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Letter 86- Megan

Mon, 04 Aug 2008 01:23:35 GMT

Dear Lucas,

As I am sitting here looking at the New York City skyline, I hope that this letter finds you well. It has been a couple of years since we last saw each other. Each day since then I have been focusing my attention on my company, which is expanding with each day.

I wished for my company to become successful and it has beyond my wildest dreams. I have come to realize in the four years since I left Tree Hill that having a successful multi-million dollar company is not everything. Traveling all over the world, the celebrity, and the upscale lifestyle should be enough but I come home to an empty apartment. My dinner table has multiple place settings but every night it’s just me, myself, and I at the table. Over the years, it has gotten more and more unbearable. It has gotten to the point where my smiles mask my feelings of loneliness mixed with a profound sadness.

I admit that I have not kept in touch with everyone like I should have. My consistent excuse of saying that I have been busy with the company comes so easily. With that being said, I spoke to Peyton the other day for the first time in what feels like an eternity. We talked mostly about missing all of it. When we were in high school, we all were in search of something more. Tree Hill was just Tree Hill. Now I have come to realize and appreciate that Tree Hill is much more than a small town that I grew up in North Carolina.

Although my memories of Tree Hill are not all rosy, I found that the majority of my positive memories of home were moments of my life that I shared with you. I remember our first date at The Blue Post. What's your take on tattoos? Remember that Luke? Every time I look at my tattoo, it reminds me of you and that night. That night you confirmed once again that I did not have to be the person that people thought I was. Instead, you opened the door so I could be my true self even if that meant admitting my passion for Weird Science. No matter how much time passes; I will always miss your presence… and how you make me feel. Your encouragement more so than anyone else’s has made me feel like I can do anything. We have been through a lot you and me; I don’t know what I would do without you Lucas Scott.

The truth of the matter is that I am still trying to figure this all out but a sense of real belonging, friends, family, and of course, love is what I’m seeking. Love is what it’s all about. I have realized that with everything that I am fortunate to have, it is not enough. Talking to Peyton that night made me realize that I need to come home. My coming home will presumably have consequences but I think it is worth it. I have the possibility to fulfill my hearts desires.

Brooke

Letter 85- Christine

Mon, 04 Aug 2008 01:22:35 GMT

Dear Lucas,

A year ago you called me when all your dreams were coming true. Your book was going to be published, and I couldn't have been happier for you.

The details of that night are etched into my brain, while your own memories are probably hazy from too much champagne. I can still feel your lips on mine. I wasn't the girl you wanted to be kissing that night, and I certainly wasn't the one you wanted to be celebrating a new "engagement" with; if I hadn't known that then, I wouldn't be able to avoid it now.

"Brooke Davis is brilliant and beautiful and brave. In two years she had changed more than anyone I had ever known. Brooke Davis is going to change the world someday, and she doesn't even know it." When you read those words to me as our senior year was coming to a close, they meant the world to me.

That you thought those beautiful things about me almost made all the pain worth it, almost made up for my parents disinterest. Almost.

I should have known it was too good to be true. With you, it always was. I wasn't prepared for An Unkindness of Ravens. You'd think I would be used to sucker punches by now. I wish you didn't still have the power to bring me to tears.

Your "moment of clarity" was one of the hardest moments of my life. The last thing I wanted to do was push you towards her; I wanted to be the one what was standing next to you not only when your dreams came true, but when your world was falling apart as well. But it was so clear what you wanted. You just didn't want to be responsible for destroying our friendship beyond repair. You never seemed to understand that if we'd ever been the friends we claimed to be, you never could have come between us. We wouldn't have hurt each other as often as we did.

I don't blame you for loving her more. I never really did. But that doesn't make the knowledge that you never really loved me any easier to bare. Why did you have to be so damn convincing? What was it about me that signaled to you that I would be so easy to fool? How can every beautiful thing you ever said to me have been a lie? If I was so brilliant and beautiful and brave, how could you use me like that? Why did you make me love you?

I am proud of you, Luke. I knew even as you broke down in my arms on the river court that you wouldn't let the HCM tear you down. I'm proud that you've achieved this dream, and I will always love you. I just wish I didn't have to know that you never loved me back.

Keep dreaming,

Brooke

Letter 84- Adrienne

Mon, 04 Aug 2008 01:21:39 GMT

Dear Lucas,

Every time I write one of these I always hope it’ll be my last. I always hope that time and distance will help my heart forget how fast it likes to beat when you’re around. It never turns out that way though does it? Luke you shouldn’t have kissed me. You just shouldn’t have. I didn’t want to have to say good bye to you tonight. We’re going to be in the same city working on our dreams, and I can’t think of anyone I’d rather have here with me while I worked for those dreams than you, and you had to ruin it by kissing me! If I never got to taste your lips on mine again it would be hell, but worth every minute knowing that I would never feel the ache that consumes me when I know that you’re thinking about her while kissing me.

Don’t you get it Lucas? Two boys and girl, summers at our beach house and winters in the south of France tonight wasn’t just a rebound for me. That’s my dream Luke, you me and a big family, but I gave up that dream when I gave you up for Peyton. So you can’t just kiss me, because this has to be my dream now. Clothes over Bros, couture, fashion week this HAS to be my dream now Luke because as long as you’re my dream my heart doesn’t stand a chance. You’re the one for me Lucas Scott the one I would give all this up for, but that’s not what that kiss meant. I wish that’s what that kiss meant.

I wish so many things for us Luke. I wish we’d get our two boys – twins, and that their little sister would have your eyes. I wish we could paint our first place together getting more paint on each other than on the walls. I wish I could pick out your tie for your first book signing, and that you’d be wearing the first ever B.Scott suit on our wedding day. I wish I’d known who Peyton was going to turn in to before I made that decision in senior year. I wish I’d never let you go. I wish you hadn’t kissed me last night, because than I wouldn’t be crying over you –again.

I wish I had the courage to send you this.

I’m yours forever,
Brooke

Letter 83- Cheyenne

Mon, 04 Aug 2008 01:20:38 GMT

Dear Luke,

Ya know, I never thought I’d write you another letter. I thought that the summer I spent thinking and dreaming of only you would be just a distant memory I’d remember when thinking about high school. But here I am, sitting in the stupid Dallas airport with Peyton asleep next to me, writing out the things I didn’t have enough balls to write in your yearbook in another letter you’ll never see.

We went through a hell of a senior year didn’t we? Well, I guess YOU went through a lot and I sort of tagged along for the ride to make sure you stayed sane. But you never really needed me. You’re strong enough to go alone but I know that you need a person to just... be there. And I was happy to be that person for you until you needed Peyton. As her best friend, I have to say she’s a damn good replacement. After what you went through with Keith, she knows how to help you more than I can, even with Lily. After all, she’s had more experience in those areas than I have. But hopefully I helped you in some way because Lucas, you helped me more than you’ll ever know.

Every time I think about the four years I considered myself ‘stuck’ in Tree Hill High, I can only remember you. Not being class president or being captain of the cheerleaders; you. I remember when I read that boring as hell Steinbeck book, remember when you broke my heart, and remember when you became my friend. Although I think my favorite part of remembering you is remembering how you made me fall in love. Every little thing you’ve done has just put me head over heels. They way you speak, the way you write, the way you think. The way you touch, move, and taste. All of it makes me love you so much more.

Do you ever think about me? I try not to think about you because pretending you never happened is easier most times. I can try and focus on the love, but there’s still the memories of your broken promises and the beautiful letters with hopes of a future that will never come true because of one of our favorite blondes. I feel like I just wrote one giant contradiction. It’s just as well though, after all, you know just how contradicting I can be. Anyway there are times when I think about you and it’s such a surge of different emotions I feel crazy. Like when we went to Honeygrove and were looking through old yearbooks. I left you a hell of an entry in your junior yearbook and vice versa but we seemed to have skipped over reading those aloud huh?

Remember when Skills read Jimmy’s entry? You didn’t notice but I looked at you. Whenever someone brings up Jimmy ot that day, I think and sometimes worry about you. Think about how you manage to go day by day, living a life that seems to be against you, a life that just takes and barely gives. Worry that you wont recognize your own will power and hope and love that can help you make it through everything that life throws at you. I know we’re barely 18 but you are the best possible man I know you can be. I’m so proud of you and you’ve barely just begun.

I love you Lucas Eugene Scott, this letter is more than enough to prove that I do. And I meant it 110 percent when I said that I always would. But it’s... different now. Ever since Keith passed it’s been different. You changed. And I know that stuff like that changes a person. I’ve seen it. I saw it change Peyton and you and your mom. It’s unfortunate because you can never get back to how you were before. Maybe that’s why we didn’t work. Not to say it’s a bad change, it just wasn’t the right time to continue. And who knows? Maybe in a few years, we’ll meet up at one of Jamie’s birthday parties and we can see where it takes us, see if we can finish what we’ve started. Or maybe we wont. Maybe you’ll marry Peyton and I my work and we’ll smile at each other cause it’ll be right.

True love will find us in the end.

Love always,
Brooke

Sides for 513 - Patricia, Adopting Agency lady/James saying Brooke's his best friend.

Sun, 24 Feb 2008 04:45:07 GMT

Sides for 512 - Brooke & Lucas/Brooke & Peyton

Mon, 03 Dec 2007 00:06:52 GMT

Sides of Brooke telling Lucas she'd like him to be the fater of her baby.
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Sides of Brooke telling Peyton about her decision.
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Enjoy. ;)

Sides with Owen. EEK

Wed, 03 Oct 2007 21:50:59 GMT

Ok, since we're not sure if Owen's supposed to be Brooke's random [again!] boy toy and since everyone's asking for the sides on FanForum I'm gonna post a link to it in here. And hopefully he's not another random guy for Brooke!

See ya, BLers!

Side for 5.0? - Car scene.

Bar scene

Sides for 505 - Brooke & Lucas

Fri, 21 Sep 2007 01:37:01 GMT

I'm kinda busy with college now so I'll just post it and I'll edit it later. ;) Enjoy!

Credit: Azuline @ Fanbolt.
FADE IN:

INT. NEW YORK PARTY - NIGHT

An upscale bar, thirty-eight stories above Manhatten. Champagne is flowing and literati mingle about. An easel sits near the entrance with an oversize mock-up of Lucas's book cover: "An Unkindness of Ravens."

Lucas is cornered by a senior editor...

SENIOR EDITOR: Don't get me wrong, the writing's good, but I won't lie to you... When we found out your father's a convicted murderer, well, that's exactly the kind of hook we need in today's market.

From a few feet away Lindsey reads Lucas's discomfort.

LINDSEY: I think our newest literary talent needs a drink.

As she guides him off, the editor calls after them...

SENIOR EDITOR: When you're done, let's talk about changing that title!

Lindsey and Lucas move toward the bar.

LUCAS: What's wrong with the title?

LINDSEY: They say that about every book. I love the title. A murder of crows. A parliament of owls...

LUCAS: You seem kinda young to be an editor.

LINDSEY: You seem kinda young to have a book being published.

LUCAS: Fair enough.

*

LINDSEY: (smiles at him) That's all you, Lucas. But can I ask you something? The Luke and Peyton in the novel...

Lucas considers the question for a moment, then...

LUCAS: No.

LINDSEY: (disappointed) Oh. I'm sorry. I was really rooting for them. (beat) I'll see ya Monday.

Lindsey departs. After another beat, an assistant finds Lucas.

ASSISTANT: Excuse me, Mr. Scott, there's someone here to see you. She said to tell you she's from Tree Hill.

The assistant steps aside to reveal... Brooke Davis.

BROOKE: Well, well, Lucas Scott.

They embrace, happy to see each other.

BROOKE: I wasn't gonna miss a chance to spend a night on the town with a soon-to-be bestselling author.

LUCAS: I'm glad you came. It's good to see you, Brooke.

INT. NEW YORK APARTMENT - NIGHT

Brooke leads Lucas into an upscale apartment.

BROOKE: So my mom decided to move here from L.A. a few months ago since my dad travels so much. Personally I think they should just man up and call it a trail separation.

*

EXT. NEW YORK BAR - NIGHT

Brooke and Lucas sit at a crowded bar.

BROOKE: Did you see the look on her face? You'd think someone spewed on her Jimmy Choo's.

LUCAS: I'm glad you're enjoying this.

BROOKE: Oh, come on. You and Peyton are gonna work things out.

LUCAS: I don't think so, Brooke. Not this time.

BROOKE: It sounds like you gave her an ultimatum. Trust me, there's no better way to paralyze a girl.

LUCAS: Brooke, how many times have you talked to Peyton since you left L.A.?

The question touches a raw spot for Brooke.

BROOKE: That's not her fault. We're both busy.

LUCAS: And today she broke up with her boyfriend. Has she even called you?

Brooke doesn't answer. Lucas shakes his head.

LUCAS: Things have changed.

BROOKE: You're just saying that because you're hurt. And I get it. But I don't think you mean any of it.

A long beat passes as Lucas takes in the floor...

BROOKE: You know what? We should get drunk. Really, really drunk. (beat) But first lemme see that ring again.

Lucas hands Brooke the ring and the bartender takes notice.

BARTENDER: Well, well... Congratulations!

The crowd applauds. Lucas and Brooke try to protest.

BARTENDER: Champagne on the house!

More applause. Lucas and Brooke exchange a look -- why not? Brooke slips the ring onto her finger and puts on her best smile. As a champagne cork pops and drink flows, we...

TIME CUT TO:

EXT. CENTRAL PARK - NIGHT

Brooke and Lucas walk near Central Park, both a little tipsy.

BROOKE: Who knew that ring trick would get us free drinks all over Midtown?

They pass a horse-drawn carriage. The driver notices them.

DRIVER: Can I give you two a ride?

Lucas and Brooke exchange a look.

LUCAS: Why not? It is our engagement night.

DRIVER: In that case, ride's free.

BROOKE: (to Lucas) This diamond ring is gold.

EXT. CARRIAGE RIDE - NIGHT

Brooke and Lucas ride in the back of the carriage as it winds through Central Park. It's an incredibly romantic setting.

DRIVER: So what do you two have planned for your lives together?

Brooke and Lucas share a glance, no choice but to play along.

BROOKE: Well, we're definitely gonna be a power couple. He'll be a famous novelist, I'll have my own fashion line.

LUCAS: But we'll still have time for a big family.

BROOKE: Two boys and a girl.

They're both getting swept up in the fantasy, with a healthy assist from the champagne.

LUCAS: I'll coach little league...

BROOKE: And I'll bake treats for the team. Well, buy them anyway.

LUCAS: We can spend summers at our beach house...

BROOKE: And winters in the South of France.

LUCAS: It won't matter where we are as long as we're together.

DRIVER: That's the key. Success is wonderful. But finding someone to love. Having them love you back..

The driver smiles at Brooke and Lucas, then turns back.

DRIVER: Love is what it's all about.

And as that resonates with Brooke and Lucas, we...

FADE OUT

END OF ACT FOUR

*****

Brooke buying her house side for 503

Tue, 14 Aug 2007 20:40:17 GMT

Credit: Azuline @ Fanbolt

PEYTON: (reading the flyer) "No Means Yes."
HALEY: I've never heard of them.

Peyton eyes the band, wheels turning.

PEYTON: They're not signed.
HALEY: You can tell just by looking at them?

Peyton nods.

PEYTON: Four years in LA at least gave me that.

And as they continue to watch the band play.

EXT. HUGE RIVER HOUSE - EARLY EVENING

Brooke stands inside a beautiful home. The woman who owns the house has just given Brooke a tour.

WOMAN: Well, what do you think?
BROOKE: I like the house. Love the furniture. Especially the coffee table.
WOMAN: We found it in Greece two summers ago.

Brooke nods. She has seen and heard enough.

BROOKE: I want it.
WOMAN: You want the coffee table?
BROOKE: I want all of it. The house, the furniture. And if you can be gone in an hour, I'll throw in an extra 100 thousand.

The woman eyes Brooke a moment, then picks up her cat.

WOMAN: Enjoy your new house.

The woman exits the room, then suddenly realizes.

WOMAN: Wait. You didn't want my cat, did you?
BROOKE: No. Keep your cat.

The woman smiles appreciatively, then...

WOMAN: There's a roast in the oven.
BROOKE: I like roast.

As the woman leaves...

EXT. RIVER COURT - EARLY EVENING

Haley approaches the River Court and finds Quentin shooting alone. Quentin looks up and sees her coming.

QUENTIN: You must be lost.
HALEY: Trust me, I've spent more time on this court than you ever will.

Quentin takes a shot.

HALEY: I want you to come back to school.
QUENTIN: There ain't nothing left for me there.
HALEY: (correcting him) "Isn't anything." And anyway, there's more to life than basketball. You need to graduate.

Quentin considers that a beat.

QUENTIN: What's it matter to you? Unless maybe you're hot for me, Mrs. James-Scott.

. . .

Brooke simply grins at Peyton.

PEYTON: Brooke, what were you thinking?
BROOKE: You don't like it?
PEYTON: I think it's incredible.
BROOKE: Good. 'Cause your room's downstairs.
PEYTON: Oh my God...

Just then, Peyton gets a text message. She eyes it, then...

PEYTON: I gotta run to Tric. But we'll celebrate when I get back. Okay?
BROOKE: Okay.

As Peyton exits...

INT. PRISON - NIGHT

Dan is in his cell. A prison guard hands him an envelope.

GUARD: Your son left this for you earlier.

Dan opens the envelope and pulls out a photograph of Jamie. As Dan smiles at the image of his grandson, we find...

EXT. NATHAN AND HALEY'S HOUSE - NIGHT

...Jamie, dribbling a basketball. He takes a shot and misses, but Nathan (on crutches) passes the ball back to him. As the two of them laugh, dribble, and shoot the ball, we find Haley, watching them from the deck. She smile, finally remembering what it was like to be happy. She could watch them forever.

INT. TRIC - PEYTON'S OFFICE - NIGHT

Peyton is sitting at her desk when Jason, the lead singer of the band ("No Means Yes"), enters. He eyes Peyton.

Lucas & Lindsay's side for 501.

Sat, 11 Aug 2007 22:23:03 GMT

INT. LINDSEY'S OFFICE - DAY

Lucas steps into Lindsey's office. It's nice. Cluttered but with purpose. Lindsey sits behind her desk, business sexy in a pencil skirt, etc. She's on the phone.

From outside her office, her assistant Kim eyes Katie.

KIM: If she closes the door, he's screwed...
LINDSEY: No, I have the uncorrected proofs, I need the corrected ones. OK, I have to go. Thanks. Bye.

Lindsey hangs up and we get a good look at her. She's smart pretty. Driven, but not in a hard way.

LUCAS: Hi.
LINDSEY: Hi.
LUCAS: OK, before you yell at me, I'm sorry I missed another deadline. I know you have people to answer to, and it's not fair to you.

Lucas looks down and spies his novel on her coffee table. Lindsey follows his eyes.

LINDSEY: I remember the first time I read it. I was a junior editor...just out of college...missing my friends. I took two dozen manuscripts home for the weekend, just like I did every weekend, hoping that this time something would speak to me. And it did.

Lindsey remembers it all, smiles gently at the memory.

LINDSEY: It was the sixth novel I read that Sunday, and I read it cover to cover. Every word. And in a way, I knew you before I knew you.
LUCAS: Linds --
LINDSEY: It was a great first novel, Luke. It brought you to me. But a writer's career is about a body of work. You know? It's about the second book, and the third and fourth. I mean, half the assistants in here have a first novel.

From outside the office, Kim calls through the door.

KIM: I have one, Luke. It's good. You should read it some time.

Lindsey glances at Kim and she cowers.

LINDSEY: It's been two years. And that wouldn't scare me if I thought you were writing, but you're not. So what am I supposed to do, Luke? Because I have a boss who's killing me. I have the Publisher. I have...rent. Gimme something.

Lucas looks at her somberly. Then...

LUCAS: You could give me a little more time because I'm cute and you're hot for me?

Lindsey doesn't want to smile. She doesn't. Until she does.

LINDSEY: You take advantage of me.
LUCAS: I'm kidding --
LINDSEY: -- you take advantage of me, Lucas Scott, because I'm nice, but this is serious. I put my ass on the line for you.
LUCAS: You know you love me...

He smiles, but this time...Lindsey doesn't. She sobers. Almost looks sad.

LINDSEY: It was a great first novel.
LUCAS: Lindsey...
LINDSEY: Close the door, Luke.

This time, he sobers. A beat and Lucas closes us out.

Lydia & Brooke's side for 501.

Sat, 11 Aug 2007 21:36:40 GMT

INT. LIMOUSINE - NIGHT

Brooke and Nick enter to find Lydia, no nonsense, 50's, highly fashionable, waiting.

LYDIA: How was it?
BROOKE: Someone should do something about the paparazzi. They're completely out of control.
LYDIA: We pay a lot of money to have them ask about the line. I hope you were nice. Nick, did you enjoy yourself?
NICK: I did. I thought the movie was --
LYDIA: (to the driver) Driver, you can pull over now. (to Nick) I'm sorry, doll. You were saying?
NICK: Oh, um, I just...liked the movie.

Lydia smiles at him as the limo stops. A beat and the Driver opens the door. Lydia motions for Nick to exit.

LYDIA: Well, thank you Nick. Enjoy the rest of your evening.

Nick climbs from the car, a bit confused.

NICK: Oh. All right. I just thought --
LYDIA: -- you thought you'd have your way with my designer. A little tongue kissing, a little fondling. Something dirty but not freaky.
NICK: Well, no, I just --
LYDIA: -- It's Clothes Over Bro's, Nicky. We want the tabloids to think she's sleeping with you. She's not actually sleeping with you. (pleasantly to the driver) All set.

Lydia pulls the door closed, shutting Nick out with a thud. As they pull away, she turns to find Brooke staring at her, mouth agape, a bit of a chuckle.

BROOKE: Ohmygod, you are so rude.
LYDIA: It's been a long day. But tomorrow's gonna be longer.

Lydia glances at the day's schedule, but knows it by heart.

LYDIA: You have an interview at 9 about taking the company public. I'll be there for the finer points, you simply have to look beautiful and talk about your passion and creativity and blah blah blah...

Brooke sags playfully at this.

LYDIA: I've also made some changes to the model rotation in light of the additional scrutiny we'll surely get from the press.

Lydia hands a list to Brooke who scans it. Then...

BROOKE: Wait, I think you --
LYDIA: -- she's not on the list.
BROOKE: She's my friend.
LYDIA: She's not your friend, she's an employee. Besides, her lifestyle is completely out of control and she looks like crap.
BROOKE: I don't know...
LYDIA: Brooke, Clothes Over Bro's is a multi-million dollar company. A company that you've entrusted to me to make these kinds of executive decisions. We need to cut her loose.BROOKE: You're gonna fire her?

Lydia eyes her simply as the limo slows to a stop.

LYDIA: No. You're gonna fire her. It's your company, my dear. I just work here.

With that, Lydia exits. Off Brooke's worried face...

Sat, 11 Aug 2007 20:42:56 GMT

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Sat, 11 Aug 2007 18:26:24 GMT

Episode 501

Episode 502

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Sat, 11 Aug 2007 18:23:14 GMT

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Soap Box Derby - Episode 502

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Sat, 11 Aug 2007 17:28:27 GMT

Episode 501

Brooke & Mark/Lucas, Haley & James' side for 502.

Sat, 11 Aug 2007 16:06:34 GMT

Credit: Azuline @ Fanbolt.

LUCAS: So I kinda gave Nathan some grief about not being on his feet yet.
HALEY: I know he's been pretty dark lately, but --
LUCAS: -- You gotta push him, Hales.

Just then, Jamie returns.

JAMIE: OK, Mom. Ready.
LUCAS: Hey, what about me?
JAMIE: Bye, Uncle Lucas.
LUCAS: Bye, buddy. I love you.

Lucas gives Jamie a hug. Then...

JAMIE: I have to go home now. And anyway, you should be writing.

Lucas sags and Skills and the guys laugh, the not-so-subtle instigators.

EXT. RED CARPET EVENT - NEW YORK - NIGHT

Brooke is interviewed by Mark McGrath of Extra at another red carpet event. Lydia hovers nearby.

MARK: So we caught up with Brooke Davis, young hot designer of Clothes Over Bro's. Brooke, lemme ask you this: Because you make clothes for a living, do you still enjoy dressing up for things like this?
BROOKE: Absolutely. I mean, I imagine that people who work in the music industry still get a tingle when they go to see a live show and the house lights go down...

EXT. LOS ANGELES - NIGHT

Peyton walks home along Sunset Strip passing the rock clubs. She lingers at the corner, perusing a table of used books.

BROOKE: (V.O.) ...because it was probably their love of music that made them want to make a career of it.

Peyton locates a trade paperback and we angle on it: It's a dog-eared copy of Lucas' novel: "an unkindness of ravens."

BROOKE: (V.O.) Or people that write for a living, probably still love curling up with a good book...

INT. LUCAS' ROOM - NIGHT

Lucas eyes the blinking cursor. No words come.

BROOKE: (V.O.) ...even though they still have deadlines and the like.

EXT. READ CARPET EVENT - NEW YORK - NIGHT

BROOKE: Fashion is like that, for me. I still get chills when the house lights go down at a fashion show.
MARK: Good answer. OK, last question: Do you ever miss just being young?
BROOKE: I am young.
MARK: But acting young. You know, not being the boss of this huge corporation, but being Brooke Davis, 21 year old girl?

Brooke eyes him. It's as if he's touched a nerve. It comes out softly.

BROOKE: Sure, I miss it.

Then Lydia steps in.

Brooke & James' side from 502.

Sat, 11 Aug 2007 06:07:34 GMT

From Fanbolt.

ACT ONE
FADE IN:
INT. NATHAN AND HALEY'S HOUSE - DAY

A manly sounding woman nanny applicant, Manny, faces Haley in the doorway.
MANNY: OK, you have my references so call me.
HALEY: We'll let you know. Thank you.

Haley closes the door, then eyes Peyton and Brooke through a hopeful wince.

HALEY: Whattya think?

They answer her with manly voices.

BROOKE: (manly voice) I thought he/she was great.
PEYTON: (manly voice) Yes, and I'd like to eat your child.

Haley sags.

HALEY: Ugh. I'm doomed. Skills can't baby sit because the basketball season is starting, Nathan won't go to physical therapy, I have no nanny and I really, really don't want to go back to school and face those...teenage hired assassins.
PEYTON: Great name for a band. Teenage Hired Assassins. Sorry.
BROOKE: You'll be OK, Hales. We'll help you. Peyton can take Nathan to rehab and...I'll take Jamie for the day.
PEYTON: You.
BROOKE: Hey. I'll be great with him. Besides, I'm his Godmother and I really don't know him at all. OK?
HALEY: I'm so glad you guys are home. Are you staying for a while or...
BROOKE: We'll see. For now, we're home, we'll help you, and tomorrow night is Girls' Night Out.

Just then, Brooke's phone rings again. Brooke sags.

INT. SKILLS AND MOUTH'S APARTMENT - DAY

Skills and Lucas are assembling Jamie's unpainted soap box racer. Jamie watches, marvelling at the car.

LUCAS: I always wanted one of these things.
SKILLS: Yeah, me too.
JAMIE: Me, too.
SKILLS: We should paint it red. The Red Racer.

Jamie picks up the wheel and Skills takes it from him.

SKILLS: Yo, little man. Talk to me about the cape. What's the deal?
JAMIE: I'm a superhero.
SKILLS: Is that right? Well how 'bout you fly into the kitchen and get me a beer?

Jamie trots away. Skills goes to work on the front of the car. Lucas places a wheel on the back axle.

LUCAS: So what's your take on the team's former leading scorer?

. . .

We reveal a five year old racer blinking back at Skills. Haley arrives with Jamie and the guys make a big deal.

SKILLS: There he is, Lightning Jamie Scott.
MOUTH: Cool outfit...
SKILLS: Whatchu think? You ready to win this thing?

Jamie smiles at Skills, then sees the hill and grows cautious.

EXT. SOAP BOX DERBY - RIVER WALK - NIGHT

A brief distance from the crowd, Peyton lingers while Brooke paces, cell phone to ear.

BROOKE: You're not listening to me. No, you're not, you're yelling. And by the way, why are you yelling at me? It's my company!

She listens, then tries again.

BROOKE: It's just that, there's a boy here, and...yes, a boy. And-- But-- AH!

Exasperated, Brooke throws her phone into the river. Peyton sidles up and they silently stare at the place where the phone disappeared. A beat passes.

BROOKE: Can I borrow your phone?

Peyton hands her a phone and Brooke dials. Waits.

BROOKE: Millicent. Hi. Yeah, I'm gonna need a new phone.

In the distance, Peyton spies Lucas arriving, hand in hand with Lindsey.

EXT. SOAP BOX DERBY STARTING LINE - DAY

Lucas and Lindsey join the others and spy Jamie.

LUCAS: There he is. You racing for Clothes Over Bro's now?
JAMIE: And Peyton Sawyer Unemployed.

Jamie points to his patch as Lucas and Lindsey laugh.

STARTER: Racers, to their cars...
SKILLS: All right, go get 'em, Flash.
LUCAS: C'mon buddy, here we go...

Lucas hoists Jamie into his car, which rests atop a small starting ramp next to seven or eight others. He puts on his helmet and goggles.

STARTER: OK, Racers. When you're ready, place both hands on the steering wheel.

Jamie puts one hand on the wheel, eyes the long hill, then the gang that now all stands together among a large crowd.

HALEY: Do your best, Jamie... Have fun.

Jamie nods, then catches sight of a mannequin in a t-shirt booth nearby. It looks exactly like the one they decapitated the night before. He grows worried, and raises his arms straight above his head.

STARTER: Hold up. Car 23 are you OK?
JAMIE: I don't want to.
STARTER: OK. Mom...

Haley crosses to the starting ramp.

JAMIE: I don't want to race, Mama.
HALEY: You sure, honey? It might be fun.
JAMIE: I want to talk to Brooke.
HALEY: Oh. All right. Um... Brooke?

Brooke crosses to the starting ramp, now trailed by the gang.

BROOKE: What's going on, handsome?
JAMIE: I don't want to do it. But...I like my racing suit.
BROOKE: OK. Well that suit is yours, but are you sure you don't want to race?
JAMIE: It's my life. I'm taking a stand. Is that OK?
BROOKE: (smiles proudly) Sure it is, buddy. Sure it is.

Brooke slides him out of the car. He eyes Skills.

JAMIE: Sorry, Uncle Skills.

Brooke hands Jamie off to Haley as Skills tussles his hair, then eyes the kid that he was talking smack to earlier.

SKILLS: You hear that? My boy's taking a stand. Blazing his own trail. Follower...

As our whole gang rallies around Jamie, Brooke watches them. She smiles to herself. Then Jamie calls to her.

JAMIE: C'mon Aunt Brooke, we're going for ice cream.

Brooke grins and falls in as we dissolve to...

EXT. NATHAN AND HALEY'S HOUSE - POOL - NIGHT

...the pool. Later. Haley finds Nathan in his wheelchair. She keeps a distance between them.