The loud music filled the club, women in barely-there attire pranced around and dancing provocatively, men either watching from the sidelines or chatting up women they believed were in their league. As for Nathan and Brooke, they were planted at the bar, dropping money on drinks.

"To the BEST summer ever!" Brooke yelled out, slightly slurred, as she threw back a shot of tequila, making a pinched face from the slow, burning sensation in her throat. Nathan showed the same expression, laughing uncontrollably from the craziness of their actions, "God, Brooke, this is ridiculous!"

"Oh, don't be silly. Would you rather be in Tree Hill right at this moment, moping around over your girlfriend OR," signaling the bartender for more shots, "having some fun with me?" A flirtatious smile crept on her face and Nathan smiled back at her. Brooke Davis was probably the sexiest person he's ever met, but for the first time, he was attracted to her, even if it was mostly the alcohol. The bartender handed their drinks and they took the shots once again.

"Whoo!" Brooke let out, as she stood up and grabbed Nathan's hand, "Come on, Clyde, let's tear up the dance floor."

"Uh," Nathan stood up, only slightly resisting, "I can't really dance…"

"Who said you were the one doing all the work?" Again, the sexy smile was on her face, and Nathan succumbed to it. They found their way to the packed dance floor and Nathan watched as she led the way, her dress was flirting its way higher up, and Nathan bit his lip. Brooke turned around and started to dance in front of him, swaying her head to the music, her hair all over her face. God, she's sexy… he thought. He watched her as she girated against him, her rear-end pressed against his pelvis. He lost himself to the music and the guilty pleasure he was receiving from his friend. Brooke closed her eyes as she danced, unaware of the fact that Nathan had given in to her flirtatious ways.

The smell of her hair, the taste of her skin, the way her body pressed up against him was more than he could take. He wanted her so badly he could barely contain himself. He ran his hands up her legs, slowly finding its way to her thighs…"That feels so good." She said in a soft whisper.

"Ah, I can't wait any longer…" He began to take off her clothes when the sound of a cellphone rang. "Ignore it." He said to her, kissing her neck. The phone stopped, and rang again, the sound piercing her ears, enough to push him off of her, "Hello?"

"Hey Peyton, it's Jake. I hope you're not busy."

"Hey, Jake," She looked over at Lucas, laying down next to her, disappointment plastered all over his face, "It's cool. What's up?"

"I kinda need a babysitter for a couple of hours. I need to go to the store to grab a few things and I don't wanna wake the baby. It already took me a while to put her to sleep."

"Oh."

"But if you're busy, don't worry about it."

"Jake, don't be ridiculous. I'll be right over." Lucas's face showed disapproval as well, but faded away when Peyton hung up the phone and started to put her clothes on again. "Wanna come with me, Luke?"

"Nah," Lucas sat up, straightening his own shirt, "Go ahead, I'm gonna go see my mom at the café." Peyton sensed a little anger in him, "Lucas, don't be mad."

"I'm not mad," He stood up and kissed her forehead, "Just don't forget about me."

"Haha, I'm babysitting Jenny for a couple hours. Wanna meet me at my place later?"

"Sure." He smiled and walked out the door. He searched his pockets for his phone and retrieved it, scrolling through it to find Nathan's name. "Hey, it's Nathan, leave me a message."

Lucas sighed, "Hey Nate, it's me. Where are you, man? Haven't seen you around in a while. Give me a call when you get this. Just wanna make sure you're doing okay." He hung up and made his way towards his mom's café.

Her head pounded as she clutched the pillow on top of it, hoping it would go away. The sun was shining brightly through the window and silence engulfed the room. She groaned, trying her best to take a look around without adding to the headache she already had. She found herself naked and she quickly scanned the room. Next to her was Nathan, topless with a blanket covering his lower half. Oh god, I don't even wanna know… she sat up, pressing her hand to her head to try and relieve the pain. Nathan slowly woke up and met Brooke's eyes, "Hey you."

"Uh, hi." She answered, "Nathan, did we—"

Nathan looked confused, "I don't—" he blinked his eyes a few times adjusting to the sunlight, "I don't really remember."

"How could you not remember!?" She said loudly, in a panicked manner, "Oh, ew, I can-NOT believe I slept with you."

"Wait. Ew? Thanks, I guess."

"First of all, EW! And second, maybe we DIDN'T have sex because I'm a pretty memorable person." She stood up, covering herself with a blanket, and made her way to the bathroom. As she made her way, stepping on clothes and kicking them off to the side, a plastic condom wrapper laid just at the edge of the bottom of the bed, opened with no condom inside. She squinted her eyes and it suddenly widened when it became evidence, "Ah!" She ran in the bathroom and shut the door.

"Hey you." Peyton greeted Jake as he let her in, "Where is she?"

"She's in the living room." Jake was speaking quietly, "Thanks for coming, Peyton. I really appreciate it."

"Oh, no worries," She walked over to the crib to admire the sleeping Jenny, "I'm happy to do it."

Jake smiled in gratitude, "I'm gonna go to the store and get some diapers, food, and all that. I'll be back as soon as I can." Peyton nodded as Jake walked out the door.

The drive was quiet up until Nathan was an hour away from Vegas. He glanced at Brooke next to him, a scowl on her face, still angry at the events that preceded this morning.

Flashback

Nathan snaked his hands up Brooke's sides as they hungrily kissed each other inside the hotel room. He shut the door behind him by kicking it and wasted no time taking off his shirt. Brooke lunged at his lips again, tasting alcohol at the same time. Nathan's hands found its way on her shoulder straps and slowly pulled it down, kissing her neck and shoulders. She grabbed the top of his pants and led him to the bedroom, falling on the bed, with him right on top of her. They rid each other of their clothing and found the center of the bed.

"Wait, wait," Brooke stopped him suddenly. She crawled to the end of the bed, in search of her purse, pulling out a condom. Nathan laughed at her, "You carry condoms around? Did you expect this to happen or what?"

Brooke tossed it at him, "You wanna do this or not?" Nathan ripped it open and tossed the wrapper on the floor. At that moment, Nathan found her lips once again and they were lost in each other's touch.

End flashback

"I cannot be-LIEVE this happened!" Brooke suddenly shouted in frustration, interrupting the silence in the car.

"We were drunk-"

"So not the point!"

"Look, it's not like we're gonna do it again, so relax."

"Relax? I am STUCK—" Brooke adjusted herself in the seat, facing Nathan, "with YOU all summer and you want ME to relax?"

Nathan shook his head, "I don't understand why you're mad. This trip was your idea! If you wanna go back to Tree Hill, RIGHT NOW, I will gladly turn this car around and we can go back to you pining for Lucas while he continues to have sex with Peyton. How does that sound?"

Brooke looked shocked, "Whatever!" She faced the front, "Just drive and don't talk to me."

Nathan wanted to laugh at the situation. He wanted to laugh even more that Brooke, of all people, was taking this so seriously. He glanced at her again, the sun hitting her face just right, her chocolate brown hair tied in a ponytail, battling the heat of summer. He knew she was gorgeous, it was something he never denied, but he never saw Brooke any more than a friend. Even that made him wonder. But despite Haley being his girlfriend, or whoever she is right now, he was fighting another feeling.

"I lied." Nathan said.

Brooke kept her eyes facing forward, "About what?"

"About not remembering if we slept together."

She looked confused, but refused to face him. "So what's your point?"

"My point is…" He wanted to say that he enjoyed it, not just as another romp in the sack, but it was the first time he'd ever felt anything. But he didn't. "Whatever happened, already did. So let's just look forward to L.A."