Wish You Were Here.

A\N: Yes, I changed the title. Mainly because it fits this story and because I'm in love with this song (: thanks so much for the reviews, guys! They really do make my day :D

Just to make some things clear:

Haley and Nathan are married, they got married as they originally did in the show, in the end of their sophomore year. Now as they're headed off to college, she's pregnant (:

Brooke went to AAU, Academy of Arts University which is in California.

Lucas went to NCAA to become a basketball player.

Nathan and Haley went to Duke University in North Carolina, Nathan for basketball and Haley for music.

And oh, I own nothing. You know why? Because if I did, the show wouldn't be like it is in seasons 4-7 (;

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"Ugh, she is so aggravating!" Brooke Davis yelled as she walked into her room, plopping onto her bed.

"Bitchwhoria call again?" Her roommate asked, tossing some popcorn into her mouth.

Brooke turned to face her.

Peyton Sawyer. Brooke's college roommate three years in a row. Blonde, curly hair. She was the random band names splattered on black t-shirts kind of girl. Wore hard core jewelry and had dark blue eyes. The first thing that came out of Brooke's mouth when they had met was: "Whoa, are you emo? 'Cause I don't do so well with blood, so.."

The blonde had just laughed and said: "Nope. I'm Peyton. Are you one of those slutty, preppy girls?" She fake smiled.

But instead of rudely commenting on her hair as she usually would've done, the brunette's lips slowly curled into a grin, her dimples deepening as she held out her hand. "I like you. I'm Brooke."

And that's how they had become friends. They were both complete opposites and Brooke knew that if Peyton would've been in her high school years ago they probably would've been at each other's throats. But here they just seemed to get along. Most likely because of the lack of cliques at college. If there were cliques, Brooke Davis would be most popular, no doubt, and Peyton Sawyer would have definitely been with the art freaks.

Every time they had a friend come hang out in their room, they would always laugh at the way the shared room was decorated. On Peyton's side of the room she had paintings, drawings and quotes everywhere. They were always dark, depressing and deep. Brooke knew it had to do with her roommate's troubled past.

Peyton Sawyer had found out the summer before her senior year in high school that she had been adopted. Wanting to know about her birth mother, Peyton begged her father angrily who and where her real parents were. But instead of searching for them, her birth mother had found her, "Your middle name is Elizabeth, right?" She had asked.

Peyton nodded, about to slam the door on this creepy stalker.

"Well, Peyton Elizabeth, …. My name is Elizabeth. I'm your mother."

She had been shocked of course and after fighting and silent treatments for weeks, Peyton finally accepted and let her mother back into her life.

Brooke sighed, sitting up. "Yeah. She's horrible, I hate her. She expects me to just breeze through this. She knows it's going to take years for me to be able to actually get big."

Peyton gave her an amused smirk. "Brooke, please. Your clothing line is fabulous. You have perky clothes for slutty cheerleaders, elegant clothes for classy ladies who are forced by their mothers to wear puffy dresses and have coming out parties, and you even have dark, gloomy clothes for the badass chicks like me."

The blonde moved to her bed and put a skinny arm around her shoulder. "It's going to get huge one day soon, I just know it.."

Brooke smiled. Peyton had her not-so-bitchy moments. "Thanks, Peyt."

There was a knock at the door and Peyton got up to get it, leaving Brooke sitting on her bed.

Peyton entered the room again, this time with an annoyed look on her face. Brooke was about to ask what was wrong and who was at the door but then Peyton's annoyance walked in.

He smiled, walking up to her, "Hey babe."

Brooke sighed. She hated pet names like "babe" or "baby." It made her feel weird.

Peyton, however, did not hide her irritation with him and rolled her eyes. Brooke shot her a look and she shrugged, not caring if he saw her or not.

She smiled, "Hey Dylan."

He kissed her on the cheek and sat next to Brooke. "So, what are you girls doing?"

"Oh, not much, just waiting for you to -"

"Peyton -" Brooke interrupted the blonde in the middle of an insult.

Her best friend rolled her eyes again and left the room to answer the door once they heard another knock.

Brooke turned to Dylan, "Just watching a movie."

Dylan's eyebrows furrowed. "What's wrong, baby?"

She leaned her head on his shoulder. "Nothing. I just ..miss home, I guess."

"Uhm, Brooke, there's someone at the door for you.." Peyton said, confusion on her face as she walked into the room.

When Brooke first went to college three years ago she didn't think she would ever see him again. But here he was, in front of her. Lucas Scott. His presence made her breath get caught in her throat. It made her heart stop. It made her nervous. It made her feel hot and cold at the same time. It made her quickly pull away from her boyfriend of two years, Dylan Richard.

She stood up, shock and hurt on her face, "Lucas?"

His perfect lips slowly curved into that crooked smile and she instantly felt her heart melt. "Brooke," He said and hearing his voice made her want to cry in pure joy, but it also made her scared. "I've missed you."

A\N: Sorry it's so short and sucky. But I just want to get this chapter over with so I can get to the main point. And don't worry about the previous three years, there will be flashbacks. (: Please review!