Peyton smiled as she watched Jake enter the house carrying a step ladder. A light coat of sweat glistened his tanned, muscular body and she raised an eyebrow as his old and tattered jeans hung just low enough off his hips. God, he was sexy the way that wife beater clung to him.
"What are you looking at?" he asked. "Admiring the fact that you married such an incredibly hot stud?"
Peyton laughed as she licked her lips.
"Don't flatter yourself. Actually, I was admiring what a kick ass job I did painting our entire kitchen red but hey, you aren't such a bad ornament to ogle either."
He swaggered over to her, wiping some stray paint from her nose.
"You have any idea how beautiful you are?" he asked.
She laughed, feeling a tad silly and anything other than beautiful in her old, black tank top, fading sweats, and bandana around her messy hair.
"Flattery will get you everywhere", she breathed as he picked her up and slammed her into the unfinished wall just rough enough.
She gasped as she felt his hands traveling up the flatness of her belly.
"You are incredibly sexy when you're all hot and sweaty. I think it's time for a break, Mrs. Jagielski."
She couldn't have been more in agreement as their lips met and parted. Peyton moaned in her husband's mouth as her nails lightly raked his back.
"I want you", she panted, desperate with want.
He was almost too happy to oblige as he propped her against a counter and her hands found his zipper.
"I'd say Mr. Rockefeller is quite happy to see you", Jake teased, referring to the nickname they had given his well endowed manhood.
"Not as happy as I am to see him. Come on over and I promise to make it worth your while…right here in Rockefeller Center", she breathed pulling him into her body.
They kissed passionately and feverishly, oblivious to anything else around them, including the unexpected guests coming through the door.
"Hey there, hi there, ho there!"
Jake and Peyton stopped.
"Is that Haley?" he whispered.
Before she could respond, the answer or answers were right in front of them.
"Jake! Pey!"
"Haley!" they said in unison as they attempted to straighten their clothing.
"Oh God! P. Sawyer or Jagielski or whatever the hell you go by these days, I totally need the name of your realtor", Brooke called out as she made her dramatic entrance. "This is unacceptable! Ridiculous!"
"Hell to you too, Brooke."
Haley's face turned red.
"First of all, why is this not a beach front property? I mean, it's cute and all but second, it is way too small! How are you supposed to throw a decent party? This place couldn't even fit 100 people probably."
"Brooke", Haley warned her. "I think we're um…interrupting."
Jake and Peyton had sheepish grins on their faces.
"Oh God! You two were seriously about to do it, huh?" the brunette asked.
"That was kind of the plan", Jake smiled as Peyton playfully hit him.
Brooke rolled her eyes.
"And how could you possibly and comfortably get it on in this little thing you call a kitchen? How many square feet is this again?" she reached for her cell phone. "And what is up with all this red?"
Peyton and Jake just looked at each other. There were two things one could count on…the sun rising the next day and the fact that Brooke Davis Scott would never change. Hopping off the counter, Peyton hugged her childhood best friend.
"First of all, it's great to see you too after all these months. Secondly, put that phone down because the realtor did a great job and third, for your information I painted the kitchen red."
Brooke pretended to pout.
"Okay, okay. It's a nice place, I guess. It's just that I was so excited about my best friend moving to Miami with me. I just pictured us in twin beach houses or something."
Peyton laughed.
"Uh yeah", she said, hugging Haley as well. "Jake and I rode by both your houses, which happen to be bigger than God's."
Just then Nathan and Lucas emerged from parking the car. Jake grinned and ran over to greet his old friends.
"Besides, it's not like I'll be making as much as these losers here" he laughed as the three began to play rough house. "I'll actually be working for a living."
The women laughed as it was certainly nice to have the gang together again. They all exchanged hugs and after a brief tour of the house, the men ventured out back to the pool area leaving the girls inside.
"I am so excited you're here!" Brooke practically squealed. "Do you have any idea how much fun we're gonna have shopping?"
Peyton smiled.
"And what is it you do for a living again, best friend?"
Brooke frowned.
"For your information, I am a homemaker."
Haley and Peyton laughed out loud.
"Brooke, please."
"What? I am and by the way the uncontrollable laughter is starting to hurt my feelings, guys."
"Sorry", Haley struggled to regain her composure. "Tigger, somehow it's hard to picture you making breakfast or wearing an apron or cleaning anything."
Brooke couldn't be mad for long. After all, they were right.
"Okay, okay. So I sit back and spend Luke's money all day. It's a hard job but someone's got to do it. Besides, it beats what you do all day hoodlums", she scoffed.
Haley put her hands on her hips.
"You mean by teaching at an inner city school and trying to make a difference in an underprivileged kid's life? And they are not hoodlums by the way, thank you very much!"
Brooke stuck her tongue out.
"Whatever. It's a 9 to 5 and why go through the hassle when you don't have to, right, Pey?"
"Actually, I'm going to be doing some design stuff from home but even that sounds kind of boring. I just can't sit on my ass all day and with Jake traveling with the team, it might get a little lonely. I'm actually looking to find something to do with my time other than having lunch and getting massages with you two losers while we spend our husband's money."
Brooke ignored her in typical Brooke fashion. None of that mattered. What did was they were all back together.
"So how are things?" Haley gave her an affectionate squeeze. "Everything okay? What about you and Jake?"
"Teacher Wife! Please", Brooke rolled her eyes. "I thought we said we weren't gonna bring up the bad stuff."
Peyton managed a smile.
"Look guys, it's okay. Really. I'm fine. Jake's fine. We're all fine. This move and starting over fresh is the best thing. We've had some problems in the past but we put it all behind us and now we're moving towards the future."
"I'm glad", Haley said. "I know things were tough for a while but it's nice to see it all worked out. I'm glad you and Jake are here."
"Me too. We're glad to be here."
"Hell yeah!" Brooke said in an excited tone. "We are only like the three hottest trophy wives around! I say you change out of those disgusting paint splattered things you actually call clothes, we really get dressed and hit the town."
"Brooke…"
"What? We're a walking beer commercial, we may as well flaunt it. Besides, let the guys have their fun tonight."
Peyton sighed. Brooke could talk Moses himself into a party.
"Fine", she finally relented. "We can go upstairs and see what clothes are packed away."
"Yay! Fun!" Brooke clapped and giggled. "And this is South Beach. We are so not in Tree Hill anymore. Remember, Pey…lots of leg and lots of cleavage."
"I'm an A cup, Brooke, remember?" Peyton laughed as Brooke led the way to the boxes that housed the clothes.
"Well, you don't have to be. Welcome to Miami, second home of the country's best plastic surgeons, coming in only second to L.A. They nip, tuck, cut, and suck anything."
"Oh joy", Peyton said sarcastically. "What I've always dreamed of. A magical place to make my superficial dreams come true."
Brooke shrugged.
"Of course. You've come to the right place. You can be in religion, race, or sex…sometimes all in one weekend."
Peyton just laughed and shook her head.
"I had forgotten how much I missed your crazy ass, you know that?"
The three looked at each other and giggled. Years and experience, some good and bad had changed all their lives and took them in various different places. But they would always be bonded. You could take the girls out of Tree Hill, but you couldn't take the Tree Hill out of the girls. Nothing else mattered, though. They were all together again.