Disclaimer: I do not own One Tree Hill... yet... aha i'm kidding if I had the money I would so buy the rights to Gilmore Girls and make them have an eight season! But yeah, no to owning One Tree Hill.

A/N: So this is a bit of a Brooke chapter as well, hope you guys enjoy!

Brooke opened the door to the house after a sleepless night at the hospital and dropped her bag to the floor with a thud. She had gone straight back to the hospital after showering last night and stayed on one of those crappy hospital beds. Skillz had picked Jamie up from the river court and Jamie had been very excited at the prospect of having a sleep over at Skillz's. Nathan had arrived at 6am with lots of kisses for everyone and had sent Brooke home to get some sleep. Now she clacked through to the kitchen clicking on the messages. The first message almost gave her a heart attack,

"Hi...ahem... this is Owen...for Brooke... I just wanted to let you know I think I may have something that belongs to you here and if you want to come pick it up, the boys are surfing, or at least Chase is and Chris is trying to, so no scary friends- I know you've been avoiding them. So drop by" She smiled and clapped her hands together and then swore, what did he have of hers? And what the hell did he know?! Did he know anything? Why did he call his friends scary!?

"Ooh goooood," she headed towards Peyton's bedroom, she had to tell her friend, she needed help dissecting the 30 second phone call. She burst through the door and then stopped in amazement. Both Peyton and Lucas were stretched out on the bed together- Lucas had one arm draped across Peyton's back and she was leaning into his chest, they looked extremely cute.

"Ok, so i'm gonna pretend I don't see the broody Scott because I have to tell you something P Sawyer and this new" she waved her arms over the pair of them, "piece of information might just make my head explode."

Peyton rolled over and rubbed her face, "Brooooke, it's early!"

"I know sweetie but still." She collapsed on the bed beside Peyton, Lucas shifted and buried his head in Peyton's back wrapping his arm round her waist as she sat up, but didn't open his eyes.

"M-hello Brooke."

"Hi gorgeous, so anyway, I just got home and I turned the machine on- hey wait a second," she snatched Peyton's wrist, "what is this?"

"Oh," Peyton twisted her arm to show her properly, it's a promise thing."

"It's a tattoo thing!" They both looked down at it for a second, it was a tiny cluster of stars on the inside of her elbow with her initials intertwined with Lucas'. It was seriously pretty and for a second Brooke was speechless.

"I never picked you for a tattoo thing Peyton Elizabeth."

"I know, we just, decided to do something together last night- it was Luke's idea look-" she pulled Lucas' arm round- he had a bigger star in the same place with the initials in a different font, it was seriously fine.

"I love it, but you know tattoos are kind of high school though," she teased.

"Mmmm too mean," Peyton said collapsing back against the pillows and adjusting Lucas' head so she didn't crush him and he smiled in his half sleep and linked one of his hands with hers, Brooke watched them, they were annoyingly cute, Peyton caught her friend rolling her eyes and smiled, "so you were about to tell me a story best friend."

"That's right, but you totally stole my thunder!"

"No come on! It's no biggie, just something for us- you were saying?"

"Owen called me."

"Oh my god! Yay! I mean that's yay right?"

"Kind of," her friend messed with the tattoo, "hey shouldn't this have bandages on?"

"I took it off- it itched... Stop changing the subject!"

"I know, it's just- he doesn't know about," she dropped her voice, "Chris, except that I think he might- it's like he's trying to smoke me out- dangle hints in front of me."

"Brooke! He's not a CIA agent!"

"We don't know that!"

"Fine but he might be," she jumped up off the bed and opened the curtains, "so don't blame me if I get arrested later or something!"

"Oooooww," Lucas covered his face, "I won't care if you get arrested for destroying my sight!"

"Aw poor baby," Peyton leant back and covered his hands with hers and then bent and kissed him.

"Ok gross," Brooke stood over them crossly, "at least let me finish my problem story before you two start making more Scotts."

Peyton pushed her hair back from her face and pulled her friend back onto the bed, "ok i'm sorry- go."

"What if he does know and all he wants is to give me back whatever i've left there, which I really really hope isn't my underwear, or what if he doesn't know and I accidentally tell him and then I never get to see him topless?"

"Brooke! What if he just doesn't know period?"

"That is unlikely as the gods hate me- karma hates me."

"Urrr Brooke!" Lucas rolled over and pulled a pillow over his head, "maybe he just wanted an excuse to see you- why don't you go over there to find out and we'll all be happy?"

"Ok mister- what is up with you?" She threw a pillow at him and he let out a muffled noise.

"Ohh we had a late night," Peyton explained, "we'll go outside ok crosspatch?"

"Mmmm," he leant up and kissed her, before collapsing back onto the bed, "love you- love you both."

"Hmm cupboard love!" She said laughing before dragging Brooke up and out of the room.

"You two seem happy- it's kind of nauseating."

"You're evil, I hope Owen knows aaand I hope he's mad about it."

"So not funny!" Brooke pouted, "come on help me out here- you've been with many broody men, do you think he knows?"

"Ok retract the many!" Peyton held up a hand, "I think you are completely over-reacting and the only way he would know is if Keller had told him- how drunk were you and Keller the other night, do you think he remembers?"

"Hey! I am memorable!"

"I wasn't insinuating you weren't!"

"You kind of were."

"No I wasn't!"

"Girls!" Lucas' voice came through from the bedroom crossly, "I can still hear you!" They stuck their tongues out at the half closed door, "I saw that!" He muttered before rolling out of bed and shutting the door.

"Anyway," Peyton said smiling, "you never told me the full Keller part 2 story, how?"

"Oh you know," Brooke poured them both juice and they sat down on the sofa, "when he and Chase materialised behind me I completely freaked- you know Chase and I haven't spoken since- you know-" Peyton squeezed her friend's arm softly, "and you know my history with Chris. So I freaked out a bit, sort of half ran half tripped home and then proceeded to drink everything in our liquor cabinet- Chris came round, said he got out address from Owen and you know- he's charming! I was confused!"

"You were confused so you slept with him?! Problem solved."

"Shut up! I was drinking, he said some nice things-" Peyton rolled her eyes;

"Keller always says nice things."

"Yeah well my ex boyfriend, ex lover and new love interest were all in the same room- I had to do something!"

"Hmmm doing Keller to fix a problem," Peyton pulled a face, "has a nice ring to it."

"You're insanely evil and I am so not your best friend right now."

"Oh come on i'm kidding- so Owen doesn't know you slept with Chris either time- he doesn't ever need to know does he?"

"No. But why is Keller here?"

"I think he's staying with Owen."

"No I just mean Chandler style why. Whhhhhy?!" Peyton laughed;

"Come on i'm sure it's not that bad Brooke, look, let me sum this up, Chris and Chase scare the life out of you so because you were confused you slept with Chris but really you like Owen?"

"That is so twisted," Lucas said coming out of the bedroom, pulling on a vest and rubbing a hand over his hair, "is there coffee?" He bent and kissed Peyton before padding over to their cupboard, "girls you have like no food in here."

"I don't shop for groceries," Brooke said holding up her hands, "that's Peyton's job and someone went on holiday and didn't think to shop ahead!"

"I'll go this morning," Peyton said rolling her eyes.

"Can I come?"

"Grocery shopping?"

"Yeaah, it could be fun," he smiled at her, "you, me, a shopping trolley, candy..."

"Oooh you make an offer a girl just can't refuse," she threw her arms up around his neck and he caught her laughing, Brooke looked at her friend sharply.

"Peyton-"

"Sorry sorry, we'll get a room when you go and see Owen."

"No that's not what I- oh never mind, oh my god what am I gonna wear?"

"What you have on now?" Lucas suggested.

"Silly- that won't work, this is all crumpled from sleeping on a crappy hospital bed."

"Yeah i'm so sorry you ended up doing that."

"That's ok," Brooke smiled at the pair of them, "you two were bonding."

"Daaaamn right we were," said Lucas grinning.

"So anyway," Peyton said smiling back at him, "do you need me to have your back when you go over there like call within ten minutes with an accident?"

"Thank you sweetie but I think I can handle him, trust me." She kinked her eye brow and Peyton pulled a face;

"Too much information."

"Oh so we're good to go now?" Lucas asked sliding his arms around Peyton's waist.

"Yeah, why?"

"Oh- no reason," he suddenly picked her up and threw her over his shoulder.

"Luke!! Put me down!" She was laughing and shrieking all at the same time, "Brooke will you be ok?"

"Yeah honey, don't worry." Brooke watched them amused, "and i'll find something to wear and lie my ass off to Owen."

"Ooookk-" her friend's disappeared into Peyton's room and the door snapped shut.

An hour later Brooke was wrestling with herself over knocking on Owen's door. Owen had been watching amused for the last minute- he had spotted her when he had heard someone outside knocking over the only plant he owned and swearing profusely. He took a swig of coffee and put her out of her misery.

"Hi-" he opened the door and crossed his arms, "you lost?"

Brooke straightened up from scooping soil into a pile and dusted her hands, "I had err, a little dispute with your plant. He started it!"

"Relax Davis Chase bought it me- i'm not sure why."

"Oh," she dropped the rest of the soil, "no harm done then!" Her face brightened, "so bar boy- you gonna offer me coffee or are you just gonna stand there checking me out all morning?"

He laughed and nodded, "come on in miss clothes over bros."

She followed him inside and let out a gasp, "wow, this is amazing."

"There's no need to sound so surprised- I have a nice place, some guys happen to be clean!" He raised his eyebrows at her and then waved the coffee pot, "coffee?"

"Sure," whilst Owen was messing about with mugs she took the opportunity to check out the living room. It was a massive, white washed room with an amazing floor to ceiling window overlooking the beach- he had posters of Pulp Fiction and other various Tarantino films adorning the walls. There was a stack of cds next to a hi-fi system to put Peyton's to shame and to her surprise a piano in the corner.

"You play?"

"Oh, yeah, sometimes," he shrugged, "keeps me cultured."

"I bet," she kinked her eyebrow and he smiled at her and passed her the coffee, "why thank you."

"So, how's Haley?"

"Oh she's fine," Brooke's face lit up, "she's perfect, the twins are perfect- Virginia and Eva-Rose."

"Wow nice names," he grinned, "very lady like."

"I think that's what she was going for."

"Yeahh," he stood looking at her for a second, she felt nervous, was he trying to break her? She looked him sideways, he met her gaze and for a moment she forgot all about Chris and wondered if he was actually... maybe going to try and kiss her... and then he cleared his throat and looked away. She sighed under her breath.

"So, did you have something of mine?"

"Oh," he blinked "yeah I have, hold on." He disappeared for a second and she took a deep breath and leant against the sofa. Crap. This so wasn't going to plan. She considered doing a Rachel and throwing herself across the sofa in her underwear and then remembered the outcome of that episode- it would be just her luck that Chase and Chris would walk in.

"So,"Owen came back in holding a bright pink scarf, "I remember seeing you in this the other day and I figured it could only be yours- I just couldn't remember how it got here..." He trailed off and looked at her expectantly, she couldn't meet his eyes, "wait a second," he paused, "did you leave-"

"Ok fine it was me here the other morning! And i'm sorry I used your phone I promise i'll pay you whatever it was, just let me know when the bill comes through and you really can't judge me because it's not like I jumped into bed with a stranger, i've known him for years and it really wasn't my fault it was your fault," she began pacing the room, "it was your fault completely because you're so not supposed to be friends with my ex boyfriends I mean come on what are the chances?! And you're the hot one and the one i'm interested in but nooo, you have to introduce me to Keller and Chase and give me a heart attack and-"

"Brooke-I was gonna ask if you left it at Tric or something and I picked it up for you..." Owen was staring at her incredulously, "how do you fit that many words into one breath?!"

"I'm so sorry," she felt like her face was bright red, "i'm just gonna go." She took the scarf from him and wrapped it round her neck quickly, then got herself tangled in it and for a second wrestled with it as he stood, frozen looking at her confused. He watched as she almost ran down the steps and then sighed and threw his mug down on the table;

"Ahh shit," he dived after her, "Brooke wait a second-" she turned at the bottom of the steps and the scarf flew from around her neck and he caught it neatly, before running down to catch her up- "first off, there's something weird about the way you talk so fast, second, what the hell were you talking about back there?"

"You-you" she stammered, "you don't know?"

"Know what, that you're insane? I do now!"

"No about me and Chris! And about me and Chase, and then about me and Chris again..." She trailed off.

"I didn't know, I met Chris at a bar years ago- he used to live on the counter- we don't talk deeper than what his latest chick is called or his latest guitar- I had no idea you knew him."

"Oh," she stood in silence for a second.

"And Chase?!"

"Oh, you know- forget I mentioned that."

"Brooke- I don't care about the guys you've dated- look I know the chances of me being friends with two of your exes are slim but there they are, they're both crazy and annoying but they're my friends and- I don't care if you slept with all of Tree Hill!"

"You don't?" He took a step towards her;

"I really," he paused for dramatic effect, "really don't." He began wrapping the scarf back round her neck slowly.

"So you're interested in me?" She tried to keep the excitement out of her voice, stay cool..

"Very much Brooke Davis-" he looked at the floor shyly for a second, "so are you interested in me? Even if I have bad taste in friends and plants and i'm not an awe inspiring writer and-"

Brooke broke him off by reaching up and kissing him passionately, it shut him up nicely but it was good to know he was almost as neurotic as her.

Back at Peyton and Brooke's, Peyton was staring at the bathroom mirror cursing her roots when Lucas padded in.

"Hey you." He watched her admonishing herself, he had no idea why she had such self esteem issues she looked amazing.

"Hey yourself," she said turning and smiling at him, he looked gorgeous all sleepy and golden.

"So when do we go shopping?"

"When you get dressed maybe?"

"Hmmm, do I have to?" He stood up and glanced down at his wife beater and baggy trousers, "I thought I looked pretty darn good in this."

She glanced at him and smirked, "you do, but you can't go out in public like that, those trousers are many years old." He moved towards her, "oh no sir- you need to go get dressed." He sighed dramatically;

"Fine!" He bent and kissed her quickly and began walking back to her bedroom, "but I should be allowed to wear these out!"

"I'll think about it," she said laughing, "but move your butt mister because when Brooke comes home she is gonna be hungry and I really really feel like a cream cheese bagel!"

"But you hate cream cheese," his voice was muffled and he reappeared with a grey tee shirt on, he grinned, "I found this in your closet- it is mine right?"

"Yep," she jumped off the sink, "I kinda.. couldn't throw it away- it's from my box of Lucas and Peyton stuff."

His smile widened, "you know I have one of those too."

"You're such a girl!" She linked her arm through his and he looked down at her happily.

"I can deal with that. I am proud of my box."

"Mmmm, a good strong man box right?"

"Shut up!" As they headed out the door Peyton could have sworn she had said something weird back in the bathroom... But things were perfect right now, she didn't want to worry about anything right now.

I know I know kind of a cliffhanger/ obvious thingy but STILL hope you guys enjoyed, review please- if you want to!