Brooke pulled her silver VW Bug into the parking lot of Nathan Scott's apartment building. She climbed out of the car, purse and cell phone in hand. She grabbed her overnight duffel bag from the trunk and headed up the two flights of stairs leading to Nate's place.

Brooke knocked on the door and waited. Nathan soon answered, talking to someone on the phone. He motioned Brooke inside and walked into the kitchen. Brooke dropped her bag by the door and took a seat on the couch in the living room. Nathan soon returned and handed her a Smirnoff while he continued drinking his Corona.

"Hey, Luke. I'm gonna let you go, alright?" Nathan said into the phone. He grinned as Brooke rolled her eyes at the mention of his older brother's name. "Yeah, I'll call you if I hear anything from her. I'll see you tomorrow." Nathan hung up and looked over at his brunette companion. "Sorry. He wanted to know what the deal was with Haley."

"That's okay. So how's Luke doing anyway?" Brooke asked, trying to seem uninterested as she sipped her beverage.

"He's alright, I guess. He told me that he never got to talk to you last week because you were with Felix. He said he was so heartbroken when he saw you two together that he just turned and walked away."

"Well... it's probably for the best. Lucas and I were so great together and he still cheated on me. Imagine how awful we would be together now when I could never fully trust him again. I'm sorry that he got hurt, but I mean... so did I," Brooke explained, staring at the floor.

Nathan reached over and gently guided Brooke's face upward and looked into her eyes. "It's okay, Brooke. You don't have to explain yourself to me. Yeah, Lucas is my brother, but I know that he did wrong by you. He should have never done that to you. I know how it feels. I know all too well. Just imagine if you were married instead."

Brooke softly smiled at him. "Thanks, Nathan. I mean that. It really means a lot to me that you're here for me. And just know that it works vice versa, too. So, let's get some pizza in our stomachs and some movies into your DVD player," Brooke said as she grabbed her duffel bag.

"Whoa, Brooke. Are you planning on moving in here or something?" Nathan teased.

Brooke blushed. "Well, I thought I would bring some extra clothes in case I got tired and crashed here. And I really don't want to go home. I mean, my ex is my next door neighbor. He's had that Margot chick over at his house for the last few days, and I am so tired of seeing them all over each other."

"It's okay, Brooke. Of course you can crash here. Well, I'll go grab some pizza. Why don't you start a movie? I'll be right back." Nathan jumped over the couch and jogged into the kitchen, grabbing two plates and putting two slices on each. He returned only to stop dead in his tracks.

"Nice choice, Nate. I would've figured you for straight-up hetero porn. But at least it's two girls and not two guys. I'm beginning to understand your thing for cheerleaders, though," Brooke teased him.

"Turn it off, Brooke. I was only watching it because I was bored. Tim left it over here a few days ago," Nathan said as he took a seat and watched while Brooke switched DVDs.

"So you and Tim watch porn together?" Brooke sat next to Nathan and took the plate he offered her.

"No, pervert. Tim comes over here when he skips class. I probably never should have given him a key. And who are you to talk?! You had sex with Felix in my bed!" Nathan looked at Brooke, accusingly.

Brooke looked over at him and shrugged. "I bought you new sheets. Damn."

Three hours later, Nathan looked over to find Brooke fast asleep. He got up and turned the television off. Nathan was covering Brooke with a blanket, when his phone rang. Not bothering to look at the Caller ID, he answered it.

"Nathan Scott here. What's up?" he said as he walked into the kitchen, not wanting to wake Brooke up.

"Hey, Nate," someone whispered onto the other end.

"Haley?!"

"Yeah."

"Where the hell are you?! Your postcard didn't really explain much," he said with disdain dripping out of his mouth.

"Umm... I'm in New York. We got here yesterday, but I was so tired that I didn't have the chance to give you a call," she explained nervously.

"I understand. It's hard to find a couple spare minutes to call the husband you deserted back in Tree Hill. Especially while you're busy with your new talent less boyfriend. What exactly do you want, Haley?"

"I just wanted to see how you were. And to explain a few things to you," she said.

"Well, I don't need anything explained to me. I'm not an idiot, ya know. You fell in love with some loser with a guitar. Good for you. Good for him. Just hope he watches his back, because you probably won't stay interested in him for too long. Look, I really don't have the time to deal with this. I'll pack up your stuff and give it to your parents. I'll also give them the divorce papers. Have a good life," Nathan replied before hanging up the phone and slamming it onto the kitchen counter.

"Are you okay?" Brooke asked, coming up behind him to wrap her arm around his waist.

"Sorry I woke you up. That was my loving wife on the phone, calling to check up on me. Isn't that sweet of her?" Nathan said, shaking.

"Yeah. It's real nice, but you didn't answer my question. Are you okay?" Brooke walked to stand in front of him and lifted his head up to look her in the eye.

"It hurts, Brooke. It hurts so much," Nathan cried before breaking down into Brooke's waiting arms.

"I know, Nate. I know it does," she whispered into his ear while rubbing his back. They stood there, just holding each other. Nathan clutched to Brooke, soaking in the comfort she offered.