(Honeygrove: Brooke's Motel Room)
The gang had returned from town a few hours ago having purchased their outfits for prom at a local thrift shop.
It was half an hour until Brooke had to meet Chris at the gazebo in town and her and Peyton were getting ready in their room.
"Hey," Peyton said appearing from the bathroom in her ankle length baby blue dress. "How do I look?"
"Definitely better than last night." Brooke said shrugging as she finished applying her make up in the mirror above the dresser.
"Thanks for that amazing piece of insight B. Davis" Peyton said laughing. "I guess I can take it as a compliment though."
"Yeah, you totally should." Brooke replied and she turned to face her after finishing putting her mascara on. "You look almost as good as me."
"I don't know," Peyton said looking Brooke over. "You don't look that great, I mean there's something missing from this picture…I can't quite put my finger on it."
"I know" Brooke said picking up the bottle of tequila on the dresser and finishing off the last little bit. "Tequila."
"Firstly," Peyton began, "I'm not sure you should have been drinking what with you having concussion and everything and secondly, that's not what I was getting at."
Brooke turned to study herself in the mirror.
"What are you talking about," Brooke said looking at the low cut, aqua green dress she had purchased earlier. "I look good."
"It just doesn't look right." Peyton said looking at Brooke again.
After a moment of silence Peyton suddenly clicked her fingers.
"I know," she said as though it had just come to her. "There's nothing written on it. That's blasphemy you know. If you want I could sort that out for you."
Brooke looked at Peyton who winked at her in return.
"I think I'll pass," Brooke answered her smiling.
"Well, why don't you think about it some more whilst I go and talk to Haley." Peyton said walking towards the door and opening it.
"About what?" Brooke asked Peyton anxiously.
"Don't worry it's not about the test," Peyton reassured Brooke, sensing the tone in her voice. "I just want to borrow something from her."
"Oh yeah," Brooke said raising her eyebrow playfully. "Like what?"
Peyton recognising Brooke's expression, frowned.
"Ok?" Peyton said. "How could you possibly interpret that as being dirty?"
Brooke frowned a moment before answering.
"I don't know." She answered honestly.
Peyton laughed.
"Right, I'm going to leave now." Peyton said to Brooke as she left, "See you in a minute."
Brooke laughed to herself as she continued to apply her make up in the mirror over the dresser.
A few minutes later Brooke heard a light knock on the motel room door. She walked over to open it and found Lucas standing in a white tuxedo jacket with black pants.
"Lucas," Brooke said. "Uh… Peyton's not here. She's gone to see Haley."
"Good," Lucas said in return. "I was actually hoping to talk to you alone. If that's ok?"
"Uh…sure." Brooke answered hesitantly, gesturing for Lucas to come in.
Once he had stepped inside Brooke closed the door and looked and him questioningly as he stared at her.
"So…" Brooke pushed when Lucas continued to stare at her, still not speaking. "What did you want to talk about?"
"Right," Lucas said suddenly pulled from his thoughts. "Listen Brooke, I just wanted to apologise for what I said to you at prom last night. About how I reacted when I thought that you'd had an abortion."
For a moment Brooke averted her gaze from Lucas.
"Yeah well…" she said turning to look back at him. "Consider it forgotten. I think we all said some things last night that we regret now."
Lucas looked at Brooke for a moment, watching her closely.
"Brooke, we're friends right?" Lucas asked her probingly.
"Sure," Brooke said quietly looking at Lucas.
"And you know that you can always come and talk to me if you need to? About anything." Lucas continued.
Brooke nodded at him sadly.
"Yeah I know that Lucas." She said quietly.
For a moment neither of them said anything, an awkward silence falling over them.
Finally, Lucas broke it.
"About earlier." Lucas began tentatively, "and how I reacted to Chris."
Brooke put her hand up in front of her to stop him.
"Please don't say anything else," she said shaking her head. "Let's just forget about it."
"Brooke…" Lucas said.
"No, see that…that's saying something else." She interrupted him smiling.
Lucas laughed and put his hands up in defeat.
"Ok," he said. "You win as always."
Brooke laughed and hit him playfully on the arm.
"Ow," he moaned. "What was that for?"
"That Lucas Scott is for being a jerk." Brooke said teasingly. "And insinuating that I'm some spoiled little rich girl that gets everything she wants."
"Well, aren't you?" he asked jokingly.
Brooke hit him on the arm again.
"Ouch!" he complained.
"No I am not!" she said defensively.
"Ok, ok. You're not spoilt, will you stop hitting me now?" Lucas said placing his hands up to protect himself from her next attack.
Brooke nodded and folded her arms in front of her body.
"Fine." She said sweetly.
"Thank you." Lucas said laughing at her. "Now I can finish what I came in here to say."
"There's more?" Brooke questioned.
"Yes," he said. "I just wanted to thank you for what you did for Peyton last night. For being there for her."
Lucas paused a moment and sighed.
"For saving her." Lucas finished.
"You don't need to thank me for that." Brooke said honestly.
"Maybe not," Lucas said. "But I wanted to."
"Well I couldn't really leave her." Brooke joked. "I mean she is my ho after all?"
"Who's your ho?" Peyton asked as she entered the room with the others close behind her.
"You are Blondie," Brooke said wrapping her arm around Peyton's waist.
"Does that mean I get paid to hang out with you now?" Peyton asked.
"Ok," Brooke said. "But I'm your ho which means that you have to pay me too."
Peyton thought for a moment before saying, "Call it even?"
"Sure," Brooke said smiling at her.
Haley cleared her throat beside them causing both Peyton and Brooke to turn and face her.
"Um guys?" she questioned pointing at herself.
"Oh, don't worry ex-roommate." Brooke said wrapping her other arm around her. "You're my ho too."
"And mine." Peyton agreed.
"Hales?" Lucas asked, pretending to be hurt. "I thought you were my ho?"
"What?" Skills asked looking at Haley. "Hey mama, you said that you was my ho."
"Yeah, and we all know that you're my ho," Nathan said kissing Haley on the lips.
"Wow and I thought I was a big ho," Brooke said playfully.
Haley pushed Brooke gently on the side, causing her to stumble.
"You're just jealous," Haley teased grabbing Brooke by the arm and pulling her through the door. "And trying to delay the inevitable."
"Do I really have to go through with this?" Brooke asked. "I mean its Chris, as long as there's a mirror for him to look into he won't even notice that I'm missing."
Haley laughed at Brooke's comment before answering.
"You have to come because you're our ticket in." Haley said as the others followed them down the corridor, Lucas and Peyton arm in arm. "Now come on girlie its time."