Brooke stumbled down the dorm hallways, dragging a duffel bag twice her size behind her feet. Lucas was supposed to be helping her move in all the heavy stuff, but Karen had insisted that they finish his room first so she could get back to Tree Hill and pick up Lily. Brooke had thought about going and sitting on Lucas' bed until him and Karen were finished but she was determined to beat her roommate and get the best living space. She was happily surprised to see that she was the first one there, especially after all of Karen's random stops along the way. Quickly throwing her purse onto the bed up against the back wall, and kicking the duffel bag in the general area of her closet; Brooke went back down to her car to get the rest of her stuff.
After four very long trips to the car, all of Brooke's belongings were stuffed into her shoebox of a dorm room. Brooke had to admit; she was a little overwhelmed as to where to start. Deciding to put it off, she jumped up onto her bed and dialed Lucas' number.
"Hey Pretty Girl," he answered after two rings, sounding out of breath.
"You sound tired, Peyton over there showing you a good time?" Brooke laughed.
"Very funny Brooke, I do wish you were here showing me a good time though."
"Even with Karen there?"
"She can watch."
"Lucas Scott! Damn, I really have corrupted you. Are you almost done? I need help."
"Did you get all your stuff inside?"
"Yeah, who knew that would be the easy part. But now I have to figure out where to put all this crap! Plus, I'm still waiting for the mysterious roommate to show up. Have you met yours yet?"
"Yes I have, he got here a little while ago. He says that you're hot but obviously a stage five clinger based on the 8 framed pictures of us I have in my room."
"Oh please," Brooke sighed, "You framed like 7 out of 8 of those, mister."
"Secrets, Brooke Davis, secrets. It's in your best interest to keep my mainly hood intact."
"Oh Broody…" Brooke suddenly stopped, as she saw a tall lanky blonde figure enter her room, lugging a large black trunk behind her.
"You have got to be kidding me…" Peyton sighed as she stopped dead in her tracks.
"I figured you changed your forms…" Brooke stammered, the phone still up close to her ear.
"Brooke?...Brooke? What's going on?" Lucas asked over and over again as Peyton and Brooke competed in a staring contest.
"So you're not gonna like, make me watch you and Lucas make out are you?" Peyton finally asked, sitting down on the bed across from Brooke.
"Peyton, I've already lived with you once in the past year and look how well that turned out. You fell in love with my boyfriend, again. I'm going to get this changed."
"Knock yourself out Brooke, I'm really not up for the drama."
With Peyton's smug smirk staring her in the face, Brooke quickly jumped off her bed and stormed through the hallway toward Lucas' room.
"That's it, I'm moving in here!" Brooke shouted as she stormed into his room, nearly knocking over the shelves that Karen was working on putting together.
"What's wrong, Pretty Girl? You never called me back." Lucas asked taking a few small steps towards her. When Brooke was this angry, you were better off to keep your distance. "I was gonna come down and see you, but somebody wouldn't let me."
Brooke glanced quickly and Karen and then back at Lucas, almost pissed that she hadn't let Lucas run to her rescue earlier. But at this point, Brooke had bigger problems to worry about.
"This!" Brooke yelled again, waving a yellow piece of paper in the air, "This dumb thing says that Peyton freaking Sawyer is my roommate!"
"How is that even possible? This place is huge."
"Okay, well I maybe sort of forgot that when Peyton and I filled out our applications we requested to be roommates. But that's beside the point, as my backstabbing former best friend she should have changed her request. AND, I didn't even know she was going to college; I just figured she'd stay at home and pick up that old coke habit again or something similarly creepy like that." Brooke was ranting at this point as she sat down in a huff on Lucas' perfectly made bed.
"Oh, Brooke. Don't be so dramatic. Maybe it will be fun living with Peyton?" Karen smiled, in that calming mother way, the way that almost made Brooke believe what she was saying was true. But it wasn't.
"No it will be awkward and uncomfortable and just completely unnecessary. Lucas, fix it." Brooke whined, pouting at her boyfriend.
"Maybe she won't show up?" Lucas shrugged, sitting down next to her.
"Too late, she's already arrived. And remember my nice former best friend? Remember, the one who felt really terrible about all the things she had done to me? Well, that girl is gone and has been replaced with a major bitch!"
"I'm sorry babe." Lucas said simply kissing her forehead and wrapping his arms around her.
"Alright, well I guess I have to go back sometime. I'm gonna go unpack my clothes." Brooke stood and then looked back at Lucas, "Will you come help me with the heavy stuff once your done here?
"Of course," Lucas smiled.
"Good, don't forget to be shirtless! If Peyton want to be my roommate I can at least make her miserable." Brooke called as she skipped out of the room and down the hallways.
When Lucas arrived at Brooke's room an hour later, after finally convincing his mother that it was time for her to go, he felt as if he was entering a war zone. Brooke and Peyton had created an unspoken line down the middle of the room. And from what he could tell is neither of them had made any move towards unpacking. Instead, they were just sitting on their opposing beds, staring at each other.
"Knock, knock." Lucas said timidly, quickly knocking his fist against the doorframe.
Brooke glanced at him quickly, "Come in."
Once Lucas had taken a seat next to her, she quickly said, "You've met Peyton right?"
"Come on guys, there has to be a solution to this problem. You can't live like this all year." Lucas spoke trying to reason with the two angry girls.
"Well we seem to be in a little bit of a predicament. I don't want to go request a new roommate because then I'll have to move rooms. And then we probably won't be in the same building only a few doors down from each other. And also, I did my research this building has the best closets in all of campus. Peyton, on the other hand, is refusing to switch based on principle that this is just as much of her room as it is mine, apparently." Brooke didn't even look at Lucas as she spoke, instead she kept her eyes straight ahead at Peyton, "Now as far as I'm concerned, since Peyton her not only tried to steal my boyfriend once, but twice. I feel just a tiny bit entitled to this room."
"You feel entitled to everything, Brooke." Peyton sneered, leaning back against the bed.
"Okay, Brooke why don't we grab dinner? Give you both a little time to cool off." Lucas suggested, giving Brooke a look with pleading eyes.
"Fine," she spoke sharply, jumping off the bed, "Let me grab a few things, I'm staying with you tonight."
"Whenever you're ready, Pretty Girl." Lucas replied, looking over at Peyton who was suddenly rather uncomfortable. She had really been holding her own with Brooke until Lucas had shown up. It was driving her crazy that he was here to save Brooke and not her, but I guess she couldn't hold onto him forever.