'Come on Peyton you have to admit you were a little rude. What's he done to you?' Mark asked calmly, wanting to get to the bottom of Peyton's rudeness. She sniggered, pushing open her apartment door and storming inside. 'Will you just talk to me'

'You know it wouldn't harm you to take my side. He wasn't exactly nice to me either'

'I don't really blame the poor guy after everything you were saying. Why don't you like him?'

'I don't not like him' She moaned through gritted teeth.

'Well you certainly gave the impression that you disliked him' He sighed, pondering her weird behaviour. She slumped onto the dark brown sofa, irritably bending over and attempting to unbuckle the clasps on her heels but her foul temper was hindering her from accomplishing the simple task. 'Hey' He cooed, crouching down in front of her, his fingers brushing down her legs before taking over and effortlessly removing her black heels. 'There'

'Thanks' She took a shaky breath, reluctantly meeting his penetrating gaze.

'What's going on in that complicated head of yours?' He smiled slightly, running his hands over her thighs before settling them either side of her. 'Talk to me Peyton'

'Nothing, ok?' He looked at her sceptically.

'Darling-'

'I said nothing, I'm fine' She snapped, hastily standing and distancing herself from his fussing. Mark sighed, slowly getting to his feet and sitting down despondently on the vacant sofa, silently watching his broody girlfriend, waiting for her to open up to him.

'Well I think I'm going to go to bed then' He stated quietly when it became obvious that she wasn't going to talk. She stubbornly kept her back to him, not reacting to his glum statement. She listened to his heavy footsteps traipse down the small hall to her room before she came to her senses and realised how pathetic she was acting. She brusquely turned around with the intention to go after him and apologise but the sudden heavy pounding at the door, followed by a few drunken shouts of her name prevented her from reaching her destination. She groaned irritably, walking to the door and unlatching the lock.

'P Sawyer. Hiii' Brooke chimed, stumbling through the open door, falling into Peyton's unprepared arms. She speedily grabbed a hold of the intoxicated girl, steadying her, whilst warily eying up the conspicuous, muscular stranger that was standing close behind her.

'Brooke?' She tilted her best friend's chin up, looking into her hazel eyes to check out the damage.

'Peyton! I missed you' Peyton couldn't help but chuckle at the sincerity of her statement.

'God what have you been drinking?'

'Owen this is my bestest friend in the whole wide world' Brooke chirped.

'I think it's a combination of shots and wine' The stranger answered Peyton's previous question.

'He named my shot the Brooke Davis' Brooke said excitedly.

'No, you named it the Brooke Davis' He smirked, rolling his eyes and shooting a confused Peyton a small smile before introducing himself. 'I'm Owen, I work at club Les étoiles. Your friend got a little drunk and I didn't like to let her walk back by herself'

'Well thanks for bringing her home safe' She smiled thankfully at him.

'That's alright, she just needs to sleep it off I think'

'Yeah' She affectionately brushed Brooke's hair out of her face.

'Don't you think she's the beautifulist?' Brooke blindly cupped Peyton's face,

'O-k. Let's get you to bed Missy'

'Well I hope to see you again Brooke Davis, hopefully on more sober terms' Owen winked at Peyton before leaving them to it.

'Thanks again' Peyton waved him off before safely shutting the door.

'I thinks I'm in love P.Sawyer. Isn't he soooo hot?' Brooke dropped her head onto the blonde's shoulder. 'So freaking hot'

A small laugh escaped Peyton's perfect rose bud lips. 'He's alright' She smirked, tightly holding onto Brooke as she guided her to her room. 'But seriously B Davis he could've been a freaking psycho, you're not to walk home with strangers. Why didn't you just get a cab with Caitlin?' She lectured.

'Caitlin went early cause she has to get up for works early. It's fi-ne. It's all fi-ne' Brooke staggered into her room, collapsing unceremoniously onto her bed.

'Yeah you won't be saying that tomorrow when you have a pounding headache' Peyton rambled to herself, pulling Brooke's shoes off and opening a draw to find her drowsy friends pyjamas. 'Although I'd much rather be suffering a hang over than a pissed off boyfriend' She huffed, returning to the bed and rolling Brooke over, beginning to undo her shirt.

'Hi'

'Hi' Peyton's frown softened.

'Did Markus kick Luke's ass for you P?' She mumbled deliriously.

'No, News flash, Mark loves Lucas Scott'

'Markus is gay?' Brooke sat up sharply. 'No freaking way' Peyton smiled, shaking her head as she helped her with her pyjamas 'Everything's spinning' Peyton gently laid her back down. 'Everyone loves Luke' Brooke muttered. 'You love Luke' Peyton's wide green eyes darted to Brooke's closed lids.

'What did you just say?' She prodded her several times. 'Brooke wake up…Brooke.. Urgh' She groaned, carefully pulling the bed covers over the lifeless brunette before quietly retreating to her room.

Mark was laying wide awake, awaiting his girlfriend. When she finally entered her room she looked a little frazzled to say the least. He shuffled up in her bed. 'Are you ok?'

'Brooke got home a while ago-'

'I heard' He offered her a small smile. He really did adore the young designer and Peyton's loyalty toward her best friend only made him love her that much more.

'She's a little bit worse for wear.' She sat down on the edge of the bed. 'Can you-' She gestured to the silver chain round her neck and he wordlessly shuffled closer, undoing her necklace and setting it down on her bedside table before running his hands over her rigid shoulders trying to soothe her tense back.

'I'm sorry I was such a bitch earlier' Peyton sighed.

'I just want you to tell me what the problem is? Did he say something out of line to you at the engagement party?'

'No, I was just in a bad mood'. She tilted her head to the side, eyes closed.

'Really? Cause you seemed to be firing venom at him all night. I never knew you could be so…feisty.' He smirked slightly, trailing his lips along the back of her neck and shoulder. 'He's really not that bad, you should give him a chance. I like the guy'.

'Can we just not talk about him right now' She turned around, seductively lacing her hands around his neck before forcing her lips to his, wanting nothing more than to forget their evening. He willingly obliged, forgetting their discussion and hastily shifting her so he was hovering directly over her, his eager hands running up and down her legs.

'Peyton' Brooke's distinctive voice sounded.

'You've got to be kidding me' Mark groaned into her neck.

'Peyton'

Peyton closed her eyes, wondering if her best friend would take the hint and get herself back to bed, a thump on the door suggested not. She sighed. 'I should go see if she's ok'

'No, she's fine' He whispered desperately, pressing his lips to hers. A fumbling at the door handle soon disturbed the couple.

'P Sawyer' Brooke demanded, seconds later the door finally swung open.

'What is it Brooke?' Peyton asked calmly, gently easing herself out from underneath a frustrated Mark.

'Are you busy?' She flipped the light on.

'We were getting busy' Mark grumbled underneath his breath

'I feel sick' Brooke announced, drearily approaching the bed.

'Ok well-' Peyton only managed to get half way out of the bed when the intoxicated brunette threw up in the middle of her room.

'Nice' Mark grunted in disgust.

'I don't feel good'

Peyton rubbed her back. 'Uh I know sweetie'

'A little too much to drink Davis?' Mark taunted.

'Markus is being mean, tell him off'

'He's just joking around'

'I'm not'

'Mar-k' Brooke whined childishly. 'Peyton tell him'

'Mar-k' Peyton imitated. 'Be nice'

'I'm sorry. You know I love you really Davis' he smiled at her as she clambered onto Peyton's bed, settling herself under the dark red covers.

'Some evening' Peyton grumbled to herself, disappearing to go find some cleaning products, getting the feeling she wasn't going to get a whole lot of sleep with Brooke in her bed along with her boyfriend and not to mention her head spinning furiously with thoughts of a certain blonde, blue eyed man.