Often times I like to just take a drive to clear my head. But my head never clears. No, instead it clutters. I wish I could just drive forever anyway. I wish that I was driving somewhere. I don't know exactly where I want to end up. Maybe somewhere new. Or maybe into the future. Yeah. I wish I could just drive into the future. Don't get me wrong, I would never give up my life or my friends. But sometimes I wish I could just skip the hard parts, the struggle.

BD

Ugh. For some reason I have a pounding headache. Forget opening my eyes. Must have been some killer party last night.

I roll over to get a more comfortable position and my arm grazes someone else's arm.

Oh my God.

Please don't tell me I slept with someone last night. That's never a fun experience to wake up to. I put my head under the covers and open my eyes. Luckily I still have my underwear and bra on. Victoria's Secret, nice. The person on the side of me has a similar set on. I slept with a chick? That's a new one.

Okay. I can do this. I'll just count to ten and then see who is lying next to me.

One…

Two…

I hear an alarm go off and the person on the side of me starts to move. "Shit." I hear them mumble.

They get out of bed and it sounds like they are running around the room. I peek my head out and cautiously open my eyes.

What the fuck? Rachel Gattina is running around the room half naked. I did not sleep with the Mega-Slut trying to steal Lucas from me.

Before I can even imagine what to say, she starts talking to me.

"Brooke I am so sorry! I forgot to set the alarm an hour earlier. Look, I'll head to the store first but your fat ass better be there by eight. I refuse to make Millicent do inventory on her own again."

And with that she's out the door. What store and who the hell is Millicent? Obviously she's still high or something. I guess I'll just get ready for school. I look around the room and put on a pair of jeans and a tank top that was lying around. Peyton or Haley can tell me what happened last night. It's weird…I mean normally I choose to forget things. But seriously, I have no idea what happened last night.

I get dressed and head outside. Hmm…My bug isn't here. Whatever, I'll walk. This isn't even Rachel's house! I recognize it though. This is like two streets over from my old house.

Walking to school only takes ten minutes. I walk through the hallway, strutting my stuff like I normally do; only today is different. I don't recognize any of these people. And there is a girl standing at my locker and all my decorations are off the door. Now I'm getting a weird feeling about this. Maybe I'm dreaming? I mean, first the Rachel thing and now someone is using my locker?

I'll just go to first period English. If there is one thing that won't change, it has to be my class schedule. I turn the corner and now it's official. My brain is on overload and I don't understand anything that's going on. Tutor-Girl is in this class, but she's TEACHING it. TEACHING!

"Haley, what the hell is going on?"

Haley gives me a confused look but she makes her way towards me. "I'll be back in a minute class, continue reading chapter 5."

She shuts the door behind her. "Brooke, what are you doing here?"

"What am I doing here?! What are you doing teaching a class? And-"

"Whoa. Brooke, calm down, okay?"

"I will not calm down! I'm eighteen years old and already I'm going insane."

Haley's eyebrows scrunch up and even she thinks I'm nuts. "How old are you?"

"Eighteen."

"Brooke I know you hate that you're getting older-"

"No! You don't get it, I'm really eighteen! I don't understand how I got here."

I lean against the wall and slump down to the floor, silent tears running down my face. I just need an explanation.

"Brooke, sweetie, you're twenty-five years old."

"Can you just take me home, Hales? Please?"

BD

Haley tells Principal Turner that she has an emergency to take care of and she drives me home. The only thing is, she takes me back to that unfamiliar house I woke up in.

"I don't live here."

"Yes you do. You and Rachel live here, remember?"

"No. From what I know, we aren't even friends!"

Haley looks really concerned now. I don't mean to freak her out, but I hardly have time to try and comfort her when I can't even comfort myself.

We sit down in the living room. "Why do I live here with Rachel? Do I not have a boyfriend?"

Now Haley looks uncomfortable. "Brooke…you're…"

Instead of finishing her sentence she points to a picture sitting on the end table. I pick it up and trace the frame with my fingers. The picture is of Rachel and I. She has her arms wrapped around me from behind and we're laughing about something.

"She's my girlfriend." I conclude. Haley nods. This is just too weird to comprehend. You know what? I'm dreaming. That's the reason for this madness.

"You two own a really successful store called Clothes Over Bros."

"So where's Lucas?"

"He's my husband." I turn around and my mouth drops.

"What? What happened to Nathan?"

"He went to Duke after he found out about the baby. Lucas has raised Jamie like he was his own."

"Total Dan/Karen/Keith déjàvu."

Haley laughs lightly. "Basically."

"Haley I don't mean to be rude. But from what I know, I'm very much in love with Lucas."

"Well, you were, back then Brooke. When we were in high school. But everything changed."

"That's an understatement." I mumble under my breath. "What about Peyton?"

"No one has spoken to her in years, after what she did to me…"