The Rivercourt

[Haley James]

Play basketball with your friends, or cheer your friends on as they play. You can play on the court or sit off to the side on the benches. You can also take a walk through the grass or look out at the river.

[Brooke Davis]

God he has a nice ass. Brooke thought looking at Lucas as she approached the picnic table and took a seat on top of it so she could get a good few of him as he played basketball. She waved to him after he took a shot and saw her.

[Lucas Scott]

"Well, I think it's safe to say you don't play ball," Lucas chuckled, tucking the ball under his arm after one last shot, and walking towards her, sitting on the picnic table next to her. "Or do you?" he smirked, offering the basketball to her. "I'm going to assume, no, which means you're here to see me again?"

[Brooke Davis]

Taking the ball she tucked it under her arm making her way to center court, standing in front of the basket she put the ball up and released it, it hit the backboard and went it. After watching it bounce a few times she turned to him, "I prefer cheerleading though." She smirked. Nine years cheering for basketball really payed off.

[Lucas Scott]

"You've got a nice shot though," he commented, watching the ball swish through the hoop, and then bounce away. And a nice personality, when you're all alone, he added. "It needs a little working on though. Here," he came towards her from behind, spotting her as he put the basketball in her hands, his hands ontop of hers, and showed her how if she put more arc into the shot, it would work better.

[Brooke Davis]

"My shot is--" Brooke shut up when Lucas began showing her how to release the ball, she smiled to herself when she felt his hands on top of hers, "Okay so what are you showing me to do?" She asked. "What's wrong with my shot?"

[Lucas Scott]

"It hits the backboard too high," he explained. "Put more arc into it, and it'll go into the basket more smoothly. Now you try," he told her, removing his hands, but standing close behind her, and watching her as she took another shot.

[Brooke Davis]

Maybe I just should not even try to learn, the more times I mess up the longer I get to be here along with Mr. Hottie. She thought as she took another shot, it hit in the same place the first time. Heh. This will be easy. "Okay I tried what you showed me and my shot didn't even a improve." She looked over her shoulder at him.

[Lucas Scott]

"Mm," he shook his head, coming back towards her, and helping her to line up another shot. "You did exactly the same thing you did before. You need to let the ball glide off your fingers," he told her, his hands mimicing her actions, and hovering over hers. "Try again."

[Brooke Davis]

"Mm." Brooke shook her head, "I did exactly what you told me to do." She said with a smile. "Okay I'll try again." She told him, He's hot, he's not suppose to be smart. Brooke thought as she faced the basket, she released the ball doing exactly what he told her to do. She turned to him, "How was that?"

[Lucas Scott]

"Much better," Luke nodded approvingly as he watched the ball swish into the basket. "I think you might even have a good thing going, if you keep practicing," he joked. "But I'm sure being on the sidelines is more your style, right?" he asked, walking back over to the picnic table and letting the ball roll away somewhere behind him.

[Brooke Davis]

Brooke smiled watching as she made his way back over to the picnic table, "Yes, I love being a cheerleader." She told him before doing a one handed cartwheel just for the fun of it, once she was on her feet, "You love having me on the sidelines too." She smirked, "You love watching me in that cute little outfit, don't you?"

[Lucas Scott]

"I don't really notice the outfits much," he shrugged. "The people inside them are a different story," he chuckled. "How long have you been cheering, anyway? That must have taken a while to learn," he said, referencing her one handed cartwheel.

[Brooke Davis]

Brooke smiled, "Um, since I was nine." She paused, "Well I think." She shrugged, she had lost count over the years. "And it didn't take me that long." She added taking a seat next to him, "How long have you been playing basketball?" She asked.

[Lucas Scott]

"I don't remember when I started. But my mom says I saw a basketball in Keith's shop when I was younger, and I wouldn't put it down. So," he paused. "Since then I guess. I just like the feeling. It's something I can control, the game, I mean."