Brooke Davis had loved spending her Friday nights hopping from the hottest clubs. She liked to look her best and pose for the relentless cameras of the paparazzi. She loved the fans wanting her autograph. She loved getting hammered at the bars. She loved the attention.

But that had been the old Brooke. The Guiding Light Brooke. The New York Brooke. Since a series of changes, a calm, serene and more mature Brooke had emerged. She no longer needed the whole world to love her. She had the love of one man and that was more than enough for her.

So after a 14 hour plus day of shooting on the set, Brooke Davis was clad in a comfy pair of sweats, sans make up, hair in a simple ponytail, camped out on her couch. It was the newest and most preferred way of spending a Friday evening.

"Ice cream?"

"Check", Lucas smiled. "Cherry Garcia will be the preferred flavor of the evening."

"Blanket?"

"Check."

"DVD?"

"Check. The Sixth Sense."

"The Sixth Sense?" Brooke pouted. "Luke!"

"What? It's my turn and fair is fair. Besides, you made me sit through Notting Hill last week."

"Hey, that's a good movie, buster!"

"And it's also a chick flick. Nathan would never let me live that one down. Anyway, I had to reclaim my manhood so to speak."

"Fine. Make fun of my so called chick flicks all you want but what on earth made you choose that one?"

"Come on, it's a great flick. New age classic."

"It's scary as hell and you know how terrified I get. I am a complete chicken shit when it comes to stuff like this. I'm gonna be scared to sleep tonight. I mean it, Luke. We are so sleeping with the lights on in this huge empty house."

"Don't be such a wimp, babe. Besides, I'll be there to protect you. I promise."

"You better! I'm so afraid I'm gonna roll over in bed and see that little boy next to me with his brains blown out!"

Lucas laughed so hard he almost spit his ice cream out.

"You are hilarious, Miss Davis!"

"What?" she shrugged. "And I'm being totally serious. This is all your fault."

"Maybe, I chose a horror flick so when you got scared, that would be another excuse to cuddle up next to me. What do you think about that?"

"Maybe", she grinned. "If you're lucky."

They exchanged winks and settled into watching the movie. Lucas loved his girlfriend more than anything but if there was one flaw, one slight but recognized annoyance, it had to be the way that she "commentated" on every scene of every movie. Haley was the same way and ever since they were kids, it had driven Luke nuts! Now he had successfully passed the problem onto Nathan only to inherit someone noisier than Hales! What was it about women? Why couldn't they just shut up, kick back and enjoy the movie?

"Gosh, babe, can you believe the killer is Donnie Wahlberg? I was so excited when I saw his name in the credits because back in the day and Peyton will totally deny this but she's such a liar, anyway, we were the biggest New Kids on the Block fans! Swear to God! We had the pillow cases and the tee shirts, it was ridiculous! And I just knew I was going to marry Jordan Knight! So anyway, I'm all pumped that Donnie is in this movie and I never saw him so I watched it like 100 times even though it scares the crap out of me every single time. Anyway…"

Lucas looked at her. How could one human being get all that out in one breath?

"And your point, Brooke?"

"What? Oh. Nothing, babe. It's just that he got really skinny and he didn't look like himself."

Lucas smiled and shook his head. Unbelievable, he thought as he pulled her closer into him.

Half way through the film Brooke's cell phone rang. Both she and Lucas nearly jumped out of their skin before looking at each other and bursting into a fit of giggles.

"It's him", Lucas teased. "It's that kid wanting to show you his dad's gun collection, Brooke."

She flipped him the bird and Luke laughed again at how hesitant she was in answering the phone. In a way she almost wished it had of been that scary guy in the movie. The person on the other end was far worse...it was Felix.

"What do you want?" Brooke asked, taking the conversation to another room.

"Is that anyway to greet an old friend? I swear you are as rude as ever, girl."

"Felix, I don't have time for this. I'm busy. Now why are you calling me?"

"To see how you're doing. I saw your new little show on TV last Tuesday night. Real great work, Brooke. I'm proud. The acting still isn't quite where it should be but you'll improve hopefully. Of course that angelic face and trillion dollar body more than make up for it."

"You always did know how to compliment a gal", she rolled her eyes. "Look, I'm not in the mood for your shit, Felix. Go bother someone else. I'm hanging up."

"Wait a second, Brooke. I don't think you want to do that. I think you'll be quite interested in what I have to say."

"I seriously doubt it, loser, but I'll humor you anyway. You have two minutes to say whatever it is you called to say."

"Do you remember our weekend last summer in Vegas? "

"Unfortunately. Now what about it? Are you pregnant?" Brooke quipped.

"Ha, ha, bitch but we'll see who's gonna get the last laugh on this one. Now, I want you to think long and hard about the events of that night. Remember how we were making out by the Slot machines? Baby you were so hot for me that you couldn't wait to get me alone in that room. Your hands…your mouth were all over me."

"Please. Are you trying to make me vomit?"

"We made hot, nasty, wild passionate love in every way, every where. It was one hell of a night and you put on an Oscar winning performance my dear."

"Whatever, Felix. Look, I really don't want to hear this."

"You thought we were alone…but, uh, we weren't."

Brooke's heart skipped a beat. She did not like where this was going at all.

"What are you talking about?"

"It was you, me…and my prize possession video camera. That's right, babe, I never leave home without it."

"Felix!"

"You know, you have a pretty big fan following. All the little teeny boppers love you all of a sudden. You're the new poster girl for Tiger Beat. I bet a lot of teenage boys fantasize about you. They probably stay up late in bed alone jacking off just wondering how many of them just sit back and imagine exactly what's under those short little skirts? Well, now for a reasonable price plus shipping and handling, they can see Brooke Davis in all her glory doing what she does best. Tommy Lee and Pamela Anderson look out. We have a new famous amateur porn queen on the map!"

"You wouldn't."

"Try me."

"Why are you doing this?"

"Simple. Twenty thousand bucks and you can have the stupid tape back."

"I am not paying you shit!"

"Price just went up to 25."

"Fuck you!"

"You already did."

"I hate you! This is illegal! You can't do this! This is extortion!"

"That's not very wise, sugar. Granted you aren't the brightest light bulb in the pack but I surely thought you were smarter than that. I'm gonna be a nice guy and give you one week to think this over. I trust you'll make the right decision and if you don't...well, I'm gonna make a hell of a lot more than twenty five grand. I bet Hustler and Penthouse would be willing to triple that amount for the still frames."

"You bastard!" Brooke cried. "I can't believe you. You are a sick and an evil man. You need help."

"One week", Felix breathed before hanging up.

The walls began to close in and Brooke had the sudden urge to vomit. In one brief phone call, her whole world had changed.

"Brooke, hurry up, you're missing the best part..."

Lucas took one look at Brooke and halted in mid sentence.

"What's wrong? Are you okay?"

"Um, I'm gonna have to take a rain check on tonight, Luke. I'm not feeling very well, I need to lie down."

"Baby, you look pale. Can I get you anything?" he asked with concern.

"No, I'll be okay. I'm sorry about our plans. I just have a headache and that call was from the set. I might have an early call tomorrow."

"Okay. I'll come up…"

"No, no. Why don't you finish watching? Really, it's okay. I'm probably gonna zonk right out."

"Okay. I'll be up later", he sighed, planting a kiss on her now clammy forehead. "Are you sure..."

"I'm fine. I just need some rest. I promise to call you if I need anything."

He nodded and kissed her again as she made her way up the stairs.

As soon as the door shut, tears flooded from her eyes. Her life was practically over! What was she going to do? She had exactly one week to make her decision and Brad being the sick bastard he was, well, Brooke knew he wasn't playing around. He meant business.