Summery: Peyton and Brooke are best friends and have been since forever. They go to college. Lucas and Nathan are brothers and have always acted that way and go to the same college.

Pairings: L/P N/B

Disclaimer: I don't own anything except my imagination

Chapter 6:

The next morning Lucas awoke with a slight headache due to the amount of alcohol he had consumed the night before. At first he figured that he was alone until he felt the stir of someone within him arms, he looked down to see his sleeping angel once again and memories flooded back of the previous time he had awoken to see her face. This time she was with him, purely his at least for this moment in time. He still had his left arm snaked around her waist and she was wearing only his shirt from the night before, she looked truly amazing.

After a few moments of just watching her she began to open her eyes and at first looked slightly confused until she smiled warmly up at him. 'Hey' was the first thing she said and moved up to kiss him gently on the lips. Neither seemed to have any intention of moving until Lucas looked at the time, 'Shit I'm late for practice, I gotta run'. And with that he got up to get himself dressed, he smiled down at Peyton and told her that she could stay as long as she needed. He leaned down to give her one last kiss before leaving her in his bed. She felt content and rolled over, figuring she'd better get going and get Brooke.

Both Lucas and Nathan had unusually big grins on their faces as they approached the gym. Nothing needed to be said between to two because it was rather obvious as to who put the smiles on their respective faces and they were happy to show that. All of the members of the team could tell that something had happened to give them both that glow but everyone just left them to it. Nathan's game was exceptionally good that day, something obviously picked up on by the coach who kept telling him 'whatever you did, keep it up' to which both guys gave a sly grin. Practice went on as normal and both exceeded their expectations even though they were still tired.

Peyton left Lucas' room almost 30 minutes after he had and almost as soon as she closed the door Megan approached her. 'So I thought you and Lucas weren't together?' she stated almost bitterly. 'Umm yeah we weren't but it changed'. Megan was at first not too pleased by this but soon figured that there were plenty more hot guys at college, especially that Nathan Scott guy and so she just smiled and left Peyton to her business.

Brooke's Room

Brooke's night had been just as eventful as Peyton's and she couldn't wait for her girly best friend to get back to dish all her dirt and of course find out how Peyton spent her night alone with Lucas. Of course she already knew what had happened, after all she knew Peyton and she knew that she was into Lucas. Peyton Sawyer would never wait around for a guy she was in to, not when she knew he was a sweet guy as well and wasn't just after sex. Brooke knew her all too well and knew she would probably have to drag details out of her but she didn't really care. Brooke figured Peyton would be back soon since Nathan had left for practice and so Lucas must have had to go too.

Just as Brooke was deep in her thoughts the door opened and Peyton walked in, that slightly dazed but satisfied with herself look plastered across her face. Automatically a wide and knowing grin spread across Brooke. 'Woooo, P.Sawyer I knew you'd have gossip for me'. Peyton just laughed to herself, rolling her eyes and threw herself onto the bed next to Brooke. This is going to be a long conversation.

20 Minutes Later

Brooke: 'P.Sawyer, you dirty whore' loud laughter I knew you wouldn't wait long

Peyton: Well you know, had to show him that Megan has nothing on me haha

Brooke: Rolling her eyes and laughing Well I'm sure he got that memo girly, you know what, for once Brooke Davis is tired of talking guys, lets hit the mall or something

Peyton: Fains shock Brooke Davis doesn't wanna talk about guys? Haha sure, come on

And with that they left for the day, neither aware of the drama about to ensue.