Brooke Davis looked up to find none other than Nathan Scott walking towards her. He sat on the bench above her, his legs sitting next to her on the lower bench.

"It's a free basketball court, Scott. I am sitting here thinking," she replied, not looking at him.

"I'm surprise you aren't off with Lucas somewhere, skipping along in the daisies and singing," Nathan said, playful sarcasm dripping from his mouth.

Brooke looked up at him with questioning eyes. "I am not even going to pretend that I know what the hell you are talking about," she said.

Nathan shrugged. "I just figured you guys would be back together after his love confession. I mean he left my house in a hurry to find you and beg you to take him back."

"Please tell me that you are kidding, because that is the last thing I need right now."

Brooke looked back down at the concrete of the court. Her head was now swimming.

"What's wrong? Felix run out of benefits?" Nathan joked.

"Apparently I did," Brooke started, "because he left me for another girl. I finally opened up and agreed to give him a chance. Then he says he found someone new. And get this... he met her at the mall. So that kind of ruins my place of comfort."

Nathan didn't say anything for a minute. "Sorry, Brooke. I had no idea."

"It's not your fault. Actually, you can do something for me though. Can you please tell me where I can find your wife. I need a girl to talk to, so I can bash the very existence of men."

Nathan looked to the concrete that had captured Brooke's attention a moment ago. "Haley left. She um... She went off with Chris," Nathan explained in a whisper.

Brooke mentally kicked herself. "Wow. Nathan, I am so sorry. I didn't know... How.. how are you doing?" Brooke looked up at his face, cringing when she saw the pain the covered it.

"I honestly don't know. Right now, I'm just trying to remember to breathe." They both were silent for the next few moments.

Brooke leapt up and turned to look at Nathan. "You know what, Nathan Scott?! I say fck them both. Hell, I say fck everybody. It's their loss. I mean, look at us. We're hot! And smart, funny, talented, athletic.... hell I just made myself fall in love with me, so I'm off to a good start. We don't need them. Neither of us need that kind of love. The destructive kind. I know that I have had my share of it. By the looks, so have you. So here's what we're going to do. We're going to gather all of the stuff that reminds us of them and we're going to have a little bonfire down here. It can be like a cleansing ritual. A fresh start. What do ya say?" Brooke held out her hand to him.

Nathan looked up at her and couldn't stop himself from smiling. She was sure a firecracker. Even when she was full of pain and anger, she still had enough spunk to kill someone with her bare hands. He stood up and took her hand. "Alright, Brooke Davis. You talked me into it. Just don't go all pyro on me and start throwing gasoline onto everything, okay? I know how bad your temper can be."

"I make no promises, Nathan. I am a hostile woman." She smiled up at him. "We're going to be okay. And they're going to have burnt stuff," she chuckled as she walked over her car and got in. "Meet me back here and eight o'clock, Scott," she yelled out her window and she pulled away from the court.

Nathan stood there for a minute, laughing at the brunette's antics. "I don't even want to know what I just got myself into," he said to himself as he got into his car and left the court.

Brooke looked at the box resting in the passenger seat of her car. There were a couple of mix tapes that Lucas had made for her, some newspaper articles featuring him and the Ravens basketball team, a wife beater she had made with his jersey number and last night to show support for him on game days, a pair of boxers that Felix had left at her house, the lingerie he had bought for her that she had tried to steal, the toothbrush he had left in her bathroom, and some other various mementos from past relationships.

She climbed out of the car, pulling the box with her. She opened the trunk to bring out the jug of gasoline and matches she had taken from her garage earlier. As she was straining to carry everything to the center of the basketball court, Nathan pulled up honking his horn at her. The noise made her jump, dropping the box of memories. She glared at Nathan as he stepped out of his vehicle, his own box in his hands. He chuckled as he helped her put everything back into the box.

"Sorry. I didn't know you were so jumpy."

"Shut up, Scott. Help me get this stuff ready to turn into rubble," Brooke said, setting the gasoline and matches onto the ground. She peaked over into Nathan's box of belongings.

"If you want to know what's in there, you just have to ask. I'm not shy," Nathan teased her.

"Whatever. I was just wondering why you have little pom poms in there," Brooke replied.

"Well, you know when Haley helped you guys out for the cheer competition thing. She looked really hot in that cheer uniform, so umm... she bought some pom poms as a game for us to play," Nathan explained with a small blush coming onto his face.

Brooke laughed at his shyness. "It's okay, Nathan. You don't have to be embarrassed by it. I am a cheerleader, you know. I used to put on my uniform and prance around in front of your older brother with no spanky pants on," Brooke winked at him, knowing that would make him even more embarrassed.

"Yeah, I don't need to know what you and my brother did in the bedroom, Davis. Let's just get this thing started."

"Gotcha."

An hour later, they had burned a lot of memories and shared a lot of stories with each other. As Brooke was throwing a couple pictures into the mix, Nathan saw one that caught his eye.

"Brooke, don't throw that in there. Do you remember when this was taken? We were in sixth grade. Oh my God, I completely forgot about this field trip. We were like best friends back then," Nathan rambled.

"Yeah, I remember. I don't know how that got thrown into the box. Wow, Nathan, we really do go back a long time. I'm glad that we're still friends, Nathan," Brooke smiled that big grin of hers at him.

"Me, too, Brooke. Me, too," Nathan paused, reminiscing about the good ole days. "How about we grab some pizza and movies and head back to my place. We can have a movie night just like we used to. What do ya say, Brooke Davis?" Nathan stood up and held his hand in front of her.

"I say... I get to pick the movies," Brooke replied as Nathan pulled her up. They agreed that Brooke would grab the movies, Nathan would grab the pizza, and they would meet back at his place.

Nathan watched Brooke pull away from the court and smiled. As he was getting into his car, he thought to himself: Maybe things won't be as bad as I thought.