Skillz and Bevin got into the hot tub and held hands. "Hey, babe, will you hand me that magazine?"

"Sure Bev." He handed her a magazine.

She smiled. Then Nathan came out with Haley and sat in the hot tub. "Hey guys," Haley said as she slowly got in the tub.

"Hey," they both replied.

"Man, did you see Brooke this morning? She was totally hung over. It was just sad," Bevin said as she read the magazine.

Haley laughed a little bit. "Yeah, well that's Brooke," she said. She was one of Brooke's best friends; obviously she wasn't going to talk behind her back. Or anything bad, anytime.

"Can you imagine her when she was in California? That country is like, party central," Bevin said stupidly.

Haley burst out laughing and Skillz looked at Bevin with curiosity in his eyes. Nathan did nothing, except looked back, when he visited California that summer with his family. And the party he went to. Who was that girl? That girl he fell for in just one night, the girl he slept with when he was drunk. The girl who wore a pink shirt, with a pink bra. The girl who he called his 'chica'. The girl who gave him the best he's ever had, well before Haley. Oh crap.

"Lucas, can you come upstairs with me for a bit?" Brooke asked him as she stuck out her hand for him to grab.

He nodded and grabbed her hand. She pulled him upstairs and sat on her bed. "What's up Brooke?" he asked as he sat down. "I mean, how are you feeling and all?"

Brooke smiled. "So, how'd you get the shiner?"

"No reason," he said as he raised his hand to his eye. It kind of hurt, but it really itched. He didn't need to tell Brooke why or how he got this black eye. She had enough problems. He looked up and saw Brooke staring him down. "Seriously, nothing happened."

Brooke crawled to the other side of the bed where Lucas was. She was three inches away from him now. "What if I—" She cut herself off by kissing his eye gently. "Will you tell me now?" she whispered in his ear.

Lucas laughed and tilted his head back. "No, I won't."

"Lucas!" she screeched. "Please tell me! I really, really want to know!"

He laughed some more. "Fine, but you can't get mad."

Brooke raised her right hand. "Scout's honor," she said with a small smile.

"Vince did this last night. He got mad because 'I don't deserve you'. And I don't even know how he got there. I mean, we aren't dating or anything like that," Lucas said. He looked down and then back at Brooke. "By the way, he says bye, and that he's sorry."

Brooke's eyes widened. "Oh, now I know what happened between us!" She had finally got it. She had screamed out that she loved Lucas. Right to Vince. Oh crap.

"What happened?"

Brooke moved back. "Well um, it's just, I told him something. Something I shouldn't have said right to his face," she said.

"What did you tell him?" Lucas asked curiously.

"That I love you," Brooke muttered.

Okay, Lucas already knew that, and yes, he liked her too. But love? That was a huge step. Sure, Lucas had loved Peyton, but that love disappeared. And now Brooke loved him. Lucas swallowed. He tried to say something like, 'Oh', or 'I like you too'. But nothing came out of him mouth.

Brooke felt like crying. Lucas hadn't even said anything, not even, 'Oh', or 'I love you', or even 'I like you'. But he said nothing. A tear did fall out of her eye, and maybe others fell out too. Maybe about twenty fell out of her eye and maybe she left the room and slammed the door.

"Brooke, where are you going?" Haley asked as she ran after Brooke who was running towards the small car that she had stashed in the garage. "Seriously, Brooke," she stated. Haley could see the tears dropping off of Brooke's jaw line.

She started the car and waved. Brooke smiled and pretended like everything was okay. Maybe then Haley will think that's she's okay. Haley will never have to know that Brooke had a three six pack beers in the backseat.

Haley rushed back into the house frantically looking for Peyton or even Nathan. "Haley, what's the matter?" Mouth asked worriedly. He knew that face before, and he knew that it meant that she was really upset or worried.

Haley didn't look Mouth in the eye. She kept looking around, but she was standing in one spot. "Um, Brooke, she left in tears. I'm really worried about her. Where's Nathan?" she asked.

Mouth looked down. He honestly thought that he knew why Brooke was upset. Her brother. Brooke had just told him about her brother, and now she's crying. "I think I know," he muttered.

"What?" Haley asked.

Everyone was now gathered in the kitchen. They were either sitting down on a chair from the table, or sitting on the cupboards. "So, on the ride here, Brooke looked at this year book, and there was this picture," Mouth started. He ran to get the year book and held it closed on his chest. "Well, um, I'm not supposed to be telling you this, but—"

"C'mon Mouth, we need to know why Brooke left in tears," Jake said.

"Well, okay, fine, but you can't tell her I told you." Everyone nodded. Mouth opened to the page of Brooke's brother. "This picture is of Anthony Davis. He's her brother," Mouth said.

Nathan remembered. He talked to a guy named Anthony at that party.

"Well he was her brother," Mouth said putting emphasis on the word 'was'.

Peyton narrowed her eyes and jumped off of the cupboard. "So you're saying that he—"

"Yep, he died. Car crash, that's the real reason she came back. So I'm thinking she was just remembering him and she needed to leave," he said.

"I think I should go and find her," Haley said.

Nathan stopped her. "No, let me, I mean, it's my turn to pay for gas so I'll just do it on the way," he said even though it was a lie. He needed to talk to Brooke. Not just about the night/morning they spent together, but about her brother, and if she was alright. Nathan really wanted to be there for Brooke. As a great friend.

Haley nodded and kissed his cheek. "Be careful," she whispered.

Nathan ran to the car and sped off. The first place – or the only place he'd look was the highway near the forest. If he saw a car parked, he'd know it was Brooke. He saw a blue buggy with a black hood parked at the side of the road. Nathan parked the car behind it and looked inside it. There was no Brooke, but there were a couple of clothes in the front seat.

He looked around in the trees. "Brooke?!" he shouted into them. Nathan put his hands around his mouth. "Brooke Davis!" he shouted once more. He started walking into the trees. "Brooke, its Nathan! Can you scream back?!" No one answered. "Brooke!" Still no answer. He went deeper into the trees until he found a body. "Oh Jesus Christ," he muttered as he ran towards Brooke's half naked body. She was lying still and around her were bottles of beers, about twelve, plus one in her hand.

Brooke groaned. Nathan made her sit up. Then he realized that he had forgotten that it was freezing outside, and she only had a tank top and underwear on. And it wasn't even full underwear. She was wearing a pink thong. "Nate?" she said weakly.

"Yeah, it's me. Stay awake okay? Let me just get something," he said. Nathan got up after he had set Brooke down leaning on a log. He took out his phone for light.

He started to leave to go to the car so he could get Brooke's clothes. But then he heard her shiver. "Nate, don't, don't leave m—me. I'm r—r—really cold, and it's re—really dark," she muttered.

He sighed and texted Haley. 'I found her. I think we ll b here 4 a while.'

Nathan sat next to her and put his arm around her shoulders. "Oh, wow, you are cold. Here," he said as he took off his sweater and gave it to her once more. Then he realized that she had no pants on and just a thong on. "Here," he said again. Nathan took of his sweat pants remembering that he had his basketball shorts on under.

He slid his sweater on her upper half as Brooke's eyes her closing. She was scooting lower down so that her head rested on the wooden log. Her hands were clasped together and held in front of her chest, she was shivering. Nathan sighed, but it wasn't 'I'm annoyed' sigh, it was an 'I wish she was alright' sigh. Carefully, he lifting one leg up a little and slowly slid on one pant leg of his sweat pants.

"That was Nathan," Haley said as she closed her phone and walked into the living room. "He found Brooke, but they might be there for a while he said."

Lucas sighed and stared into the fire. "Do you think she's okay?" he asked. Okay, so Mouth had told them the story of her dead brother and said maybe she was thinking about him so that's why she was crying, but Lucas knew he was wrong. Lucas knew that Brooke was out crying because of him. Because he didn't say that he loved or even liked her back.

Nathan sat down next to Brooke again and tried to warm her up by rubbing her arm. His arm was over her shoulders again. Brooke opened her eyes a little and looked up at Nathan. "You know, I remember that night," she whispered.

His eyes widened. "What night?" he asked stupidly.

She laughed a little. "The n—night in California. We ha—had a party and you sho—showed up. We talked, and k—kissed, and I led you up—up to my bedroom. We had sex, Nate. You w—were like, the best I ha—have had," she said drunkenly.

"Oh, yeah, I, uh, yeah," Nathan said awkwardly.

Brooke laughed again. Nathan started shivering now. "I think w—we sh—should leave. You—you're getting c—cold."

"Alright, I'll help you up," Nathan said as he got up. He put his hands under Brooke's arms and used his muscles to lift her up.

"Wow, you have big muscles," Brooke said in a kid tone as he held his muscles with both hands. She was feeling warmer now, so she wasn't shivering or stuttering. She stuck her tongue as she was poking his muscles. "C'mon Superstar. Let's get driving!" she shouted.

They got in the car and Brooke was halfway asleep again. "Hey Brooke, why'd you even leave today?" he asked.

"Because I told Lucas that I loved him and he said nothing back," Brooke answered quickly. She put on the radio and started dancing in her seat. She started singing the song, I Wanna Go Crazy.

Nathan was shocked. Why wouldn't Lucas say it back? He really, really liked her. Especially because it was Brooke. She was hot. Lucas is a class ass.