Brooke Davis; well known in her New York job and even more well known in Tree Hill. The two girl, Rachel and Brooke, sat in their new blue BMW with suitcases piled in the back seat as sat in their car in front of the river court remembering the memories that changed their lives in Tree Hill.

"Tree Hill, it's been so long." Brooke said as she leaned her head back on the seat and looked up at the moon shining down on the river court.

"You know, Brooke, after all that time working our asses off in New York, why couldn't we stay there? Why are we working on our designs here while we could be in New York doing fashion shows and having interviews and having the time of our lives?" Rachel asked as she put her feet up on the dashboard.

"Because, Rachel, things weren't working for me in New York." Brooke said as she looked at Rachel and then back up at the moon.

"What do you mean it wasn't working? People work for year trying to get to the point where we got and we had it then."

"I couldn't stand being away from everybody anymore. I mean, I barely got to see Chase and I haven't talked to Peyton or Nathan or Lucas or Haley since I left. I just want things the way they used to be." Brooke took our her phone and looked at pictures of her and Chase. "I really miss him, Rachel."

"When is he coming back here?" Rachel asked as she got her feet off the dashboard.

"He said he had to finish things at school. I need to see him now, though."

"What's so important about seeing him now?"

"It's just, last time I saw him, things were perfect, more perfect than anything could be. I went to his dorm and we had the most amazing time of our lives."

"You slept with him, didn't you." Rachel said as if she already knew what Brooke was talking about.

"Chase and I have been sleeping together for a while now and it's just the way things were that night were perfect. But of course, I get a call from New York about an upcoming fashion show and I have to go back. I didn't want to leave him though. We never have time together. I want that to change now that were home." Brooke said with her head down.

"He sounds good in bed." Rachel said as she giggled. Brooke reached into the back seat and through a suitcase at her.

"Hey! I was just asking a question!" Rachel yelled as they were both gigging. Rachel threw the suitcase in the back seat.

"Brooke, I have a question. Where are we going to stay tonight?" Brooke paused and looked at the windshield.

"Oh, shit." Brooke looked at Rachel. "I sold the house after graduation." The two both sat there wondering what they were going to do. "Oh, we could go to Lucas's and ask Karen if we could spend the night." Brooke said as the two started to drive away into the night. While the two were unsure for what the next day would bring, another two people were excited for what not only the next day would bring, but what the night would bring.

Peyton and Lucas walked into their new house.

"Oh, my gosh, Lucas." Peyton said as she looked around the house and back at Lucas. "This is so perfect."

"I wanted this to be perfect." Lucas said as he picked up Peyton and walked her to the bedroom. The room was brought to the life when the light was turned on and unlit candles were placed around the room and rose peddles were scattered on the red sheets of the bed. Lucas placed Peyton on the edge of the bed as he grabbed a lighter and started to light the candles. "They're your favorite scent, lavender." Lucas said after all of the candles were lit. Lucas went next to the door and turned off the lights, which left the candles lighting the room in a dim, yet lively room. Lucas sat next to Peyton on the bed.

"Lucas, I don't know how this could be more perfect. Everything is amazing." Peyton said as she stroked the back of his hair. Lucas took off his light brown shirt.

"I know how to make things more perfect." Lucas said as he brought Peyton closer to him as they started to lie down on the bed. Lucas started to lightly kiss her as they were next to each other and as he started to lift up her dark green tank top.

As one night becomes perfect in every way another becomes different for two people. Brooke and Rachel pulled up in front of Lucas and Karen's house. There was only one light on, which was in Lucas's bedroom. Brooke walked to the front door and knocked on the door. A minute passed and there was no answer. Rachel stood next to her as she grow impatient. A moment later the door opened to reveal Karen in her pajamas.

"Brooke!" Karen said as they hugged. She turned to hug Rachel too. "Come in, when did you get back?"

"We just got back, but we were wondering if maybe just for tonight, Rachel and I could stay here."

"Oh, that's great. You both can stay, but you have to help me watch Lilly in the morning. Um, Lucas actually came back about a month ago and he has his own place now." Brooke looked surprised.

"Oh, um, do you think you can tell us where he lives because I just wanted to say hi to him."

"Oh, yea, he lives on Kindler Drive. That's a few blocks down. It's number seven."

"Oh, lucky number seven." Rachel said as there was an awkward silence."

"We'll be back in a few minutes." Brooke said as they started to walk back to their car.

The two drove over to Lucas's new house and stood outside. As Rachel was about to knock on the door, Brooke stopped her.

"Wait. It's late, he might be sleeping." Brooke said.

"Well, then we'll have to see if he is." Rachel said as she walked around the outside of his house looking into windows.

"Oh, my gosh!" Rachel said.

"What?" Asked Brooke.

"Peyton an Lucas sitting in a tree. "F-U-C-K-I-N-G." Rachel said as Brooke walked over to the window to find

Peyton and Lucas sleeping in a bed without their clothes no with Lucas's arm around Peyton's stomach.

"Oh, my gosh, they're still together?" Rachel asked.

"They've never been together this long." Brooke said as she stared into the window. "Lets go. We'll see them tomorrow." Brooke and Rachel walked back to Karen's house as Peyton and Lucas lied there together dreaming about each other with every minute that passed. But, when it comes to Tree Hill, perfect isn't always as it seems…