Chaos and Order are not enemies, only opposites. - Richard Garriott

Haley awoke to the sound of breathing in her ear. She had fallen asleep next to Lucas. 'His breathing doesn't even sound the same.' She sighed to herself. Had she really been away for that long? According to Nathan, that answer was a yes.

"Are you talking to yourself again?" Lucas slowly opened his eyes, and smiled at his best friend.

"Well…." Haley began to trail off. "I thought I was thinking to myself, but apparently I was doing that thing when you think your thinking to yourself but in reality…."

"Are you rambling again?" Lucas interrupted her, chuckling.

Haley gently shoved his shoulder. "Shut up! I have you know that most people adore my rambling."

"I adore both you and your rambling." Lucas smiled slightly.

"Aww, thanks, Luke." Haley replied, using her old nickname for him.

"And for the record…" Lucas sighed. "You have been away for far too long."

Peyton awoke to the light rays shining through her bedroom window. 'Oh great.' She thought to herself. 'Another pointless day.'

She looked over to Brooke who was sleeping soundly on the opposite end of the bed. 'I wonder what happened with her and Lucas.' She sighed just thinking about it.

Her and Brooke didn't get a chance to talk much last night. When she arrived home, she found Brooke in her room awaiting an explanation. Peyton never gave her one. Instead she just broke down in Brooke's arms. She was a little embarrassed about her behavior, and she hoped that Brooke would forget it ever happened. She knew this wasn't going to be the case.

Her thoughts were confirmed when suddenly Brooke woke up five minutes later.

Brooke rolled the covers off from her legs, and proceeded to stretch out her arms. She then gazed over at Peyton. "Hey, P. Sawyer."

Peyton rolled her eyes, recalling Brooke's nickname for her. "Hey Brooke. How'd you sleep?"

"Oh, I slept fine." Brooke retorted. "But that's not the problem."

Peyton sighed. She knew where this was leading.

Brooke scooted over closer to Peyton. "The problem is that you came home at like twelve o' clock in the morning, crying hysterically."

"It was nothing, Brooke." Peyton lied, hoping that Brooke would catch the hint.

"It was most certainly not nothing." Brooke challenged her. "Nothing would be squashing a bug with your boots…although that's probably not such a shining example since you wouldn't want to ruin your boots just to kill a bug, and then that would turn into something cause then you'd have to go to Macy's to buy a new pair of boots, only to have them COMPLETELY rip you off, and then you'd be mad because you wasted your money over something which…"

Peyton threw her hands up in defeat. "Brooke! I get it. Squashing a bug with your boots is a no-no."

"Right." Brooke smiled, happy that Peyton got the point. Maybe her friend wasn't so completely clueless when it came to the matter of fashion. Then Brooke realized that they weren't even talking about clothes.

"Woops." Brooke sighed, feeling guilty. "I completely got off track again, didn't I?"

"Only a little." Peyton chuckled slightly.