The brothers went with Nathan shoving Lucas ahead of him. Lucas wasn't about to take that and shoved him back just as hard, but their friendly scuffling ended the second Lucas reached Nathan's window and gazed out in wonder at the extremely expensive sports car parked in their driveway. His jaw literally dropped. The vehicle down below was an aerodynamic masterpiece that Lucas had read could go from zero to sixty in less than four seconds and had a whopping 650 horsepower at 8,000 revolutions per minute. The car was a shade of blue that could only be described as azure, and it was just gleaming, its every inch washed and polished to a super high sheen. Luke's eyes lingered over its scissor doors and its lightweight aluminum bodywork from hood to trunk then back again, a smile of yearning and admiration forming across his handsome face.

"Dude, tell me this is real."

"It's real all right."

"So you're saying I'm not imagining this? That's really a Bugatti EB110 Super Sport in front of our house?"

"I think so, yeah. Well, it's a Bugatti anyway, the fastest ride in town I'm willing to bet."

"No shit," Lucas breathed. He meant to glance over at Nathan while he replied, but he couldn't seem to tear his eyes away from the vision before him. "Man, Uncle Keith would love to get under the hood of that car. What's it doing here anyway?"

Nathan shrugged. "You know Dad. He's gotta be the first to test drive all the new inventory on his lot. He pulled up in it a few hours ago."

"And you didn't tell me?!" Lucas whipped around and punched him in the arm. "You jackhole!"

"Sorry! Ow!" Nathan apologized then laughed as Lucas abruptly decided he'd rather salivate out the window than keep beating him up.

"You know, Dad can't be trying to sell that car," Lucas declared after a moment. "No one in Tree Hill could afford it, not even him with all the money he's embezzled over the years."

"Whatever." Nathan opened the window a little more and leaned out. "I don't care why it's here; I'm just glad it is here."

"You and me both. What I wouldn't give to get behind the wheel."

Nathan could understand that. He checked out his brother's profile and realized he'd never seen Lucas stare at an object with such open longing before, not even during their freshman and sophomore years when Luke's ongoing crush over Peyton had been the school's worst kept secret. Taking that as just one more sign of what he and his brother should do, Nathan promptly reached out to shove him then kept doing it until Lucas turned to him with impatience.

"What, dude?"

Nathan grinned. "Me too."

"Me too what?"

"Me too what I wouldn't give to get behind the wheel, so you wanna do it? C'mon, man, let's do it!"

Nathan's excitement was infectious but Lucas laughed at him straight up. "Are you kidding, Nate? No way! You're outta your mind!"

"I know, right? C'mon!"

"Forget it! We don't have our driver's licenses anymore. Deb took those away too, remember?"

"So what?"

"So if we get caught or we dent that car in any way—"

"We're dead, Luke, I get it, now are you in?" When Lucas gazed at him with amusement but still refused to agree to take it for a joyride, Nathan pointed out the window. "Come on, Bro! Look at that car! Why do you think you live here now if it's not to do crazy shit like this with me? This is what close brothers do, isn't it?"

That turned the tide just as Nathan knew it would. Lucas chewed his lower lip for only a second before he kicked his conscience to the curb and allowed his eyes to shine with the anticipation of a new adventure.

"Fine, you maniac, you win, but how're we gonna get the keys from Dad?"

"Don't need to," Nathan bragged. He went to his desk, opened the top drawer and removed them, dangling them aloft. "I got 'em right here. Stole 'em from Dad's room after he fell asleep early for once, which means there's nothing stopping us now. Are you really gonna do this with me?"

Lucas snatched the keys from him with a grin and stuffed them into the right front pocket of his jeans. "Hell yeah! Let's go!"