I was cleaning the bedroom, when I heard the door open. Muffled voices filled the apartment, Nathan, and a woman. I couldn't recognize her voice so I tried to listen harder.

"Look, I can't help you with this," He told her frustrated.

"You are the only one who can help me. I need to find him," the woman said.

"No, you don't. Stop trying to force me into a corner, Peyton." So the woman was Peyton, begging my husband for something.

"Look, how would Haley and all your precious friends feel if they knew the truth." It sounded like she was blackmailing him for something.

"You can't, you swore you wouldn't tell them." He sounded scared; I only ever heard him this way once before.

"Yes, Nathan I can. I'm the bad girl, and I'm not afraid to be the outcast again. Tell me where he is."

"He went to prison." I wish they would say whom they were talking about so I could find out what it was that Nathan didn't want us to know.

"What? Who should I go to?"

"I don't know, why don't you forget and try to sober up."

"You haven't been out of the scene for that long Nate. I know you know someone for me to see."

"Peyton, I've been out of the game for a while. I just got drafted to the Lakers, my wife is pregnant, and I refuse to help you find him."

"Nathan, I thought we could trust each other. I thought you and I had an understanding, but I guess I was wrong." I heard the door slam shut and him scream "DAMN-IT!"

"Hey sweetie," I said coming out of the bedroom. He was sitting on the couch with his head in his hands, almost like he was crying. I wrapped my arms around him, happy to see him. I really wanted to know what they were talking about, but I didn't want to pry.

"I didn't know you were home," He said slighty concerned that I heard the whole conversation.

"Yeah, I was taking a nap. You screamed, and woke me up, was someone here with you?" I was hoping he would open up to me.

"Yeah, Peyton was here."

"Oh, that's nice." We left it at that, he didn't want to tell me and I didn't want to ask. He kept it secret for a reason, and I loved him for not trying to hurt me.

A little later that night, Lucas picked me up, for dinner. Nathan wasn't up for going, and so it was just he and I. "Hey, Luke." I said as I jumped into his car.

"Hi." He said a little depressed.

"What's the matter?"

"I messed up."

"Duh, I knew that a long time ago. The question is what are you going to do about it?" When he and Brooke broke up at first, he was upset but still felt the burden of Peyton. I guess seeing her has stirred up old memories for him.

"Hales, tell me what I should do."

"Well if you would have listened to me a few years ago, you would still be with her." I told him bluntly as I got out of the car and walked into the café. I noticed Brooke sitting by herself at a table, staring into space.

"Hey Tiger, whatcha doin?" I plopped into the far seat at the table leaving room for Lucas.

"I screwed up, I don't know how to fix it." She looked desperate, then she saw Lucas step through the door, and she perked up.

"Seems to be the theme tonight," I said under my breath, because they were focused solely on each other. "Lucas sit down." I demanded.

"Hey Cheery."

"Hey Broody." That hadn't used their nicknames since they broke up, it was like old times. I noticed a tear in Brooke's eyes. "Well I was on my way out, have a great dinner." She quickly said before standing.

"Wait Brooke, didn't you want to talk to me?" I asked her.

"No, Yes Haley call me later." She said as she walked out of the café.

"Is she ok?" He asked me.

"No, she and Jake are just going through some stuff."

"Really?" He perked up after hearing that.

"Don't get any bright ideas. Let her come to you when she's ready. She still loves you, but she has major feelings for Jake."

"I don't get it, why?"

"You put her through hell, always talking about Peyton like she was a God and Brooke was her servant. Luke, you can't blame her for being scared. Plus Jake was there for her and loved her in a way she use to feel with you."

Flash Back:

We were having one of our family dinners, that's what we called them. The five of us were a family, so we spent every Wednesday night eating dinner together. I was cooking steak and potatoes for everyone. Lucas came storming into the kitchen, after his class, demanding that I hurry up.

"Lucas Eugene, get your ass out of my kitchen before you get your steak up your butt," I told him frustrated. We usually order out, but I really wanted to cook.

"Hales, I'm just really hungry." He said smiling at me. It got my hopes up, he was in a good mood, and maybe dinner would go well.

"Hey tutor wife, hey broody," Brooke came strolling into the kitchen, grabbed his face and gave him a very long kiss. Nothing unusual.

"Stop Brooke, Haley's still here," He said gently pushing her away.

"So it's not like she hasn't seen us do worse." Brooke said annoyed, this wasn't the first time he put distance between them.

"I just don't think it's respectful. Peyton, and I never made out in front of people."

"Probably because you and her were sneaking around behind my back," She said as she left the room.

He turned to me for sympathy. "I just don't get her attitude."

"Really, because I do. If Nathan mentioned another love of his life to me half as much as you mention Peyton to her, I would be pissed." I said as I left to set the table. When everyone got there and dinner was served, they started up again.

"So Brooke how's school?" Jake asked her.

"Oh, it's good except for English, and Lucas said he'd help me." She said casually taking Luke's hand in hers. He snatched his away, glaring in her direction. "Oh I forgot, PDA. I didn't holding hands counted in that." She told him defensively.

"Well, it does."

"Well why don't you just give me a list of things I can't do with my boyfriend in public." The rest of us looked uncomfortably at one another.

"Brooke, what's your problem. Why can't you just let things go, like Peyton?"

"My problem is that you keep comparing me to her. I'm a different person."

"Obviously."

"What does that mean?"

"Well its clear that you don't have the class that she has. Peyton loved herself. PDA is showing everyone how sexual you are and that isn't respecting yourself." I could tell that was the worse thing he could have said.

"I can't do this anymore. Lucas I love you but its clear that you need me to be Peyton, and I can't do that. We're over, and for the record I love myself so much that I have been putting up with this sh it from you," She ran to her room, and he sat there in shock. They didn't speak for a few days and when they finally did it was yelling, and deciding that friends was the best route. We were all put in awkward positions, but we were their family and they needed us, both of them.

"Haley I will get her back," He told me as he dropped me off.