I've just posted the first chapter of this fic over on another site and thought I'd post it here for you guys to read too. It's BL friendship with a little LP too. I dont wanna give muh more of the plot away so read to find out. Oh, and dont worry there will still be regular updates for Things I Never Got To Say too.

Disclaimer - I dont own One Tree Hill or the characters. But, the plotline is alllll mine lol.

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Chapter One - Just You And Me

He always told her that he could see what she was seeing, feel what she was feeling just by looking into those big hazel eyes he'd come to love so much. He always told her that her eyes don't lie. But, she prayed now more than ever that they could keep the truth hidden.

She was in love with him.

She was in love with her best friend.

She wasn't sure of when her feelings had changed. Or even if they'd changed at all. Maybe deep down inside she'd always felt this way. Or maybe she was just confused.

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Brooke Davis drew a huge breath as she looked out into the perfectly pruned garden in front of her. It was filled with the people she loved. The people she'd come to call family. Karen Roe and Keith Scott had been like parents to her since she could remember. They'd been the ones to drive her to school. They'd been the ones to console her when she was down. They'd been the ones to punish her when she'd push it just that little bit too far. Even though her childhood house was only a few blocks away, 1829 Evergreen Terrace was her home. It always had been and always would be. Her hazel/green eyes focused on the blonde young man standing next to the barbecue at the bottom of the garden. Dressed casually in a pair of dark, baggy jeans and a plain black t-shirt, his short sandy hair untidy and his posture sluggish; Lucas Scott was everything she wasn't. He was broody. She was cheery. They were polar opposites, they disagreed on everything but somehow they'd managed to build a friendship that both of them valued above anything. They'd met in school when they were just ten years old. They'd been seated together in class and of course had spent the whole school year arguing about everything; about which sport was better, basketball or Brooke's choice of shopping, about who was cutest, who was tallest, who was smartest. They had nothing in common, they were so unalike but somehow it worked. Somehow it seemed to fit. Now, fifteen years later they were closer than ever. Brooke had moved out to New York after graduation when she'd gotten a fashion internship with a big fashion company; and Lucas, not wanting to be apart from her, had bought an apartment in the same block and had eventually landed a dream job writing for the local Manhattan newspaper. Each month they'd visit Tree Hill together and stay with Karen, Keith and Lilly; Lucas' younger sister. This time they'd booked two weeks off work, so that they could spend some time with they're family during the summer.

Brooke's fingertips now traced the letters that her and Lucas had carved into the swinging chair when they were kids; 'Brooke and Luke - BFF's' She smiled as she remembered a time when they didn't have worries, they didn't have fears, a time when she wasn't in love with him, or at least she didn't know she was in love with him. She'd gotten that lost in her thoughts that she'd hardly noticed him seat himself beside her on the bench.

"You got something to tell me?" he smiled, as he playfully nudged her in the side. She looked back at him with confusion, with an expression than wanted him to elaborate on his words. "You've got something on your mind…your doing that foot thing" he pointed down at her foot which was characteristically dressed in a Jimmy Choo sandal-wedge

"What foot thing?" her perfectly glossed lips curled at each end as she pushed for an explanation

"That thing were you twitch your toes…" he answered. He loved that he knew everything about her, even the little things. The way she'd fiddle with her hair when she was nervous. The way she'd bite the corner of her lip when she was in pain. The way she'd flutter her eyelashes when she'd try and get you to give into her.

"I twitch my toes when I'm serene…" she tried to prove him wrong so that she didn't have to lie about what she was really thinking. About what she was really feeling.

"You twitch your toes when your despondent" he answered almost immediately, with a knowing tone

"You watch me way too closely…" she flashed him a glimpse of her trademark dimples

He moved his head closer to hers in a friendly manner "Somebody's got too" he replied, knowing what a trouble maker Brooke was. Growing up she was the rebellious, unpredictable one. She'd be the reason they'd get grounded for getting home in the early hours of the morning. She'd be the reason they'd end up in the police station numerous times for drunken behaviour. Life with her was always so exciting. So spontaneous. So Brooke.
Lucas was just along for the ride. But, he wouldn't have it any other way.

"So, when's Peyton get in?" Brooke tried to change the subject, knowing that Lucas would continue to question what was on her mind and she'd be forced to keep her eyes from fixing on his as she lied

"10:30 tomorrow morning" Lucas answered, speaking of his girlfriend who would be flying in to Tree Hill from LA tomorrow. He'd met her only months ago, but had instantly fallen in love with her. They were the same; him and Peyton. They had so much in common. They shared the same outlook on life. He'd met her when he'd been working in LA on a newspaper article, and she'd been illustrating article's at the Los Angles newspaper headquarters. Peyton had met Lucas' family a few times, and they had come to be quite fond of the curly blonde. Brooke on the other hand wasn't so taken by Lucas' girlfriend of three months, it wasn't like she didn't like her. Like she didn't get on with her, or that she thought she was a bad person. It was just that Peyton was with the guy she loved. The guy she had somehow convinced herself belonged to her and no one else.

The brunette turned to face her best friend, who had gone a little quiet "You miss her, don't you?" she asked in a whisper-voice. She knew that Lucas found it hard being in a relationship with someone that lived miles away in LA. She knew that he missed Peyton.

Lucas narrowed his bright blue eyes softly in her direction "No…" he shook his head a little "I have you" he told her with a smile before draping his arm over her tiny shoulders and planting a gentle kiss on her forehead. She just smiled sweetly. Silently thanking the heavens that she hadn't lost her best friend. Not yet anyway.

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Lucas smiled as he watched her lay beside him on her stomach, her legs crossed in the air, and her feet displaying ten perfectly painted toenails. The concentration on her face deepened as she picked out the pink marshmallows from the huge bag Lucas had collected from the kitchen cupboard just moments earlier. It was 3:30 in the morning, and everyone was asleep. They were suppose to be doing the same, but Brooke had convinced Lucas that a night of fluffy marshmallows, and cookie dough ice cream was the more exciting option. He had to admit she was right. It felt like they were kids again. Like nothing else mattered. And, that's what he loved most about Brooke Davis; her ability to live in the moment. He was fully aware that if his mom found out they'd stayed up all night eating the sugary treats that were meant to be for little James' and his sister Lilly's birthday party in a few days, he'd be in trouble. He'd always been told that he was never too old to be grounded. And, that's why he never dared to cross the line. Not unless it was for Brooke.

"The pink ones are mine" Brooke whispered before snatching the fluffy pink marshmallow that Lucas had just picked from her pile from his hands and placing it in her own mouth.

"Judging by the amount of bags you've gone through tonight, I'd say they were all yours" he grinned, the small amount of light coming from his bedside lamp highlighting his cheekbones

"Shut up" she rolled her hazel eyes in his direction just as she always did when he'd tease her. There was a pause. Not an awkward one. There had never been any kind of awkwardness between the two friends. And, never would be "You remember when we'd go to your mom's café after everyone had gone to bed…and just make waffles and hot chocolate?…" she reminisced with a smile "Then we'd try to clean up, but we'd always leave something in the wrong place, and she'd notice and go crazy" she giggled just enough to make the top of her nose wrinkle. A mannerism Lucas had come to love.

"Yeah, well, I blame that on you…" he teased once more as Brooke raised her perfectly plucked eyebrows as she waited for his explanation "How hard is it? The mugs go on the top shelf, in order of shade of colour" he reminded her. She'd always insist on helping him clean up after there slumber-like party in the café, but she'd always give the game away by forgetting one detail of the fine arrangements of the pottery, or cutlery, or the way the tea towels had to be hung in order of size. Karen and Lucas were the same in that respect. Everything had its right place. Everything in their lives was orderly. Brooke was the opposite. She was a mess. She never knew where anything was. Lucas was always tidying her apartment, or organising her stuff. Which she'd immediately disorganise in classic Brooke fashion

"You and your mom really should do something about that freaky neat thing you've got going on…" she told him before standing up and taking all of her jewellery off. All of her jewellery except for the silver bangle Lucas had bought her for a graduation present

"If we did, who would clean up your mess?" he grinned from ear to ear before taking off his hoodie, which he threw in her direction, knowing she was cold. She was always cold.

The brunette slipped the grey hooded sweater over her head and flicked back her long, silky hair "Shit!" Brooke cursed under her breath as Lucas tried hard to contain his laughter as he watched her stub her toe on the end of his bed. He could almost feel her urge to scream out in pain, but she couldn't. Not when it was nearing 3:30 in the morning, and everyone was asleep. So, he just chuckled quietly to himself as she winced in pain, biting the corner of her lip just as he'd silently predicted she would.

A creaking sound then came from outside Lucas' bedroom door. A creaking sound that Brooke and Lucas knew all too well. The creaking sound of the floorboards right outside Karen's room. Lucas desperately gathered all the empty sweet bags together and pushed them under his bed, whilst Brooke tried hard to ignore the pain of her toe before diving under the covers and switching off the bedside lamp. Lucas quickly followed and laid beside her in the bed. They both closed there eyes as they waited for Karen to enter, which she did right on cue. Her eyes focused on the two figures laid side by side in Lucas' old bed "Nice try, kids" she said on hearing Lucas snigger faintly "I'll be waking you up at 6am" she informed, before shutting the door. Lucas' snigger turned to laughter as the image of Brooke stubbing her toe still replayed in his mind before Brooke elbowed him playfully in the stomach.

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Mornings in the Scott/Roe household were never easy. Especially on a weekend. Haley and Nathan would bring James round to stay with Lilly for the day. Keith would be back and forth fixing up the car he'd bought. Karen would be doing any other odd jobs around the house. There'd be people coming and going all day. But, Brooke could sleep through anything. And, that's why at 11:30am, she was still fast asleep in the comfort of Lucas' old bed.

Lucas entered through the back door, with a curly blonde in tow. Karen and Haley who were sat at the kitchen table immediately shot up and greeted her "How was your flight?" Haley asked, with a hug

"Yeah, it was good thanks" Peyton replied with a sweet but nervous smile. She'd always been nervous around people she didn't know so well. Especially around Lucas' family. They were such a tight unit. They were so close. She sometimes found that hard to be a part of.

"Your lucky this boy picked you up on time with the night he had…" Karen frowned in Lucas' direction. She'd, of course, found all of the empty marshmallow bags under Lucas' bed, and considering her abnormally organised behaviour had already been to the shop and bought some more treats for Lilly and James' birthday to replace the ones that Brooke and Lucas had eaten last night.

"Where is Brooke, anyway?" Lucas asked, trying to avoid the judging eyes of his mother

"Were'd you think?" Haley scoffed, before putting some dishes into the sink

Lucas looked at his watch. It wasn't noon yet. That meant Brooke still had to be in bed. He glanced over at Peyton, who nodded in his direction "Alright, will you get Nate and Keith in here…we've got something to tell you guys" Lucas informed the others before walking towards his bedroom to wake up Brooke "Brookey!" he walked into his old room and sat down on the edge of the bed next to where Brooke began breaking from her sleep "Brooke"

"What?…" she replied, with her eyes still closed as she turned around in the bed

"Come on, you need to get up…I got something to tell you" he tugged on her arm and chuckled as she pouted and tried to break free of his grasp. She'd always been hard to drag from her pit. Back in New York he'd have to stop by before work and wake her up. Each morning he'd walk into her room, and smile to himself as he'd see her tangled up in a white sheet on her circular bed. Her candy pink pyjama bottoms riding half way up her legs, and her tank top showing a little of her tanned stomach. This morning was no different.

"Cant you just tell me here?…" she groaned in her trademark raspy voice

"I need everyone together" he spoke with some urgency. Urgency that never seemed to register in the brunettes head. But, as the seconds went by with no reply, Lucas began pinching softly at her hips

"Luke, don't…" she moaned quietly, but her rose pink lips began to curl into a smile as she squirmed on the bed "Lucas! Stop" she tried to break from his gentle grip but couldn't help but fall into a fit of giggles "Alright, alright…I'm getting up" she surrendered before swinging her legs off the side of the bed, and standing up "Lucas, I don't even have any make up on" she protested after catching a glimpse of herself in the tall mirror on the wardrobe door

"You look beautiful…lets go" he gently pushed her out the room and followed her down the hallway to the kitchen, where everyone had now gathered

Offering a nod and smile to Peyton; Brooke stood by the doorway of the kitchen whilst Lucas made his way to the curly blondes side "What's going on?" Nathan asked from his place at the kitchen table

"Ok…" Lucas breathed out. Brooke could tell he was nervous. The way his eyes couldn't keep focus, and the way his shoulders began to tense were all signs that whatever was about to leave his lips wasn't easy to say "Before you guys get all crazy and stuff, I just wanna say that this is what we both want…" he wrapped his arm around Peyton's waist as he spoke

"And, we've booked and organised most of what needs doing…" Peyton chipped in convincingly

"Yeah…" Lucas agreed, before locking eyes with Peyton and making the decision right there and then to just come out with it. To just say it "Two weeks from now-" Lucas inhaled nervously "We're…we're" he stuttered "Two weeks from now, me and Peyton are getting married"

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Alright, so I've finally started this fic. Its been a long time coming lol. I'm really excited to know what you guys think to this plot, and I hope you BLers will forgive me for the LP haha only jokin it could be worse, at least Brooke isnt dead haha. Anyways, a little background info just to clarfiy things...the school shooting didnt happen and Keith is still alive. Brooke did live with Lucas during high school, and we'll find out more about why and her family history as the story unfolds.

Everything else I think has been explained but if your not sure about something, dont hesitate to ask

Please comment you lovely readers! HeHe!

Sophia x