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-tree hill, north carolina

for several decades, as long as coach whitey durham, who was currently stood in the gym watching his team warm up, could remember, basketball was always embedded into the towns roots, part of its identity.

as long as anyone could remember, basketball was always the nunber one sport of tree hill, serving as an emblem of what the town is known for. its most infamous team being the varsity tree hill ravens from tree hill high.

currently dan scott, father of nathan scott and estranged father of lucas and madeline scott, was badgering nathan on completing his usual at-home warm up routine before a game. "nathan! remember twenty shots, no less." dan continued on, watching his son vigorously.

"got it dad." nathan called back to him as coach durham walked closer to his team, "quit yakkin' and warm up." whitey directed at nathan, turning to give dan a glare, causing him to walk back over to his seat.

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as the ravens game continued on, the score was currently 12-12. "basket by nathan scott!" the announcer continued on from his previous rant, "he really looks sharp out there tonight." he finished.

"go ravens!" peyton and the other cheerleaders chorused, their cheers almost silenced by the ongoing roaring of the crowd stood on the bleachers. "and now a steal by the ravens, theyll go on the offensive. coach whitey durham urges them on."

the announcer began once again, "nathan scott... hes got davis! finds ethan davis and he hammers it home!" the announcer continued, the crowds cheers being heard all around the gymnasium for the dynamic duo as the score board now showed '12-17' to the ravens. "its all ethan davis!"

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"and here they are, ladies and gentlemen, lucas and madeline scott." mouth, a good friend of the twins announced as they walked up to the river court, lucas wearing his usual 'kieth scott body shop' sweatshirt and bouncing a basketball, with madeline carrying her walkman and sketchbook, lightly humming along with her music.

"whats happenin' baby?" skills, another good friend of the twins, greeted lucas with a dap up, giving madeline a proper hug, loosely wrapping one arm around her waist, madeline giving him a light kiss on the cheek before letting go. she then walked towards fergie, greeting him with the same affection as skills, minus the kiss.

"137-3 going into tonights contest." mouth states as lucas began to warm up, "he sucks!" junk states as madeline walked towards the bench, laughing at junk while sitting down opposite them after greeting him, jimmy and mouth.

"and as a special bonus, were joined in the booth by junk moreti and the lovely madeline scott." mouth announced into his microphone, "you dont have a booth" junk retorted, "leave him alone junk." madeline told him, lightly laughing as she began to open up her sketchbook, pulling her pencil out from the spring.

"actually, mouth, hes 138-3. lucas." jimmy, mouths partner in their ravenshoops.com podcast mentioned. "jeez, edwards, you can remember that, but you cant remember to rub a bar of soap under your pits? junk started again, "what?" jimmy exclaimed. "you smell bad, man. youre ripe." junk continued, all he ever did was judge him and honestly? everyone was getting sick of it.

madeline rolled her eyes, "cool it, junk. leave him alone. jesus." junk laughed, "what? im just messing with him, he knows that. right jim?" jimmy laughed awkwardly, "yeah, yeah." he states, turning towards madeline, giving her an appreciative smile, her returning a genuine one.