Mony19-I like Deb too. There was a time when I didn't like her when she was Anti Haley, but then I started to not be much of a Haley fan, so Deb came back with good graces. Your review made me realize I haven't written Tim and Skillz in at all, I may get to that.

L-a-c-18-On the show, I think it might be too predictable for Deb to have killed Dan, so that could be a possibility in my story too.

LucasnHaley-I appreciate your honesty about my story, but I still can't say that I agree with you. Obviously we're too different people and have two different opinions but the way I see it Lucas and Haley are too Dawon & Joeyish. Not exactly, of course there are differences. I'm just not a Laley fan. That's all. I'm glad you still read my story even though we see things different ways.

Mellie-I'm glad you still read my story even though there are errors. I don't know anybody that can read my fics before I publish them, but I will try and triple check the errors. Unfort I don't have time to go back and fix the other chapters but from now on I'll be more cautious. Thank you.

Special thanks for the reviews from brucasbrathangrl, ababy99, Cindyvietkutie10, Dlijw490at6uodl

Chapter Twenty-Two

"Martini Kiss"

There's poison in my drinking glass
Don't stop just sip it down
And in a swirling masquerade of sound
My body hits the ground
I'm beautiful when I'm asleep
Martini kisses land
On my blistered bloody scarlet lips
The bottles in my hand

"Tim! What's up you sexy bitch?" Nathan yelled to his friend down the hallway of the school. Tim was leaning against a locker talking to a group of girls.

Tim looked at him and laughed. "Are you drunk?"

Nathan smirked and shook his head. "Maybe,"

Tim gave him a high five. "You better sleep it off because tonight is going to be a great party," he told him. "I expect you to be there, and don't forget to bring Brooke Davis' sweet ass!"

Nathan glared at him and started laughing. "Ill be there, but Brooke Davis' sweet ass, belongs to me." He warned.

"Whatever," Tim said walking away. "As long as you tap that for me." He muttered.

Nathan shook his head in disgust at Tim's comment and continued to walk down the hallway. "Peyton," he smiled. He slid against the locker next to her. "What's up Curly Q?"

"Curly Q?" Peyton asked sarcastically.

"That's what I said didn't I?"

Peyton could smell the liquor on Nathan's breath. She gave him a look of disgust but couldn't help laugh. "Where's the wonderful Brooke Davis this afternoon?"

"Right here!" Brooke exclaimed sliding between the two of them. "Hello sexy," she kissed Nathan on the cheek. "And my best friend, how are you today?"

Peyton raised her shoulders. "Oh you know, alive."

"That's my grim reaper for ya," she rolled her eyes at Nathan.

"Hey! What's with the name calling?" she asked jokingly. Brooke shrugged.

"So will you be joining me tonight at Tim's party?" Nathan asked Brooke holding her hand.

Brooke shook her head no. "Actually, I already have a date," she told him.

Nathan looked at her and laughed. "Yeah right."

"No, I'm serious," she said. She grabbed Peyton by the arm. "Peyton."

Nathan sighed with relief. "Nice one,"

Peyton smiled. "It's okay Brooke; I'm not really up for partying tonight. I just want Jake to come home."

"When does fugitive boy return?" she asked cheerily. "I thought you said he was only gone for the week?"

"He comes home tomorrow," she stated. "I can't wait."

"Well P. Sawyer. Good thing he's not home tonight, because you and I, have a date." She forced her to agree.

"Fine," Peyton accepted and walked away.

"That's kind of kinky. Can I watch?" Nathan smiled kissing her behind the ear.

Brooke playfully hit him in the chest. "Scott, you're a pig," she laughed leaving him in the hallway and going to class.

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Karen threw the last box into her new house and smiled at Andy. "Well, I guess we're home."

Lucas sat down at the table and watched them.

"Are you okay?" Karen asked looking at her son. "You look really worn out."

"I'm okay," he said holding his chest. "We just carried a hundred thousand boxes in here." He pointed out. "Of course I'm tired." He lied. He was tired from carrying the boxes, but more so from his heart. He knew things were going bad. If he didn't find a way to get back on his heart medication he could end up in the hospital, or even worse, dead.

"You should get going to school, you can still make a few classes," she told him setting her keys on the table. "You can take my car if you want."

Lucas shook his head no. "Do you think it would be okay if I stayed home for the rest of the day?" he asked.

Karen looked at Andy for approval. "I guess it would be alright. Just today though, you hear me?"

"Thank you," he mouthed to her. He walked down the hallway to his new bedroom.

Once inside Lucas picked up the phone and dialed Brooke's cell phone number.

"Hello?" Brooke answered.

"Hey Brooke, it is Lucas."

"Oh hey you, what's up? Why aren't you at school? I thought you were going to have lunch with me today?"

"I'm sorry, I was helping my mom move all our stuff this morning, and she said I could take the rest of the day off. I don't feel so well."

"Are you okay?" She asked nervously. "Is something wrong?"

"No, I'm fine," he lied.

"Lucas, you're lying, I know when you're lying. I'm leaving school and coming over." She hung up the phone.

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Brooke knocked on the door and Andy opened it. "Hi Andy," she smiled.

"Brooke," he nodded. "What are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be at school?"

Karen entered the door way and looked at her with confusion. "What are you doing?" she followed along with Andy's words.

"It's about Lucas. He called me and said he wasn't feeling well. I know something's wrong. He won't say what. I just have a horrible feeling," she told them worried.

Karen immediately took off toward Lucas' room and Brooke was close behind her. When she opened the door she found Lucas lying on the bed holding his heart. "Oh my God," she cried. "What is it?" she ran to his side.

"You're going to be mad," he whispered.

"Lucas you need to tell her. What is it? Do we need to get you to a doctor?" Brooke jumped in.

"I lied," he whispered. "About the test, I lied. I have HCMC. Dan was paying for my medication."

"Oh my God," Karen cried. Tears were pouring from her eyes. She was torn between anger and confusion. She had to help her son regardless of how mad she was at him. "We have to get you to a doctor." She helped him up from the bed.

"I'll come with," Brooke followed.

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"Where is Brooke?" Peyton asked Nathan on the phone.

"I don't know," Nathan told her. "I thought you were the one going on a date with her, not me." He joked.

"She was supposed to be here at seven." Peyton explained. "It's eight thirty. I called her cell phone. She didn't answer."

"I'm right here," Brooke said walking into the room and interrupting the phone conversation. Her hair was a mess and her eyes were watering from crying.

"She's here," Peyton told Nathan. "I'll see you later," she hung up the phone. "Brooke what happened?"

Brooke looked at her with deep concern on her face. "Lucas has that medical thing that Nathan didn't get from his dad." She explained. "I guess his dad used to pay for the medication. He hasn't had it since he died." She let out.

Peyton looked at her shocked by what she heard. "Is he okay?"

Brooke shrugged. "I went with Karen to the doctor. They're going to get the medication now, but they're not sure if Lucas can fully recover from the time he missed it. He might have to quit basketball and everything."

"Wow," Peyton said, "That's horrible. At least he'll have it now."

"Yeah," Brooke nodded. "I'm sorry I'm late. It was kind of a hectic day. "Are you ready to go?"

"Yes," Peyton told her. She was dressed in a short blue jean skirt and a light green long sleeve t shirt. "I'm ready. Do you want to get ready first?"

Brooke shook her head no. "I'm okay," she glanced in the mirror. She was wearing a pair of jeans and a red spaghetti strap tank top. She brushed her hair down with her fingers and smiled. "I just need to cheer myself up a little bit."

"I have just the trick." Peyton smiled. She handed her a small bottle of Bacardi 151.

"Peyton Sawyer," Brooke smiled. "Who knew you hid liquor?"

"I wasn't hiding it," Peyton pointed out. "It was sitting on my dresser. I took a couple shots to get myself ready for tonight."

Brooke took a drink off the bottle. "I guess we're walking to Tim's."

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Tim opened the door and let Peyton and Brooke inside. Brooke stepped in the door way and he slapped her ass. "Tim!" she screamed. "Do not touch me ever again!"

Tim looked disappointed but put his arm around Peyton. "No," she said simply. She followed Brooke toward the kitchen.

"What's going on in here?" Brooke said loudly as she sat down at the kitchen table. Nathan, Theresa, Skills, Mouth, and Erica were playing a game.

"We're playing quarters." Skills explained. "Do you want to play?"

Brooke nodded and grabbed Peyton's arm. "We sure do!" She picked up the quarter and bounced it off the table completely missing the shot glass.

Nathan picked up the quarter and shot it into the glass. "Brooke," he smiled. "This shot is for you."

Brooke took the glass and drank the shot making a disgusted face. "What is this?"

"Everclear." Mouth laughed.

"I made it, so I get to go again," Nathan explained. He picked up the quarter and made another shot. "Peyton," he smiled handing her the cup. Peyton drank the shot.

Nathan made 12 more quarters into the shot glass giving Brooke and Peyton each 6 more shots.

"I can't do anymore," Brooke cried slurring her words. She was sitting on Peyton's lap as Peyton almost fell off the chair.

"Me either," Peyton whispered. Her head was leaning against the side of the chair. She looked up slightly as she saw Jake coming into the room. "Jake," she whispered.

Brooke turned to see him walking toward them. "What are you doing here?" she asked confused. "I thought you were on a road trip to Iraq?"

"Iraq?" Jake questioned laughing at how drunk she was. "Brooke, why would I be in Iraq?"

Brooke shrugged. "I don't know, I thought that's where fugitives were."

Jake rolled his eyes and took Peyton by the arm. She could hardly hold her head up. "Let's get you home," he smiled.

"Okay," Peyton accepted. She reached for his arm and fell to the floor.

"You got it?" Nathan asked standing up and helping Peyton up. Jake nodded.

"Bye Peyton!" Brooke yelled.

"Bye," Peyton whispered but nobody could hear her.

"I blame you for this," she said loudly to Nathan. "I blame you for getting us drunk, and for trying to take advantage of me."

"I didn't try to take advantage of you!" he defended. He held her up by the arm.

"That's right!" she pointed out. "You didn't. That's why I'm mad at you."

Nathan laughed at her and helped carry her out of the kitchen. "Could you take me upstairs?" she asked.

He held Brooke in his arms and took her upstairs. She stumbled into the bathroom and slammed the door. She was almost to the toilet when she started to throw up.

"Oh Brooke, I'm sorry," he said holding her hair back as she stared into the toilet bowl. He could see the tears coming down from her eyes as she threw up. As soon as she was finished he held her in his arms until she fell asleep.

Lyrics to "Martini Kiss''-by Senses Fail