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Brooke threw a plate at Lucas, just barely missing him.

"What the hell?" he yelled.

Brooke sobbed and hurled a porcelain poodle. "Who is she this time? The slut next door, did you bang her?!" Another plate found it's mark.

Lucas unsuccessfully tried to shield his face and brush china out of his hair at the same time. "I didn't do anything, I swear!"

"Really? You couldn't keep your pants on for a minute? Mrs. Thomson saw you! She saw you!

Lucas sank down.

Nathan sat with his legs crossed and sipped his latte. "So what's the problem, again?"

Lucas was too distraught to snap at Nathan's attitude. "She's pissed, man, pissed! She . . . she might leave me!" He fell to his knees and threw up his hands. "Why, why!" His eyes sparkled with unshed tears.

"Get up, man!" Nathan hissed, looking around to make sure no one was watching.

Lucas had curled up and was sobbing loudly.

Nathan rubbed the bridge of his nose and pulled a flask from inside his suit. He liberally doused the rest of his latte with the brown liquid. "I think you had better start from the beginning."

Lucas sat up and wiped his eyes, making an unattractive sniveling noise. "Well, I got a call one day from Mrs. Krisco. You know, that old lady from down the street? Well, she wanted me to clean her attic. Being the good citizen that I am, I rushed right over."

Nathan looked at him as if to say, "Do you really expect me to believe this cow manure?"

Lucan seemed to think this, too, for he insisted, "It's true, I swear! When I got back, Brooke looked like the fricken' shedevil. She was like 'Where have you been?' She threw things at me!" He pushed back the hair from his forehead to reveal an angry, oozing, pinkish wound. It pulsed.

Nathan shrunk back and bit back an undignified, 'Ewwww!'

"So, what happened this time B.?" Peyton asked as she handed Brooke a coffee.

"The fucker probably cheated on me!" Brooke said.

"What?!" Peyton said wide eyed.

"Yep, I came home and Mrs. Thompson pulled me aside and told me, Lucas just left a minute ago! I come home and he's all flustered," Brooke said as she sipped her coffee.

"With Gatina?" Peyton asked. Brooke nodded. This was no shock to Peyton. Rachel wanted Lucas no matter if he was married.

"But he claims to love me! I'm tired of this shit! I come home exhausted and he fuckin sneaks around!" Brooke yelled. Peyton averted her eyes. People were staring.

"Have you thought about counseling?" Peyton asked. Brooke shook her head.

"Nope, is it even worth it?" Brooke asked softly. She tried her best to hold back the tears.

"Oh, hunny!" Peyton said as she hugged her friend. "You love him, right?" Peyton asked.

"Of course I love him!" Brooke said.

"Then you want to fix things!" Peyton assumed. Brooke nodded.

"Here, take this number," Peyton handed Brooke a crumbled up piece of paper. "She is a life saver!" Peyton exclaimed.

"How would you know?" Brooke asked bitterly.

"She helped Jake and I when Nikki came back. Trust me, she will help," Peyton assured.

"Alright, thanks," Brooke said.

"Now, I got to go pick up Jenny from school. Do you need me?" Peyton asked.

"I do need you, but I will be fine," Brooke lied. She wasn't fine. She felt like shit, her marriage was shit, her life was just a big pile of shit!

"You sure?!" Peyton asked. Brooke nodded.

"I'm good as it gets. Have fun P. Sawyer! Love you," Brooke called as her friend drove off. Brooke stood there, contemplating what to do now. She reached into her pockets and pulled out the number. She walked towards the pay phone.

"Hello counselor Claire speaking," a perky voice greeted. Brooke swallowed hard.

"This is Brooke Scott, I am having marriage trouble," Brooke said softly.

"And I suppose you want my help," she said.

"Yes, that is, if you can help," Brooke said.

"Tomorrow, eight a.m. sharp."

AN: Hope you liked it!

Coming up: They meet the marriage counse counselor.