So, relationships, complicated, all of them, without doubt. Its common knowledge among all groups of friends, bring a girl/boy friend into the scenario and slowly, that group starts deteriorating. Friendships lost for the sake of "love", but in all honesty, what is love? Shouldn't we all "love" our friends? After all, a wise person once said "hoe's over bros". Lucas loves Brooke who is best friends with Peyton who loves Lucas and used to date Nathan, Lucas's half brother, and Nathan is married to Lucas's best friend, Haley. The seemingly common denominator in this tangled web is blatantly obvious, Lucas.

"Luuuuuucccccaaaaaaaaaasssss" Karen called; once again, her son was running late for work, a job that he had been blessed with, especially since his mom owned the place of business. "You better hurry your ass over to that café, you can't just leave Haley there while you gallivant around moussing your hair and plucking your eyebrows, or whatever is you've been doing in there for so long."

Meanwhile, Brooke is sneaking out the door conveniently located in Lucas's room. Great for booty calls, and such.

In all honesty, not much has changed since Haley and Nathan's second, yep, count it, second wedding. Well actually, it was a "renewal of vows"…yep, after one year of loving marital bliss, or lack there-of, these two crazy teenagers in love decided to tie the knot…again. The irony of the whole thing is, they were proclaiming their "true and undying love" for each other, but Haley happened to be touring the east coast …alone for a good ½ year of that marriage. Well, she wasn't alone per se, she was with good ol Chris Keller. Sexy. The only huge change in town was when I moved here. Straight out of Des Moines, Iowa, I was your quintessential, rich, Midwestern girl. In fact, Brooke's old house is gorgeous, especially after all the renovating my parents did. Home Sweet Home.

"Hey mom" Lucas called back

"Yeah honey?"

"I am NOT metro sexual." and with a chortle to himself he was out the door and in the cab of his tow truck on the way to work. It kind of sucked really bad not having a real car, but since Keith didn't need it, on account of losing his auto repair shop and then getting killed by his brother, literally, it was a free inherited ride that didn't guzzle gas. He revved up his engine, or much as the engine could be revved up, and pulled slowly out his driveway.

Pulling up to the café, Lucas gave a look around and lost his breath when he saw a blond bouncy bob walking down the street. No possible way right? "Peyt! Peyton!" but there was no response, figures. Its hard proclaiming your undying love for your best friend's boyfriend, coincidentally you're ex hook up buddy, and getting no response back. He ran up next to her to realize it wasn't Peyton, but Alexandra the rich new girl.

"oh hey…sorry, wow, you really need to dye your hair."

"Why, I don't look anything like Peyton, on account of I'm 5'3" and she was 5'9"..but hey, you know, some people just don't have the sense of perception that many of us take for granted."

Yep, that new girl, quick on her feet like always. It was that sense of sarcastic humor and charm that won the town over. It wasn't hard at all, Haley immediately took me under her arm and I came at an opportune time, seeing as Peyton decided to dash instead of stay and face the music she decided to compose. Some people just crack under the pressure but I was definitely not one of them.

"har har, you're such a smartass" and he playfully punched my arm

"owwwww…" I feigned pain, "I'm just saying…guilty conscience much? I mean come on, you obviously want to see her so badly that you're seeing her instead of me, or maybe, this is just some sort of kinky Lucas Scott thing"

"get out of here you…" he laughed and not so subtly looked at the face of his watch "oh lookey that, I'm late for work and while I'd much rather stay here and bask in the glow of your lovingness, Haley's gonna kill me, and frankly I value my life."

"Good to see you using Brooke's lines… she's seriously rubbing of on you man…bask in the glow..come one kiddo, get new stuff"

He ran across the street with a quick look over his shoulder, but I didn't care, I was long gone by then, doing some major retail therapy. It broke my poor little heart finding out that star shooting guard of the Tree Hill Ravens was emotionally unavailable, seeing as he was in a committed relationship. Oh well, I'm seventeen, there will definitely be other guys, I just can't wait to see what this dinky town has to offer me.

Dirty babe, you see these shackles

Baby I'm your slave

I'll let you whip me

If I misbehave

Its just that no one makes me feel this way

Take em to the chorus…

"Go ahead be gone with it….I LOVE this song" Brooke shouted over the loud music pounding from the speakers at Tric. Ever since Peyton left, the all ages club turned more into a party girl Brooke atmosphere. Haley shimmied over, dancing badly, but hey, you can't blame her, she's got nothing to prove, she's the most accomplished out of all us, record deal, husband…she really jumped the gun. "tutor wife, please don't ever do that move again."

"But it's the Harlem shake"

"Baby no, you look borderline epileptic." Nathan laughed at his own joke while Haley sauntered up to him.

"Aww hun, do you even know what epilepsy is?"

"haha OHHH snap…sorry…kinda slipped..my old Midwestern ghettoness shining through" and with that, Haley and Brooke each took a side of me and dragged me onto the dance area. Nathan stayed back and idled at the bar, and it was so obvious there was nothing but intense admiration for his wife in his eyes. I hope to have that kind of passion someday, but I would never EVER admit to it, so if anyone asks, I'm totally denying it.

"yeah that's right Chicago, shake that aaaassssss" it's weird because Brooke refuses to use my real name, Alexandra, or any variety of it. No Alex, Lexi, Lex, Ali, nothing. Most people in this town call me Al or Ali, Nate and Lucas call me Lex, and Karen Roe calls me Alexandra, but only Brooke calls me Chicago, not that I mind, I could care less, it just weird because I'm from Des Moines, but apparently that's too hard to say so it got shortened to Chicago.

And that's when it happened. The most beautiful guy I've ever seen walked through the paint chipped doors.

"Jagielski!" Haley ran over quickly and gave him a hug.

"you know, I really hate when you disappear for months and show up at random. Man, all the girls just lose it and are all over you"

"Hey Luke, I missed you too, yeah life's great thanks for asking" they laughed and did the guy shake, you know the shtick, clap hands pull each other back clap. It's stupid, I never understood it but whatever, guys are just weird like that.

"ahem" I pushed my way through, flipped my charm switch on, batted the eyelashes, after all, what good are they for unless you bat them? "I'm Alexandra"

"…but you may call her Chicago"

"…or Lexi"

"…or Al"

"or any combination or variation you can think of, seems to be working well so far." And I shook his hand, seemed like the cordial thing to do.

"Wow… you look a lot like.."

"Peyton man I TOLD you!" Lucas said with his holier than thou attitude

"I was actually gonna say Jessical Biel but you know whatever works for you mahn"

And the group of teens danced away the night not getting into any trouble. No boy drama, cat fights, guy fights, no cops, nothing.

Yeah Right, what kind of town do you think this is? Amishville, Pennsylvania? Nope..didn't think so…plus a group of teens not getting into any trouble on a beautiful summer night, especially in Tree Hill, what are the chances of that happening? Slim to freaking None.