Hey Guys! I am so sorry it has taken me so long to post! I had a project due at school that I had forgotten about, so that has been taking up a lot of my time. But as I promised, here are chapteres 4 and 5. They are pretty long, so hopefully that makes up for how long it took to post them! Enjoy!! :)

The rest of the school week went by pretty much un-eventful. Brooke had not told anyone about Lucas, and they avoided each other at all costs. By the time Saturday rolled around, Brooke couldn't be more relieved.

"Ok. Are you guys sure that we got enough food and drinks?" Brooke asked as she, Peyton, and Haley all unloaded their arms full of goods onto the counter.

"Brooke, if we got any more, every single person would walk out of here at least 50 pounds heavier on top of their newly aquired case of alcohol poisioning!" Haley said as she sat on the couch.

"Yeah Brooke. Even this is a little over-kill don't you think?" Peyton said as she joined Haley on the couch.

Brooke stood with her hands on her hips as she surveyed the counter of goods before her. "Yeah, I guess you're right. So do you two wanna go shopping?"

"Is that not what we just got done doing?" Haley asked with a raised brow.

"No silly! For clothes! I need a new outfit!"

"Oh, well in that case no. I really need to get home. I was gonna cook dinner for me and Nathan before the party tonight. Plus I don't have money for clothes right now." Haley said as she stood from the couch and started to walk towards the door. "Besides, if I don't pick up Nathan, he wont be able to come. And who knows, I might need a designated driver later!" Haley winked at Brooke and Peyton on her way out the door.

"Ok P. Sawyer. Guess its just you and me!" Not like it's a bad thing

"Thats cool. Where did you wanna look?

"Well there was this really cute skirt I was eyeing at the mall. So lets start there."

"Come on Brooke!" Peyton said impatiently. "You've been in there forever and we need to get back now if we still wanna get ready. So hurry your ass up!"

"Fine. I'm coming out. Tell me what you think."

Brooke pulled back the curtain to reaveal her outfit. A simple jean mini skirt with a black and pink halter. She was staring at Peyton and saying something, but Peyton couldn't comprehend Brooke's words over her thoughts. Damn. Does she even know how hot she really is? Of course she does. She has like a dozen guys drooling over her to prove it.

"Peyton! Are you even listening to me?" Brooke snapped her fingers in Peyton's face. "I asked if the top was too tight."

"What?" Peyton looked at Brooke's top. "No! Not at all. It looks great on you." You have no idea!

"Thanks. Ok, give me one minute to get dressed and we can go." After a second, Brooke stuck the clothes and her credit card out of the curtain. "Hey Peyt, can you pay for these? The card is right there."

"Sure. Not a problem." Peyton grabbed the clothes and credit card and made her way to the cashier.

"That will be $75.53." Peyton handed the cashier the credit card. After a moment, the cashier turned back around. "I'm sorry. This card has been declined. Did you want to try another one?"

"Umm… yeah." Peyton looked thorough her purse to retrieve her own card. "Just put it on this." As the cashier turned back around to swipe Peyton's card, Peyton turned to look at the curtain that Brooke occupied. That's weird. I don't think she's ever been declined before. I wonder if she knows. No, of course not! Otherwise she wouldn't have given it to me. God that's so weird.

"Thank you ma'am. Have a nice day!"

"Thanks." Peyton turned to see Brooke walking towards her.

"Hey, thanks Peyton." Brooke grabbed the bag and credit card from Peyton.

"No problem. Actually Brooke, something weird just happened." Peyton said as they walked towards the car.

"What?"

"Well, your card was declined. Did you max it out or something?"

"Huh? That's impossible! There's a $5,000 limit! I don't even go near that!" Brooke fumbled in her purse for her phone. "Just give me a minute. You can start the car."

"Ok." Peyton did as she was told as Brooke talked on the phone. Then as she was watching Brooke, she saw the looks of shock and disbelief wash over her best friends face, followed by a completely blank expression. Brooke then walked to the car and got in.

"You ok Brooke? You look a little pale."

"Please just drive Peyt. I just need to go home."

"Ok."

As the girls walked back into Brooke's house, Brooke went straight towards the alcohol. She grabbed a bottle, poured a shot, and downed it. She then repeated the process.

"Whoa! Brooke!" Peyton said as she grabbed the bottle from Brooke's hand. "What the hell? Why are you doing that? The party doesn't start for another hour!"

"I'm broke Peyton. That's what my mom said. I'm broke. Oh god!" Brooke cried as she slid down the counter to the floor, completely broken.

"What?" Peyton sat on the floor next to her sobbing friend and put a re-assuring hand on her back. Brooke turned to Peyton and wrapped her in a huge hug.

"God Peyton! What am I going to do? I've always been rich! I cant not be rich!"

"Aww. Brooke, sweetie! It will be ok! You'll adjust! I'll help you."

"But I like being rich! I'm good at it!"

Peyton couldn't help but laugh, which in turn made Brooke laugh. "It's not funny P. Sawyer!"

"I know sweetie. I know. But right now, lets focus on getting you cleaned up before all your guests arrive. Ok?"

"Yeah, that sounds good." The girls stood and Brooke turned to Peyton and hugged her. "Thanks bestest friend."

"It's no problem at all." Especially since you are hugging me now

Brooke smiled and reluctantly let go. Is it too much to ask to be in her arms like that all the time?

Neither knew that the other wanted the same thing; each other.