A/N: Hola trusty readers!

Here is chapter 11…

Yay…

Disclaimer: Well, my name isn't Mark Schwahn, but my brothers might be…

Hang on…

Nope I checked, his name isn't that either so I guess I still own nothing…

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Maybe we like the pain. Maybe we're wired that way. Because without it, I don't know; maybe we just wouldn't feel real. What's that saying? Why do I keep hitting myself with a hammer? Because it feels so good when I stop. – Ellen Pompeo

"What's your dad like?" I asked Lucas as he led me down a path behind the school.

Our hands still intertwined and swinging in between us.

"His name is Keith, owns a very successful car garage. He is very level headed. He always thinks through every possibility before actually doing it. He tends to see the good in everyone even if they don't deserve it" He told me with a smile and I couldn't help but grin at it.

Seeing a real Lucas Scott smile was pretty rare. Usually it was just a smirk or a grimace but not this. This was a full blown smile.

"So you?" I questioned and he shook his head.

"I'm not half the man he is"

"How did your mom go from your dad to Dan?" I asked confused.

Keith sounds just amazing. For obvious reasons Dan… wasn't.

"Mom was distraught after Lily and she just kept blaming my dad. I think she did it do she wouldn't blame herself. She told him to get out, to never talk to her again. He listened. They got a divorce and he hasn't talked to her since. If he needs to give her something he gives it to me. Then about a year ago she met Dan and at the time he made her think…"

"That he was the perfect guy." I nodded in understanding.

I do know a few things about the man that fathered me.

"Yeah. He would give her stuff, he'd show up randomly and she fell for all the lies. I never liked him. I saw right through all of it."

He paused and I nodded feeling like I was talking to a mirror. I have said the exact same things about him.

"After they got married he changed. He rarely came over; he started just making her think she was nothing. I found his stash of pills a few months ago and I told my mom and she was scared to divorce him. He made her think she divorces him he will take everything from her thing. Her home, her diner… everything. It made her stay until you."

"Why?"

He shrugged as he led me down another path and I was still confused where we were going. "I think she just needed one more thing."

"Like the pop of a coke can" I smiled.

"What?"

"That was my mom's one thing. He opened a coke can"

"Yeah and when he broke your arm she was just so disgusted that she told him to get out."

We both cringed at the thought of my arm breaking.

"Our mom's would probably get along pretty well" I laughed.

"He changed his name" He told me and I nodded knowingly.

"Had a feeling he did. I don't think you are that dense." I smirked and he shook his head at me, "Where are we going?"

"Here" He replied flipping a switch on a small building that looked like an old concession stand.

Lights all around me turned on to reveal an old t-ball softball field with a pitching machine on the pitcher's mound.

In the dugout, sat a CD player with speakers softly playing Christmas music.

"What is this?" I asked looking at him.

"So I might have done what you said and talked to Nathan" he shrugged and I waited for him to continue. "You hate all holidays, including your birthday, except for Thanksgiving because it doesn't involve presents. You do however love Christmas music and listen to it all year along with Christmas movies."

"Is that all?" I grinned.

"You played softball until you were fourteen because you shattered your knee. You still have a baby blanket and worn stuffed animal dog that you think no one knows about. You drink cold coffee drinks on cold days and warm on warm days. You never drink that last sips of your coffee because it is all sugar. Your favorite color is grey. You love college football but hate NFL. You love to make connections in movies with actors. Every time you go under a yellow light you kiss your fingers and touch the roof of the car." He listed off and I couldn't help but smile that he asked Nathan and Nathan actually knew things.

"So why'd you bring me out here?"

"Your birthday present" He shrugged.

"Wait… no-" I tried to deny.

"Don't deny it. Nathan told me that today is your birthday and that not even your best friends know because you hate people knowing. I know though, and this is you present. Apparently you have been wanting to just try and hit a softball for three years and now is your chance"

He gestured to the field and I smiled before taking off and grabbing a bat and slipping off my heels. Taking those steps on to the soft dirt brought back so many memories that made me giddy.

"Show me if Nathan was telling the truth that you were once amazing" He commented flipping the small switch on.

"I would take cover. I had a tendency to hit up the middle" I smiled taking my step in the batter's box for the first time since I was thirteen.

I only had one thought on my mind as I hit ball after ball.

I can't believe I forgot my own birthday and Lucas Scott reminded it of me.

We stayed at the field for about an hour taking turns hitting the ball and then we lay in the outfield telling each other a random things about each other.

For example, I now know that when Lucas was eight, he broke his arm because him and Felix pushed a sled down a steep hill during a snow day. I also know that he hates watching TV except for when it comes to sports and he visits Lily every other Saturday and buys her new things even though he knows that she doesn't play with the things he buys.

Turns out underneath that cold exterior of Lucas Scott, bad ass laid Lucas Scott... human being.

And honestly, I like both sides.

That is probably unhealthy.

"I hate being popular" Lucas told me as my head laid on his stomach and he played with my hair.

"Why?"

"I just feel like I am always being judged just because I love a sport. I don't see why I can't just play basketball and stay unknown."

"Being unknown is fun"

"Yeah, I just want one day when I don't have someone asking me how I am or being told what I should think. I feel like I am always under a microscope. I think they only like me cause of my name, I kind of hate my name"

I lifted my head to look at him. "I like your smile. I guess because I rarely see it, but I guess that makes it special."

"That was random" He laughed at me.

"I just wanted you to know that I don't like you because of what you have accomplished. I like you because of who you are."

"Well I like you too" He grinned grabbing the back of my neck and pulling my lips to his.

"Where have you been?" Peyton asked me as my three best friends were all in the living room.

The coffee table was pushed to the far side of the room and a blow up mattress was in its former place. There were all types of candy thrown about in numerous bowls and they were all in their miss match pajamas.

"Softball field"

One by one they exchanged glances with each other before looking back at me with a confused stare. "What?"

"What were you doing at a softball field?" Rachel asked with a suggestive smirk.

"Having a date" I shrugged.

"Date?" Quinn questioned and I nodded with a smile.

"Date"

"You gonna tell us about it?" Peyton asked and I turned to make my way towards the stairs.

A smile still plastered on my face. "I'm gonna go change"

I changed quickly into sweat pants and a tank top before racing down the stairs as I usually did.

"What are we watching?" I asked as I plopped down on the bed and Peyton handed me s Dr. Pepper.

"Home videos" Quinn smiled.

"Whose?" I asked grabbing the bowl of skittles as Peyton turned the light off and pulled a blanket over us.

"The Davis'" Rachel grinned and I let out a laugh.

"Have you guys ever seen them?" I asked as I looked through the box that I am guessing they had gotten from my house and found the perfect one to watch first.

"No" They said in unison and I couldn't help but smile as I pushed play.

"This is gonna be fun then"

The first tape I put in was before I was born. Grey was probably a year and a half making Devon about three and Easton five.

It was Easter and the day after Devon had drank a bottle of Dan's cologne.

"Baby, come out here" Dan said from behind the camera and I cringed at the sound of his voice and then stiffened at the sad look on my mom's face when she walked in.

Devon jumped in front of the camera with his cute dimpled smile. "Daddy, don't let the Easter bunny in my room… cause it's a mess" He told Dan and you could barely understand him as his little head bobbed with every word making us all laugh.

"He was so adorable" Quinn gushed and I couldn't help but agree.

"Devon, you drink any of Daddy's cologne today?" Dan asked you could hear Easton's squeaky voice in the background.

"No, yesterday"

"What are you to never do ever again?" Dan asked Devon whose little hands were clasped behind his back and he stared at the ground guiltily.

"Drink alcohol" Devon said with a flat tone making us once again crack up.

"Right, you scared daddy."

"I'm sorry Daddy" He said in the most innocent voice I had ever heard and I pretty sure my heart just melted in my chest.

"Aww…" Rachel grinned at the screen as Dan turned the camera to Grey.

"Grey, Grey look at Daddy" Dan kept repeating and Grey finally looked up at him giving an exasperated sigh.

Even at one she hated him.

"Who do you love?"

"Mommy!" Grey yelled before going back to her toys.

"Anyone else?" He asked and she completely ignored him and you could hear my mom in the background tell her to say daddy.

"Daddy" She grumbled and Dan seemed completely oblivious to her obvious distaste for the man and then the screen showed my mom telling the boys not to shoot each other with the guns.

Devon sat on the floor when Easton walked by accidently hitting him in the face with the gun and Devon acting as though it never happened.

Devon was the most patient kid.

"What are you gonna do with your gun?" Dan asked my brothers.

"I'm gonna shoot Devon" Easton smiled not even stopping to look at the camera as he continued his path to my mom.

"She seems so sad" Peyton sighed as we stared at my mom open her presents and feign joy when she would open the most terrible gifts.

Things that she would never wear but Dan never took the time to learn that.

"She was" I commented hating Dan a little more every time I watched these videos.

We continued watching the videos in hysteria. I forgot how crazy my family could be when we were younger.

If it wasn't Devon eating something, it was Easton making something. Other times we made a mystery movie. Then it showed Easton annoying my mom. Others it showed us at Christmas and Nathan singing terribly.

So much blackmail could be used with these tapes…

"Was Devon always that crazy?" Rachel asked and before I could answer Quinn was doing it for me.

"Yes! First time I ever met him I was in the car with them and he grabbed an unopened can and smashed it into his head" Quinn explained and Rachel and Peyton started to laugh.

"He ate a plant, climbed into an oven… ate bugs" I listed off.

"I bet he was fun"

"Yeah, never a dull moment with Devon"

"Devon!" I yelled from my room and he popped his head in.

"You rang?" He smiled broadly.

"Do I have a drink sitting out on the table?" I asked and he disappeared to only come back seconds later.

"Yeah…"

"Could you get it?" I smiled putting my hands together.

"I guess so" He smiled grabbing the drink. "Why do you put them out there?"

"Because I forget them and then late I will walk outside and get a little surprise when I see a drink. It is a boost to my day"

"Well played worthy adversary" He said in a British accent.

"Dev, does that even really go for this moment?"

He shrugged. "I don't know but I have been wanting to say that for months"

"Not as good knowing that you have been holding onto it so long"

"Another well played remark" He grinned putting his hand in the air, "What up!" He yelled loudly and I returned the high five before taking off out the room.

"So what changed?"

"I don't know. We all just drifted and stopped having fun together then one by one they left. Easton, Grey… Devon." I shrugged.

"Easton was the dad, Devon was the clown, and Grey was the best friend. And I was there baby sister. I think I still am. I like to think I am"

"I'm glad you are taking a chance with Lucas" Quinn told me putting her hand on top of mine.

"I'm expecting him to hurt me. I guess I am just used to it and I am surprised he hasn't left yet. "

"He hurts you, he has to deal with us. And we're scary" Rachel smirked.

"Never get on our bad side" I agreed with a nod and we laughed.

For the first time in a long time I got this feeling. A feeling that I would get at random times and would only want to do one thing.

Dance.

"You realize we are officially seniors?" Quinn asked looking at us.

"I feel old" Peyton grunted and I threw my head back and laughed.

I jumped up in excitement turning on a nearby CD player that was playing old Spice Girls and we all started dancing around the living room off beat.

"One more year and we're done!" Rachel yelled excitedly.

The though bothered me. As much as I hate Tree Hill I like the security of it. I know I have to go, I know I have to pass. I know they will take me.

College and jobs and real life is different. They won't take me just because I live in district.

I know they won't pass me just because I cheat and get a C. It was time I actually grew up and realize that real life is just that… life. And life won't just give me what I want and I should probably be used to that by now, but still.

I am going to have fun this summer and then I am senior year will start and I will be my old self. I will study and do well so later in life I know my mom will be proud.

This was a good birthday and no one even knew it actually was my birthday except the one person I never thought would care enough to know.

As cheesy as it sounds about the whole random dancing, I actually have that. In school I will be walking down the hall and would feel so jittery I just want to dance. I don't because that would be a little awkward for everyone involved, but when I get home I definitely dance it out.

I'm very bad though so it is definitely an experience to watch…

It makes me think of that tampon commercial…

And by the third day I just want to dance…

I know how you feel girl on period. I know how you feel.

Sorry for that short chapter but it seemed kind of forced but i wanted to get this chapter up. I'm not sure how much i like this chapter, but the home videos are authentic videos of my family. Yeah my big brother (Devon) did drink cologne. They said it was like drinking straight alcohol but most went down his shirt. He was a little hungover the next day at three for Easter. That was proud day for my mom...

I do love my siblings very much though and i don't have an estranged sister in Hollywood...

Pretty cool if I did though.

Anywho, review please!