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Brooke opened her eyes and looked around, the surroundings were unfamiliar at first, but then her memory kicked into gear and she remembered last night and what had happened.

Nathan shifted next to her, still hugging the pillow unabashedly in his deep sleep.

Brooke looked at the clock on the wall, it was 9:06, thank god it was Saturday and they didn't have school. Draping the blanket over Nathan, she put on her slippers and walked downstairs to make something to eat.

The smell of smoky bacon and cooked eggs wafted up the stairs to Nathan's nostrils, his stomach clicked into hunger mode and he woke up slowly. His head thumping a bit, not so much a massive hangover just a slight one.

He opened his eyes and looked around, expecting to see his bedroom surroundings, instead he saw a navy and cream décor splashed around the room and more of a feminine touch, then he remembered the previous night. Brooke.

He could only remember bits and pieces of last night, being on the beach and shouting a lot and drinking all that beer, watching the sun go down alone.

Always alone.

How could he face her after last night? What if he'd said something personal that she wasn't supposed to know about? Wracking his brain, he tried to remember, but he couldn't? Rubbing the back of his head, he made his way down the stairs.

Brooke stood in the middle of the kitchen in front of the stove belting out a song along with the radio.

Nathan watched as she danced around the kitchen with her eyes shut, until she whirled into him. Her eyes flew open in shock and her pupils dilated, her eyes seemed to dance with happiness for a second and then she masked her emotions.

"Nathan I thought you'd be sleeping for awhile," she seemed almost shy around him.

Nathan found this kind of endearing. "Sit down, I'm making my famous Saturday hangover breakfast just for you, one friend helping out another friend."

Nathan flinched at the use of the word "friend". If that's all Brooke would offer then he would take it.

"So what are you doing today?" Nathan asked.

"Well I should probably go home and see if my dad's home, put in my weekly daughter visit and then vanish back into the woodwork," Brooke smiled mockingly. "What about you?" turning her attention to Nathan.

"I should probably go home and work on my basketball so my dad will lay off and then my homework so my mom will lay off." Nathan sighed.

"Don't we just have fascinating lives?" Brooke looked at Nathan.

"Fascinating." Nathan echoed sarcastically.

"How about if we disappear for the day and go do something together away from the hell that is our lives?" Brooke watched Nathan for a reaction.

"Okay, like what?" Nathan looked excited at the prospect of escaping routine hell for a day.

"I've got an idea, we'll leave in an hour, go home and get a change of clothes and come back." Brooke told him mysteriously.

"Yeah." Nathan clapped his hands in mock glee, he packed in the breakfast she'd made him. Collected his assorted beer bottles and stereo and walked over to his car.

Saluting her, he drove home to get his stuff.

Brooke let the curtain fall back into place, wondering why Nathan would've written her secret admirer letters in the ninth grade, he'd never hinted that he liked her. She'd have to explore that subject, first things first, she had to find those letters he'd written her.

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More soon, thanks for reviewing, keep reviewing, hope you enjoyed this chapter. Any ideas on where Nookie should go on their secret rendezvous, lemme know.