"Stop it will you," she said with a giggle while she came up for air. Truly, anyone could tell, she wanted it all to continue. His fingers were caressing her inner thigh and his lips were kissing her continually which she didn't mind. Who would mind? It was one of the most handsome guys in the world that Peyton Sawyer was lying on the bed with, making out with. Her thin fingers wove through his dark hair. "I know you said we were done, but we say that every other week. Aren't you glad that this week there's a party," she whispered with a smile while he ran kisses down her neck and then back up. All she received in return to her words was a small noise like a hum but more like a groan.

She guided him back up to her lips, one hand behind his head, making the kiss more intimate. While she was focused on his lips, he was focused on unbuttoning that short little skirt of hers. "Come on Nathan," Peyton said, "we didn't even lock the door."

That's when Nathan broke away and climbed off the bed to the door and locked it. "The problems fixed," he grinned, looking at the beauty before him. Her blonde curly locks looking rather untamed, and that skirt tempting him, and her crooked shirt giving him pleasure. He made his way back to the bed where she was waiting and then put one knee on either side of her hips on the bed.

"But there's an even bigger problem Nate," Peyton told him in a flirty way, "Those buttons aren't undoing themselves." So, like he was supposed to, he unbuttoned his shirt and threw it on the floor, before working on Peyton's buttons. "Good boy," she cooed, while his lips went back to work going up and down her neck, a little further down every time and his fingers did their job; undoing her skirt, going up her shirt, taking off her shirt, doing all the right things while she undid his pant buttons. She closed her eyes and whispered as if in a trance, "very good boy."

Peyton blinked away the memory as she read the text Nathan had sent her at ten o'clock that night. She had been having flashbacks of all the parties and dates that went the same every time. They pleased each other, Nathan and Peyton really did. Only the text that Nate had sent had rallied up all of Peyton's memories and used them against her to hurt her. She figured he knew what he was doing, knew it would happen; all of those memories would come back and flood her mind, sweep her away. In reality though, he didn't. Besides, half the time they were drunk so they shouldn't have even been remembered, but they had been and the memories like that couldn't just go away even with alcohol soaking them up.

"He wrote: Not gonna be at the after party of your cheer-meet-thing, so don't wait up," she said into the phone, waiting for Brooke to respond. "I mean, this hasn't happened before, we always break-up then make-up. 'Think he's just screwing me over because I didn't crawl back to him? Or do you think that he means it?"

Brooke, at the other end of the phone shrugged even if Peyton couldn't see it. "Don't you mean hook-up?" she joked before going back to at least being a little serious. "But since when has Nathan Scott meant a word he said? He's probably just waiting for you to text him back with one of those sad faces like I do with Lucas." She examined her nails wondering if it was the sad face that really won Luke over, or if it was the picture of her making a puppy dog face that she sent afterwards. "Oh, and me and you need to get our nails done before the competition."

Peyton nodded. Brooke had a point. "Okay, you're probably right and yes we do, I might need some tips, I bit mine off already his text rattled me that much. 'You sure he didn't mean it? I mean, for a text it seemed pretty serious."

Brooke gave up and sighed, "I…don't know P. Sawyer. I gotta go. Bye."

At the exact same time the two girls hung up and Brooke went to bed while Peyton continued her flashbacks, some more pleasant and less…disturbing then others. When she fell asleep finally though, it was dreamless and maybe that's why she didn't want it to end.

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Brooke rolled over, the best dream weaving in her mind…

Brooke looked at the calendar counting the days until wedding, the largest smile plastered upon her face. Exactly three days and then she'd be married. Brooke Scott; she had begun writing that whenever she signed her name on any paper of any form. Sometimes when she was bored, she even practiced writing it, making sure that it looked perfect, the best it could look.

It didn't take long for the days to roll by and her name to become permanent. In fact, she was dancing in her beautiful white dress. Spaghetti straps kept her dress fitting perfectly and looking its best making her look her best. A white shawl had dropped from her shoulders and was now just draped over her elbows hanging loosely, but that's what made it look good. The dress was simple but so beautiful she felt like the perfect bride. Her white shoes completed the outfit, and the diamond studs brought out the diamond necklace she was wearing, as well as the carefully placed diamonds in her hair which was done to perfection. The picture of her dancing with Lucas was what she had pictured when she was a little girl dreaming of the perfect wedding. Of course, when she was little, the boy had been a mystery, but now it was crystal clear who it was and he looked magnificent.

She rested her head on his chest and they danced around. "I love you," he whispered kissing her on the top of the head. She smiled and still, after all those years they must've been dating, blushed.

"I love you too," she whispered back. Her hand was in his and they were dancing around, his other hand on the small of her back and they looked so in love. Someone even tapped on her should to get her attention and take a picture of the two. She saw numerous flashes directed towards them, probably people were just trying to capture the moments of them acting natural without knowing they were getting photographed.

Someone tapped her shoulder and she turned her smile to the man there. It was her dad. "May I steal her away?" he asked politely. Brooke watched Luke nod with a large smile, and let her go fall into step with her father.

Brooke hadn't seen her father in a very long time and it was so great to dance with him. It was like everything was now complete and had fallen into place just because her dad had decided to pop up and say hello and dance with her on the best day of her life. Just when they began, the song that Brooke had always said would be her father-daughter wedding dance song began to play. Shockingly enough, her dad knew the song and was singing. He was never a good singer, but he knew all the words to their song. It was called, I Loved Her First, by Heartland and it was the perfect song…the perfect song that died out far too soon. Along with the music her dad began to fade.

"Daddy?" she whispered, confused, and sad. Then she spun around and everyone was fading except for Luke, he was the last one there with her. "Where's everyone going?" she asked what was left of her wedding. Even the scenery was fading until it was sucked right out of her and…

Her eyes opened. Brooke checked her clock that read it was only four o six. She had about two more hours until she'd have to wake up for the next day of school and grueling cheer practices. She couldn't wait…for it to be over. Nobody seemed to listen half the time and these thoughts kept her awake for the two remaining hours of sleep she had left. It was a waste of time, she could be sleeping, but instead she was laying awake thinking about her dream and all of its perfection and how it was so brutally taken from her and all that would replace it within the next twenty four hours.

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"I can't believe I didn't finish this sooner. I can't believe I forgot," Haley muttered to herself. It was about four thirty in the morning and she had to write a short story for English. She had decided that she'd write it based on an actually experience she had, just changed up a bit so nobody would really recognize it unless if they were Lucas and focused.

Her dark hair fell over her shoulder and over what she had written of the short story. Her pen scratched the page and she was suddenly angrier than usual about the fact that her laptop had broke and her family computer was refusing to run certain programs. She could've been finished by then, but she wasn't. She had woken up during one of the best dreams. She had been tutoring Nathan, but it wasn't important now, what happened in her dream. She was writing about one of her favorite times with Lucas and the memory swam before her eyes.

"Come on Hales, we're going to be late," Luke called from his old car and honking the horn once. Haley didn't really know what they could be late for, they were just going to drive around. Lucas had just gotten his driver's license and it was his first hour allowed to drive anyone around that wasn't family; Haley was his first choice. They had been best friends for what felt like forever, and they were always talking about when they'd be able to drive right off of the map one day. Of course, that day came first for Luke and Haley just got hold of the passenger seat, which for now was safe with her. She could drive around with Lucas though; he could be her "adult driver" seeing as he did already acquire his license, but Haley wasn't just with a permit anymore, she had to drive around with "family" which was what Luke was in her eyes.

Grabbing her purse, she ran out the door, bolted down the pathway, and threw open the passenger seat. "I'm ready," she said with a bright smile while she buckled her seat belt. "Where are we going to go first?" she asked, taking out a notebook and pen while Luke gave her a look with one raised eyebrow.

"You don't need to take notes Hales," he told her, "but if you're so curious you're going to have to wait and be patient." He was doing this to kill her inside. He knew she was the most impatient person he knew, but wasn't every girl?

Haley frowned and put on her "irresistible" puppy dog face that only worked on the boy beside her about once out of every two hundred thousand times. "Please tell me? And these aren't notes," she said, "well…they kind of are. But I'm making a map of the places we drive tonight. We have to have a map to drive off of, remember?" She wondered if he remembered when they said that or if she was just sounding stupid and old fashion for remembering and wanting to remember at that. She was relieved when she got a smile and a nod. He remembered too.

"I felt stupid reminding you," he admitted as they eased on down the many roads of Tree Hill. "Clearly you had no trouble remembering, yourself, did you?"

Haley smiled. No she had no trouble at all. "Hey Luke, where are we?" she asked. She had seen this place in Karen's (Luke's mom) collection of photos. She forgot what they called it exactly, River something. She remembered Karen telling her about it once when Lucas came home from school late when they were supposed to do a project together. Karen had explained why Luke was so late and why Antoin "Skillz" Taylor decided to stop by. Haley had also known Skillz for a long time, but only because Luke came home late to work on a project in seventh grade.

Luke made a mock-shock face, "you don't remember this place?"

Haley shook her head, "I've never been. I've been told about it, but I forget what it's called."

"This, Haley James, is my favorite place of all time...the River Court…and look at that. There's Skillz." Haley waved out the window as they parked the car.

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As Haley wrote that paper, Luke was flipping the front porch light on so that he could see as he walked to his car. It was the same car that he had a year and a half ago, the same rust patterns, the same neat red paint job, the same car. It was so familiar to him that it could be his second home and he'd never know it if he was blind folded. He felt at so much ease in that car. The seat had practically molded to fit him perfectly and make him as comfy as he could get in those squishy chairs, one with a rip letting yellow cushion seep out. It didn't make much sense to get a new car or get it refurnished because then he'd have to break that car in, and this car worked fine, it just wasn't in the best physical appearance.

Turning on the radio he tapped the steering wheel as he traveled down the smooth paved roads of the neighborhoods that he knew so well that led to the river court. Over the small bridge he drove the rattle of the boards underneath a sound that was very familiar. It scared him sometimes, he'd admit it, but he loved it all the same. It was an old bridge, one not exactly meant for cars to be driven over. Normally he just bounced his basketball down with his headphones in and his feet pounding the turf with a steady rhythm.

His grey "Keith's Auto Shop" sweatshirt was keeping him warm as he jogged out of his car, bouncing a basketball as he went. His red basketball shorts matched one of the color shades in the sunrise that was coming up over the horizons. Seeing the light he froze, a memory flashing across his mind. A pleasant memory it was…

Light came through the glass window at the same angle as the sun, every now and then being blocked by the silhouette of what must be a girl's head. It hadn't quite registered yet, but it was beautiful; the light, and as the figure cleared, so was the girl before him, sitting at a table a giant sundae with two spoons dipping in and out of it in front of her.

"You know," she told him brightly while stabbing into the sundae with her spoon. She slid the metal into her mouth and sucked up the ice cream that had been piled on it, which only gave her a bit of a brain freeze. She made a disoriented face trying to swallow it without it being as cold.

"That you shouldn't take such big bites because you're gonna get brain freeze?" Luke guessed with a smile. While he did the same thing as Brooke, only with a smaller amount of ice cream on it, he looked at her and took her in. God, she was beautiful. Her dark eyes were glistening with happiness and her straightened hair was pulled back into a ponytail, two small amounts forming "pieces" of hair were left out on either side of her face because they weren't long enough to be tied back and stay with the rest of the bunch. Her tooth showing smile could lighten up any room and she just had that sort of grace about her that made her like a delicate rose. But of course with every rose there was a thorn, a sharp edge to Brooke. It was seen anytime, anywhere, no matter how much she tried to hide it. One could see it in her eyes, even when she was being sweet and gentle, that like the rest of the world, she had an edge; an air about her that was filled with "Brooke Oxygen." It wasn't a bad thing; in fact, Luke would even go as far as to say that that thorn that that delicate rose possessed was rounded off at the end so it could only penetrate so deeply.

Brooke giggled a bit once she got over her temporary brain freeze and shook her head, stressing on the word, "nooooo…okay, just because you said I started too, but I was going to say, that this sundae is huge and it's insane that we're trying to eat it."

Lucas pointed his spoon at her, "but see, that's what we aim for. Besides, wouldn't you want a free sundae if we finish this one?" The size of the ice cream was so large that they had made it a special. If anyone finished it, they got a free large ice cream sundae, not as large as the current one they were trying to devour, but a normal sized large.

"Nooooo," she grinned, "I wouldn't want a free sundae, I'm never going to be able to eat after we finish this one, if we finish this one which I don't think we will. And we're totally cheating." The ice cream shop didn't exactly have rules about the jumbo sized sundae, so technically there was no way to cheat.

He chuckled lightly before whispering, "maybe we should just empty it over the trashcan and say that we ate it." He received a look that said she was thinking about it and really considering it.

"We should." She said this simply and then added, "Or we could forget about the free sundae and just take the desert to go. Or we could just go and I could be your desert." She said the last part in a flirty way.

Haley's voice sprung into Lucas's mind, supporting Brooke's theory. 'Think about it Luke, the sundae is the cost of three large sundaes, and it's four times as big, it's the same deal more or less,' she told him in his mind. She always had that tutor-girl air about her just like Brooke had the "Brooke" air about her. "Your right, and I think you'd be much better," he smiled leaning over and kissing her cheek, and adding a few more kisses down her neck.

"Luke," she whispered nudging him a bit, though she was smiling, "Luke we're in public." He nodded and then she took his hand and stood up. Looking into the sundae to see how much they had eaten, they noticed that in the massive bowl, there was only a small bit left. She scooped it up and told him, "open up."

He had become full too and the thought of eating another bite made his stomach flip. "I don't think I ca-," he was cut off by Brooke putting the ice cream in his mouth when the opportunity came. "Gee, thanks Brooke. Now I think I'm going to upchuck or something." He swallowed the ice cream reluctantly, knowing he wouldn't get sick. Suddenly, there was music playing and staff members clapping and circling their table for finishing the sundae. They didn't need the praise nor did they need that large free sundae coming their way. "Can we take that to go?" he asked and the lady nodded, rushing in back to put it in a container for them.

When she reappeared Brooke smiled, "thanks." She left a tip while Luke left the pay on the table and then they escaped into the day, the sun giving off the same glow that was beginning to seep through the trees across the river in Lucas Scott's reality.

Taking a shot from the half line of the small court, the ball teetered on the rim and bounced off, landing in his younger brother's hands. "What are you doing out here so late?" he asked curiously, while the ball was bounced back to him. He took another shot, but the same thing happened, it fell back into Nathan's hands.

"It's like four in the morning, that's not late, that's early," he explained, "and I couldn't sleep…I have a study date with Haley tomorrow and so I turned off my bedroom light and came here to think. What if I turn out to be really stupid and she's insanely smart and I look like an idiot to her?"