Hey guys! :) here it is, chapter four! I hope you guys will keep reviewing because you don't know how much reading your reviews mean to me!

Oh and if you have a hard time picturing James Brody.. just picture Felix from season two.

I already have ideas for the pairings but they haven't been finalized just yet.. so if u have any ideas feel free to msg me!

The party is divided into two chapters because otherwise it would be too long.

Enjoy!

ps: ive made two videos about this fanfiction. You can see it on my youtube channel : /buttonsandsuch


Brooke awoke to the sound of her cell phone.

She squinted her eyes a few times, before finally adjusting to the bright light coming from her window.

She grabbed her phone from her bedside table and took a look.

1 new message.

She pressed the open button.

Brookie, Clark's car broke down, Jake's leaving with Luke, and I'm not going to school. You better call up Nate. –deanster

"Great", Brooke muttered.

She got up and made her way to the bathroom that was conveniently in her room.

She loved her room.

It had soft blush pink coloured walls and a cream carpet.

Most of her decor were white with little hints of gold.

On the left side of her bed was a wall with all of her cheer trophies, as well as endless of frames grazing the photo's of her and her seven best friends, and next to one of the trophies, was Bean.

She got the teddy bear from Nathan when she was ten.

They had all gone to the night fair but Brooke couldn't go since she had the chicken pox.

So the next day Nate came over and gave her the teddy. He had won it for Brooke.

Bean was now smelly and dirty but she didn't care.

It sat proudly on her shelf, with her cute pink ballerina skirt.

She didn't mind that her friends always told her she was stuck in Barbie mode. The truth was she'd evolved.

The room used to be hot pink.

Now she had felt that she'd slightly matured.

She took a quick shower and went back to her cell phone.

She dialled the number which she knew by heart.

She waited for a few seconds before she finally heard a click.

"…B", the voice answered briefly.

The voice raspy.

"Did you just wake up Natie?"

She heard a tumble, before finally an answer.

"Nope, wat up B?"

Brooke sighed.

She could totally picture Nathan.

Wearing his favourite green boxers, now walking around his room, coffee mug in one hand ofcourse.

Nate always woke up to an already made coffee put conveniently next to his bed by the house keeper.

"Dean's not going to school today", she said finally.

"Yeah I know. He told me last night. Said he had something to do"

"Vague much?", she responded.

She heard a small laugh from the other line.

"Anyways, CK's car broke down, Jake's hitching a ride with Luke, and I'm stuck with you"

"Okay, just give me ten."

Brooke smiled and was ready to hang up when Nathan stopped her.

"…Oh and B"

"Yeah?"

"Don't wear one of those skimpy outfits today k?"

Click.

Brooke smiled.

God she loved her guys.


Lucas hated Wednesdays, although for some reason today seemed to fly by.

Fourth and fifth period was canceled due to a school board meeting, but it still didn't make Wednesdays any better for Lucas.

First, because it was flat bent in the middle of the week, so he still had two awful long days to go before weekends could greet him, and second, because it was what Haley, Brooke and Peyton proclaimed as Save the Dean day.

Every Wednesday, after school, the girls would go over to Dean's and try to clean whatever mess he left in his 'so called' apartment.

They just couldn't bare seeing their friend live in such a miserable condition, especially when Peyton found a fungus infected cheese in his room, which he said was fine.

"What is it doing in your room?"

Dean shrugged.

"I cut out the bad parts and just ate the rest"

Peyton almost fainted.

That's where Luke comes in. He and the guys would go to the nearest supermarket and would have to overlook Dean's grocery shopping.

It was a complete drag, and totally unnecessary.

It's not like Dean is eight, and the boys found it totally humiliating walking in fives trying to figure out which cereal Dean should have the next morning.

Not to mention the occasional aisle slip Nathan finds him self in several, several times.

Dean just found it amusing looking at his friends. Jake would meticulously check the prices of each item to make sure that it wasn't too expensive for Dean to pay.

Once Clark walked back with a pack of crisps that was twenty cents more expensive than the ones they had bought last time and he yelled right in the middle of aisle three, organics.

"Dude! Dean's a lifeguard! A shitty one at that! What do you expect him to pay it with? His ass?"

Jake was of course, in the middle of his break up with Summer.

But this week it seemed like the Gods had answered Luke's prayers.

They arrived to find what was a decent place to live.

No boxers near the T.V, no smell of take outs gone bad, none of the trash flooding the floor.

And most importantly, a grocery bag neatly put on top of the kitchen table.

It took Haley ten seconds to register before she could say anything.

"Wow".

"What happened to the Deanster's pad?" Jake asked, examining the entire room before moving on to the kitchen.

"Well, I thought I'd save you guys the trouble today."

"Dude you stayed at home for this?", Nathan asked.

Dean gave him an accomplished smile.

Brooke immediately went to check on the grocery bag.

"Did you buy junk? Because if you did…"

"I didn't,"

Brooke found pastas, cereals, some chips, bread, eggs, and even lettuce.

"Oh baby..", she said looking up. "You outdid your self!"

She went to her best friend and gave him a big hug.

"Okay from now on we should make Wednesdays Clean Clark's room day"

"Hey! What's wrong with my room?"

Brooke kinked her eyebrows in response.

"Okay… so it's a little messy,"

Nathan laughed and joined Lucas on the couch.

He fiddled with the zipper of his letterman jacket, which had a scribble on it.

He looked closer and saw a B.D on it.

Brooke Davis.

"Brooke since when does my letterman jacket have your initials written in permanent marker on the zipper?"

Brooke shrugged.

"I don't know. Ages?"

"What? Girls are gonna think I have the hots for you or something!"

"Oh don't be so paranoid! All the guys have it!"

Clark looked up.

"Even me?"

"Yes even you Clarky dear"

"On my jersey?"

"Yeah! Right on the corner of your numbers"

"What the.. Brooke no wonder Rachel was so paranoid about you and me!"

"Well, what can I say, I like to claim my boys"

Clark sank back in his seat.

He looked over to Dean who was sitting across from him.

"You knew about this?"

Dean stared blankly at him.

"Dude, unlike you and Nathan, I do my own laundry. Of course I know".


Thursday passed as quickly as it could, spent with football, basketball, and cheer practice.

It was Friday in no time, and the girls were over at Brooke's, although Brooke's room seemed more like a child care centre.

There were clothes strewn everywhere, music blaring loud, and make up scattered all over the floor.

The girls were trying to get ready for Tim's party as quickly as they could, seeing as the boys have been waiting impatiently for the last two hours.

But it was hard with them yelling and coming upstairs every ten minutes to check on them.

The girls couldn't comment of course, since it was their fault.

They told the boys that they would be ready by seven, which the boys took as a code for eight.

They came by at eight and found the girls in their PJ's, eating ice cream while watching Pretty Woman.

It wouldn't be such a big deal given any other circumstances, but Tim was a close friend of theirs, and the guys felt bad for abandoning him and leaving him to maim

the ship him self.

"Argh! They're back!", Brooke yelled as soon as she heard footsteps approaching the door. She ran to the bathroom and closed the door, resulting into Peyton and

Haley panicking to pretend they're almost done.

Nathan opened the door without knocking and looked at the girls.

"We're gonna leave",

"But Nateeee…..", Haley started

"No way Hales, its either five minutes, or we leave without you",

And then he was gone.

Leaving the girls to run around the room in an attempt to look 'decent'.


Decent was an understatement. The girls looked hot.

Brooke was wearing a black tank paired with her favourite denim skirt that showed off her nice toned legs.

Haley ended up wearing one of Lucas's oversized shirt, that she wore as a dress, a very short dress.

While Peyton ended up with one of Brooke's hot pants, that were too short for her, making them even hotter, and paired them up with a tight rolling stones vintage tee.

Tim's house was packed with kids from tree hill high, ranging from the jocks, to the skaters, and Brooke even noticed some of the quite girls from her calculus class.

The stereo was blazing some random Hip hop song that kids were dancing to, and already the front porch was spilled with beer and other booze.

As the teens made their way inside people couldn't help but stop and stare.

Tim, who was dancing with Bevin, stopped to greet his friends.

"Hey man!" he said as he hugged each and every one of them.

He would never admit it, but there was a huge part of Tim that was proud to be their friend.

"Dude, we're so sorry", Jake said, "As usual, the girls.." Peyton hit his arm to stop him from continuing his sentence, "Anyways, we're here right! That's what matters"

Tim smiled at the blonde and hugged her, "Sure thing , come on", he said leading them inside "Now the party has truly begun".

Brooke spotted James Brody drinking with the rest of the football team in the terrace.

"No wonder someone took twice as long getting ready today", Haley said, reading her friend's mind.

Brooke smiled. "I'm gonna go over there"

Brooke put down her drink, and ran her hands through her hair.

"How do I look girlies?", she asked her friends.

"Brookie, you know the answer" Peyton said.

Brooke smiled and got her empty cup from the table.

"Hey", Haley stopped her. "Remember B, Clark is there, so don't get too flirty kay? You know how he gets whenever we…" "Yeah yeah, don't worry",

She made her way through the room, stopping for a second to dance with Bevin, Rachel and Marissa.

She knew that James was probably watching her right now, so attempted her sexiest dance yet.

"James huh Brooke?", Marissa asked.

Brooke only answered by raising her eyebrows and pulling Marissa closer to do a dirty dance.

Outside, James, Clark, Dean and most of the guys from the football team were watching the girls dance.

It was obvious to both Clark and Dean that James seriously had the hots for Brooke.

It's not that Clark really minds.

James was a pretty decent guy, it's just that he's not decent enough for Brooke.

Clark knows Brooke too well. She always looked so strong from the outside,

But he knows how damaged she was after she caught Toby Jackson cheating on her.

He and the guys were over at her place everyday, trying to mend the pieces.

Sometimes he would even sleep on her floor, waking up at three in the morning to find her sobbing on the pillow.

That was the day he promised him self he would never let anyone hurt Brooke, Haley or Peyton.

It was the day he realised that seeing her cry was one of the worst things he could ever see.


Peyton always hated the third hour that she and her friends would get to a party.

It was around the time that she would never be able to find any of them.

Haley would be graciously flirting with the guys, Brooke would be drunk, and she did not even want to think about what the guys were up to.

She walked out of Tim's beach house and continued along his patio until sand was in sight.

Surprisingly, she found Nathan sitting all by him self.

"Penny for your thoughts?",

Nathan looked up.

"Hey Peewee... How's the party?"

Peyton took off her flats and sat next to him.

"You know…"

Nathan stared back at the ocean.

"Yeah"

The sky was clear.

The sort of clear that you wouldn't usually see and the silence gave Nathan a high.

He wasn't sure whether it was that, or the alcohol kicking in, but he felt like he could think straight for the first time.

He loved Tree Hill.

Loved everything about it.

Especially his friends.

But there were times when he felt like there was a piece of him missing.

A void.

Something that even his friends couldn't fill.

He kicked the sand off his shoes and stared into the dark vastness.

"I miss my mom", he said out of the blue.

Peyton turned to face him.

She was used to hearing him say that from time to time.

Nathan's mom died of cancer when he was just eight.

It was such a painful period for all of them, mostly because they didn't understand.

Nathan started playing basketball everyday that year, and he would sometimes cry when he came home to find his house empty.

His dad would leave him with the nanny and a house keeper.

But to him it was simple.

He was left alone.

He lost both parents that year.

"I know you do", she answered.

Peyton threw her arms around her friend, and there they sat.

Silently.

Just gazing at the sky, and the rustle of the ocean waves.


"Brooke, stop drinking already"

Brooke turned around to find her handsome tall blonde haired friend staring back at her.

"Luke", she slurred. "Why aren't you sleeping with one of my squad?"

She took another gulp and spilled some on his shirt.

"You're drunk".

"Oh my God I know!" she put her arms around his shoulders, "When did you get so tall?"

Lucas escorted his friend off the dance floor and into the couch.

"Lets get you home"

"No way! Please lucas pleaaaazeeee, I wanna dance with that girl there!"

"Who?"

"I don't know…. That girl!", she pointed at Marissa who just stared back, looking confused.

"You mean Marissa?"

"Yessss Marissa! D'ohhh… She goes to our school silly! She's in my squad! You hooked up with her once remember?"

Lucas laughed and gave Marissa an apologetic look, who just smiled back.

It reminded him of the fact that he never did call the pretty blonde back.

He made a mental note to call her asap.

He grabbed the cup from Brooke's hands and gave them to Tim.

"I'm not the one who's forgetting things here"

"I want my Haleyyy…"

"Brooke come on.."

"Haley first! Then I'll go home!"

Lucas sighed, and looked around the room to find Haley.


Yay so there it was! :)

Personally it's not my favourite.. i dont know why but i found it so hard writing this chapter... major writer's block!

But i hope you guys'll bear with me... im getting to the good part!

pls review! xxxx