Brooke loved her life. Her parents spoiled her constantly, trying to make up for their failed attempt at marriage. But, what happens when Brooke's mother, whom she lives with, dies in a car accident, leaving her to live with her father, new girlfriend, and her son? AU NB.

Disclaimer: Don't own OTH.

Chapter One: "A Different Life"

Brooke dropped the heavy box of clothes down on the ground, once she entered her new bedroom. She sighed, taking in her surroundings. Her room was nice, she had to admit. But, her unwillingness of being in this room was not something she could fight. Ever since she had found out about her mother, her world had fallen apart. She tucked a stray hair behind her ear as she walked further into the room. She was tired. She wasn't tired physically, but she was emotionally. She was tired of people constantly asking her if she was okay. Maybe the reason she was so tired was because she hadn't cried. She wouldn't allow herself to. Crying was a sign of weakness and she wasn't going to let herself become weak, not now, not ever. She always prided herself in being a strong person. She wanted to continue to be that person, she had to be, she needed to be.

A knock on the door caused her to glance over her shoulder. It was her father. She smiled sadly before turning her body fully so that she could face him. "Hey Daddy..." She said, slowly. He walked over to her placing his hand on her shoulder. "So, what do you think?" He asked, looking around the room. Brooke nodded, forcing a smile on her lips. "It's...great..." She said, hesitantly. "I'm sorry, sweetie. I know this is going to be an adjustment for you." He said, kissing her forehead. "So," Her father began, as he took a seat on her new bed. "Deb is going to be bringing home some food in a few minutes." Brooke nodded before walking over to him and taking a seat beside him. "You hungry?" He asked. "Yes." She said, nodding her head once again. "Good." He replied.

Silence filled the room. "I love you, kid, you know that?" Her dad asked. Brooke smiled before leaning her head on his shoulder. "Yeah...I know." She said.

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Unpacking was a dreadful thing and Brooke couldn't hate it more. She walked down the long stairs, hoping dinner would be ready. She was starving. Once she reached the bottom of the stairs, she could hear voices in the kitchen. "How's she doing?" She heard her father's girlfriend ask. "She'll be fine." Her dad said. Brooke took this opportunity to walk into the kitchen. Deb was the first to spot her. "Brooke!" She exclaimed, walking over to her and giving her a hug. Brooke had to admit that this is extremely awkward. She had only met this woman a few times, and now she was acting as if they had known eachother for years. She was acting...like a mother. Her mother. Deb pulled away and looked at the girl before her.

"Are you hungry?" She asked. Brooke nodded in response. "Good! Because I brought back a ton of food." Deb said, walking back over to where she had previously been standing. "Don't worry. I didn't have any part in making any of it. It all came from this great little cafe downtown." She added. Brooke looked over at the bag of food and then at her dad, who was reading the newspaper. Her gaze then shifted towards Deb who was staring back at her. "Well, go ahead and eat!" Deb said, with a smile. "Okay." Brooke said, forcing a smile herself. She walked over to the bags and started taking a few things out. "Nathan should be home soon." Deb said once Brooke had placed a few things on a plate nearby. "You haven't met him, have you, Brooke?" She asked. Brooke looked up from gatherine food and shook her head. "No, I haven't." She replied. "That's what I thought. Well, he's a year older than you. Right now, he's at basketball practice. He lives and breathes basketball."

Brooke took a bite of her food; Deb was right, it was good. "This food is good, Deb." Brooke said, stating her exact thoughts outloud. "I'm glad you like it." She said, smiling brightly. "Karen, one of my friends owns the place. You'll have to meet her sometime. She has a son that is the same age as Nathan. They play ball together." She added. Brooke smiled. "That's nice." She said. She wasn't really in the mood to be chatty, but she was never one who liked to live in complete silence.

Soon enough she was done eating. Thankfully, Deb and her father had begun a discussion on something in the paper - she didn't know what, and she didn't even bother to ask. She walked over to the counter, placing her plate aside. Just as she did this, she heard the front door slam shut. She looked over to her dad. Deb excused herself before walking in the direction of the noise. "Nathan must be home." Her dad said before going back to reading the newspaper. Brooke walked out of the kitchen and stood right outside the hallway, where Nathan and Deb were. "Nathan...you just can't come in here slamming doors like that. Brooke's here now." She whispered sternly. "Whatever, mom." He said roughly before walking past her. Before Brooke knew it, Nathan was standing right infront of her, catching her eavesdropping. "I, um..." She fumbled over her words not knowing what to say in this situation. He stared at her for what seemed like forever before moving past her, down the rest of the hallway, and into his bedroom.

This was going going to be...interesting.

Sorry this chapter was so short, but it's just the intro. Please let me know what you think by reviewing! Brooke's family is much different from the show, obviously. She was close with her mother more so than her father. But, that will be explained more in the later chapters. I hope you all enjoyed this first chapter.