On her drive home, Brooke was thinking the night over. This was the fifth or sixth night that this happened. She was trying to convince herself that she wasn't falling in love with him again, they were just having fun. He was working out those feelings he had for Lindsay by being with someone familiar. "Come on, Brooke. You can't be in love with him again. It's bad enough you're sleeping with him and you can't tell anyone, because Peyton would die and Haley, well, Haley would silently judge you." She stopped at the red light. Her phone started to ring, it could only be Lucas.

"Hey, Prettygirl, why'd you take off so fast?"

"Luke, you know I can't stay over. I have Peyton at home, and if I tell her I was at a guy's house, I'd have to give details and I can't exactly tell her it's you."

"Why not?"

"Luke..."

"No. I'm serious. Brooke, this may have started out as sex, but are you really going to tell me that you feel nothing. We have a history, Brooke, a past. Those feelings don't just go away."

Brooke held her breathe, unsure how to respond, because he was right. She had arrived at her house and was sitting in the parked car, in the driveway. "Lucas. I love you. I do, with all my heart. But don't you remember high school? All the pain that our little love triangle caused. I mean, this is what Peyton did to me, except you aren't dating her. She loves you too, and I don't know how to tell her."

"I'll do it. Tomorrow."

And with that, he hung up the phone. Brooke sat there for another minute or so, then willed herself out of the car. She shut the car door and took her house keys out of her purse. She opened the front door and glanced around the house, Peyton was obviously already in bed, but she left the kitchen light on for Brooke. Brooke went into her room, changed into some shorts and a tank top and laid down in her bed. She couldn't stop thinking about the next day. Lucas would be telling Peyton about him and Brooke. She couldn't sleep, but before long she just... drifted off.

She awoke to knocking on the door. "Brooke Davis, your ass better be in this bedroom!" Peyton said, in a joking manner.

"Ugh, P. Sawyer, you know I need my beauty sleep!" Brooke said, taking the pillow out from under her head and covered her face. Peyton opened the door, and waltzed in.

"Get up. We have shopping to do." Peyton said, grabbing the pillow away from Brooke.

"You are way too perky. Who are you and where is my best friend?" Brooke asked, suspiciously. Had Lucas already talked to her? Peyton just smiled.

"I just woke up and realized that I am not going to let a guy dictate me. I let Nathan push me around for so long, and now it's like I need Lucas, when in reality, I should be focused on me. So, I'm going out with my best friend, we're going shopping, and then I'm going to Tric and I'm going to find a guy. Maybe to sleep with, maybe to flirt with, maybe even to be the future Mr. Peyton Sawyer." She smiled broadly, "Come on!" She hit Brooke with the pillow. Brooke smiled back, but it was a sort of guilty smile. She nudged Peyton out of the bedroom, and walked to her closet. She found a pair of black shorts and a red, silk-ish shirt. Maybe she'd find the courage to tell Peyton about her and Lucas. They two hadn't gone out shopping since probably high school, before Brooke's parents lost all their money.

Brooke and Peyton parked their cars at Tric, and proceded to walk into every shop, bought one thing from here, a couple from there. Before long, they arrived back at Tric, put their things into their cars and went upstairs, headed for Red Bedroom Records.

"You coming out with me tonight?" Peyton asked, sitting at her desk.

"Actually, I think I have a date." Brooke said, remaining standing.

"A date? Why am I just hearing about this?" Peyton asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Because I'm not a hundred percent sure." Brooke smirked, "But, I do have to go. Clothes Over Bro's, and all." Brooke turned to leave.

"Details, lady, details!" Peyton yelled after her. Brooke just waved a hand at her friend, and as she shut the door to the studio, she heard Peyton's phone ring. 'Couldn't have been more perfect timing.' She could feel the butterflies in her stomach, this was the defining moment of their friendship.