1Legs were tangle together, hands roaming enticingly over one another. Their breathing was shallow as the pinnacle of what they were striving to accomplish was about to be reached. He let out an animal like growl just as he felt her trembling with her own pleasure and as he was about to reach his...the door burst open.

"Lucas, Karen asked me to..." a short brunette trailed off as she realized what exactly it was she just walked in on. "Oh My God, Oh My God...Ewwwww..." she said as she covered her eyes with her hands trying to block away the images that were sure to ingrain themselves into her memory.

Lucas collapsed on top of the girl underneath him as he scrambled to cover them up with his sheets. "Damn it Brooke, have you ever heard of knocking?" he yelled in frustration "What the hell." He glanced down at the girl beneath him and offered her an apologetic smile which she didn't see as she was also covering her face in embarrassment.

Brooke could only blindly reach behind her for the door so that she could escape the awkwardness that she had just put herself in. "I know, I'm soooo sorry..." she started as she felt the door and relief rushed through her. "Okay, I'm just going to go now, okay then...bye" and with those last words she fled the room and ran out of the house.

"Brooke..." she heard as she made it to the porch, preparing to jump into her car and gun the engine only to be stopped by a hand on her elbow. She glanced up into the piercing blue eyes of one of her best friends and had to glance away quickly as the images of him naked and sweaty were still too fresh in her memory.

Lucas ran a hand shakily through his hair and could only begin to imagine what was going through her head right now, but he had to laugh at her expression since she did look like a deer caught in headlights. Thinking it would be fun just to let her squirm for just a little bit longer, he chose his next words carefully. "Bet you got an eyeful there, huh Davis?" He watched as her cheeks stained a becoming crimson color, and decided to let her off the hook this once.

"Okay Brookester, what was it you were coming to tell me?" Using the nickname he dubbed her with, hoping to get the response he normally got when he called her that. "Ow!" Yup, that was the response he expected as he rubbed the spot she just hit.

"I told you to stop calling me that Scott...geese, I'm not 12 anymore." She told him angrily, momentarily forgetting everything that had just happened.

Lucas held his hands up in surrender as he smiled into her flashing green eyes. "Hey, it got you to look at me again didn't it?"

She crossed her arms over her chest and arched an eyebrow at him. "Yeah, it did, and before I tell you what I came to tell you today, in the future, lock your damn door so we can avoid this ever happening again, please."

Lucas reached over and playfully tapped the front of the cap she was wearing. "First of all, it's my house, and I was in the privacy of my own room and secondly, you shouldn't just barge in on people, it's not polite."

Brooke released a long sigh before speaking again. " Whatever, Karen wanted me tell you she's going to need you at the café for a couple of hours tonight, one of her waitresses came down with the flu or something." She tossed over her shoulder as she prepared to get into her car, and offered him an innocent smile, knowing he wasn't happy about having to work tonight.

She watches as she heard him growl in frustration. "You've got to be kidding me, I had plans tonight." He started, before an idea came to mind. He turned to her and offered her his best puppy dog face. "Can't you do it Brooke? Please? I'll totally owe you one."

Brooke shook her head quickly. "No way dude, I have plans tonight too."

"Plans? Brooke, you never have plans, come on." He begged with his eyes. "There's this girl I'm supposed to see..."

"Nope, not going to work today buddy...I'm shooting hoops with the guys down the court tonight, so you're on your own." She turned the ignition on and offered him a smirk before she put the wheels into gear. "And besides, maybe it'll do you a little good to keep Lucas Jr. In for the night." And with that, she sped down the road to her next destination.

Lucas could only shake his head as he watched her tail light disappear in the distance. Shoot hoops with the boys tonight, he thought to himself as he made his way back to his room. Sometimes, Brooke was too much of a tomboy for her own good, even now at the ripe old age of 16, when girls were busy prettying themselves for the attention of guys, she didn't see the point, but, he wouldn't have her any other way. Not his Brooke. And he smiled to himself when he thought of her as his. With half the girls in their school so boy crazy, he was glad his best friend was far from it.

He reached his room only to find the girl still laying in his bed looking absolutely bored. "Sorry about that Peyt..." and before he could get another word out, she was already clinging to his body. Oh, the perils of unrestricted desires, he thought to himself as he obliged the blonde beauty in his arms.

A/N: Okay, so here's the premise of the story. Brooke and Lucas have been best friends since she was orphaned by her parents at the tender age of 10. Karen, is Brooke's godmother, so she got custody of her when Brooke's parents died. Brooke, is a total tomboy. Not a party girl, not a slut, in fact, I'm making her a virgin in this story. Since she grew up with Lucas, Nathan and the Rivercourt guys, she also loves basketball and will be pretty good at it in this story. Lucas and Nathan are still half brothers, sired by none other than Dan Scott but they never hated each other. Nathan and Haley are still the only couple, because, how can you not love Naley? Lucas is a playboy, not a player. In this story, he is a promiscuous gentleman. Huh, what an oxymoron. But deep down, he's searching for that one special someone. Who will it be? I don't know, you'll just have to wait and see. Brooke and Haley are also best friends, but, whereas Haley is a girly girl, Brooke is the exact opposite, to Haley's disdain. Peyton is just a punk rock cheerleader, she won't be that important in this story, because, to be honest with you, I don't really like Peyton. But, she makes a good villain, so I'll keep her around to make it interesting.

Alright, let me know what you think...good? Bad? Keep it going? Stop writing now? You let me know. Thanks!