you will. I can't stay away from Tree Hill very long, and I'd love to take you with me."

We arrive at a small park, about five minutes walk from the cafe. It's a poor neighborhood, and the park is surrounded by walls covered in graffiti. There's two basketball courts, one with a two-on-two game going on, and another empty.

"All right, Lucas, it's up to ten by ones. You start."

I look at her confident smile, and I know I have a good opponent. I start feinting to the right and going left, and she follows right along, blocking me, and as I change hands she goes in and steals the ball. Now I'm blocking, she takes two steps to one side and tries for the jump shot, but I block her, tossing the ball to the side. She starts again, and does a feint, right and then left, ducking under my left arm and running to the board, tossing the ball in. Next time she tries a jump shot, I block and keep the ball, taking three fast steps, turning and sinking a basket from afar.

When I position myself for the next start, she goes for my face and kisses me. Then, using the surprise, she steals the ball and sinks it.

"I'm not sure that was by the book."

"You're calling foul?"

"Nah. I liked it anyways."

We keep going, but the game acquires a bit of making out. At one point, as she was about to shoot, I grab her from behind and start nuzzling her neck. Discounting that, she is very fast, and very good at the close game and under the basket, but her jump shot is average. At the end, my height and reach advantage, plus my obsessive training in shooting prevails, since we tie up in disruptive making out. We end ten and seven, both having run a real sweat, and having a huge amount of fun..

"Wow. That was fun."

Bay gets up from where she was sitting. "It was fun to watch too. I think I got two or three great pictures, both of serious playing, and some of the kissing too."

"Lucas you are an amazing player! If it wasn't that damn heart condition, you would be a candidate for the NBA."

"Thanks. I'm not sure I would ever make it to the NBA. I'm not tall enough, or strong enough. What HCM stole was my NCAA run. But I like coaching. By the way, you're a damn good player too. Why aren't you with the Kangaroos?"

Bay interjects. "Hey, wait. What heart condition? What's HCM?"

I explain. "It's a hereditary heart condition that produces and enlarged heart given to failure under stress. It's not dangerous, when controlled with medication, but makes it nearly impossible to engage in competitive sports."

"So, you're not dying."

"No, I'm just coaching instead of playing basketball."

"As to your question about the kangaroos, we got back from China too late for this years tryouts."

"Would you like to play?"

She thinks a little, and then smiles. "Yes!"

"I can probably get you a chance. I'll talk with Coach Miller on Monday. I know for a fact that they can use a player with your ability, perhaps even in their starting line up, and I wouldn't mind working with you on your jump shot, if you want."

She gives me a mischievous look. "Just you and me, working on my jump shot?"

"Yes."

"No hanky-panky?"

"Perhaps a little. Even serious boys like me need a little fun."

"Ok."

Changing subjects, "Do you think we could try to get on the two and two over there? I'd love to play with you, instead of against you."

We go to the other court. There's a salt and pepper pair in their mid twenties playing against a couple of Latino teenagers, one very tall, and one shorter, and the teens are taking the two to school easily. "Loser leaves?"

The taller teen answers. "Yup."

"Red and I are next."

"You gonna partner with a girl?"

"Just wait and see."

"To fifteen by ones, loser leaves." We start the game, and soon enough we're on our groove. I shoot from the outside, diving in to pass to Daphne for close work. The shorter Latino keeps trying to block Daphne, but she is both faster and more able than he is. We shut them out fifteen to eight, and we end up pretty friendly.

"You guys are good! Damn good. We have a regular game here Wednesday nights. Five on five, with a ref and all. Would you guys like to come? Players like the two of you are more than welcome."

"What's your name?"

"My name is Jesus, but everyone calls me Pollo. My friend here is Tico."

I look at Daphne, and sign "What do you think?"

"Go for it."

"We are Luke and Red. We'll be happy to come. What time?"

"We begin at nine. See you on Wednesday, then."

We walk back to the cafe, which by then is already closed. Bay goes up, leaving Daphne and I behind. "This was an incredible evening, Sunshine Girl. Thank you."

"Thank you."

"So, pick you up tomorrow at seven, for our date?"

She looks at me with her huge green eyes. "I don't want to wait until seven tomorrow night to see you again."

"Do you want to go back to my apartment and share a shower with me?"

"I would love that, but no. I want to go up, have a shower, put on my pj's and go to sleep in my bed. Then I want to dream of you."

"You're a wise woman, Daphne Vasquez."

"But tomorrow morning, I'll come to your apartment and I'll cook you breakfast."

"Can you cook?"

She smiles. "You'll see. Then, I want to make out with you, and we can go walk and have lunch at Swope Park. Then come back, dress up , go on our date and have lots of hot sex afterwards."

"Would you sleep over?"

"Would you like me to?" I nod. "Then yes. I'd love to fall asleep in your arms and to wake up next to you."

"Sounds like a plan." I look into her eyes, and again I see that smile that comes from deep within her. "Girlfriend?"

Her smile deepens even further. "Yes. Oh, yes! Boyfriend."

We mark our new relationship with a deep, slow, romantic kiss that I feel all the way to my toes.

Ten in the evening in Missouri is eleven in Maryland. They are probably still awake. I call Haley and Nate's home, and after a couple of rings, Nate answers it. "Scott residence."

"Hi, little brother. How goes?"

"Pretty good. Just finished watching a movie. Jamie had a cold for a couple of days this week, but he seems to be fine now. How's them Kangaroos?"

"I got a sophomore shooting guard with real talent, but who needs to play with the rest of the team. "It's the same old story. The rest of the squad is ok. If I can make them work together, I may be able to take them to the playoffs."

"Well, good luck. What else is new?"

"There's a girl..."

"I see. You need Haley for some girl talk. Don't worry, she'll tell me later. Just send me a picture."

"She is gorgeous, little brother. And she can play ball."

"Now, that's what I call an added bonus. College girl?"

"Sophomore premed. She's not with the girl Kangaroos, but, from what I saw today, she should be."

"I see. A jock, with looks and brains. Sounds like a keeper."

"The only down side is that she is my boss' daughter."

"You mean daughter of the Dean of Athletics?"

"No, the associate Dean. She looks like her mother too."

"Does the mother look good?"

"Yes. I guess Daphne's looks will probably keep. I'm calling her girlfriend"

"Good job, man. How long have you known this girl?"

I look at my cellphone. "Fourteen hours, give or take."

I can picture his frown. "That was fast."

"It's been an eventful day, little brother." I hear in the background. "Is that Lucas? A new girlfriend? Let me talk to him."

"Talk to you later."

"Hi Bil! Miss ya."

"Hi sis. Miss ya right back. So, there is this girl..." I give Haley a detailed account of the day.

"Wow. So, on the plus side, you're really into this girl."

"I haven't felt like this in a long time. Not since Brooke, for sure."

"And on the down side, she might end up taking your class, which would make you two against the rules, she is your boss' daughter and there is a knockout sister floating in the background."

"I think that sums it up."

"You've been around the block, bil. If you really like this girl, don't screw it up."

After the call, shower and bed. And I do dream of her.