Sorry it's been a little while since I updated, I've been busy with exams and juggling two fics is pretty hard. Anyway here is the Halloween party as promised, but it's kind of morphed into something else as well now…oh well you'll see!

Thank you so much for your awesome reviews, they really force me to sit down and write even when I think I'm not in the mood, and then I end up enjoying it as always! Also, thank you all so much for your suggestions for costumes, I've tried to incorporate a few of them…

"So, what are we going to do on Halloween this year?" Carrie asked, as she and Brooke walked through campus on their way to get some lunch.

Brooke shrugged. "I dunno, hit a few parties, get a little drunk, eat some candy…why what did you have in mind?" She giggled, and Carrie laughed.

"Sound good to me. Now, the more important question, what are you going to wear?"

Brooke raised an eyebrow thinking, but at that moment they were interrupted by Dave jogging up to them. "Yo chicas, you going to get some food?"

"Yup."

"Can I come with?"

"If you promise never to call us chicas again."

"You got it."

Carrie chuckled and Brooke shook her head.

"So what were you…um…ladies, talking about?"

"Halloween."

"Ooh, deciding on costumes? May I recommend," he tipped his head on one side and looked at Carrie, "Um…sexy cowgirl. And…" he looked at Brooke, "Sexy Space chick."

"Yeah, in your dreams Dave," Carrie laughed.

"Wo wo wo, she gets cowgirl and I get space chick? What the hell is that?"

Dave shrugged and chuckled. "Sorry, you can be a sexy nurse if you want…in fact, I don't really mind - "

"As long as it's sexy, yeah we got it," Carrie cut in.

"Actually, I was thinking about Catwoman," Brooke said idly, as they continued walking.

Carrie smirked, but Dave's eyes lit up, "Now you're talking!"

"I know who'd like that!" Carrie taunted, a twinkle in her eye.

Brooke hit her on the arm as they made their way into the café, "Oh give it a rest!"

Brooke came into Lucas' room to see him working at his desk. He greeted her with a vague 'hey' and she went over to him and rested her hands on his shoulders, and her chin on top of his head. "Hey back atcha Broody, watcha doin'?"

Lucas chuckled. "Learning."

"I see. Boring."

"And necessary."

Brooke rolled her eyes.

"So have you thought about Halloween yet?" she asked, as she dropped down onto his bed.

He looked round from his desk. "Um…should I have?"

She gave him a look as if to say 'duh'. "Yes! It takes a lot of planning."

Lucas chuckled. "Okay, I'll get right to it after my Steinberg essay!" he quipped.

"You know, why do I get the feeling that you're not in the spirit of this holiday?"

"Brooke come on, it's barely a holiday. It's just something to satisfy our sugar urges till Thanksgiving and Pecan pie."

"Jeez, no need to be so cynical, Mr. Scrooge."

Lucas gave her a look. "He was Christmas."

She waved a hand, "Same difference. Anyway, you'd better get thinking about a costume, because I fully expect you to hit a few parties with me."

"Okay, fine, I'll think of something," he conceded. "Who are you gonna be?"

She shrugged and stood up, heading for the door. "Maybe Catwoman." She headed out, Lucas looked after her, eyebrow raised. Huh, maybe this holiday wasn't such a bad idea after all.

"Now remind me why we're here again? I thought we were looking for Halloween costumes."

Carrie rolled her eyes. "Well you never know, we might wear a ball gown as a costume. Anyway I just wanted to show you this shop because look how gorgeous they are!" She ran a hand over a deep purple dress, her face acquiring the look of someone tortured by something they couldn't have.

Brooke chuckled. "They are pretty amazing."

"Oh my god look at this one!" Carrie touched the edge of a dark red and black patterned dress. "Do you think it would clash with my hair?"

"No I think you'd look amazing in it. You know," Brooke said, eyes glinting, "I can think of someone else who I bet would agree…"

Carrie glared at her, "I guess I deserve that."

"Yeah, it's payback time. Which reminds me, I've been meaning to ask. What's going on with that anyway? Have you spoken to Toby much since last week?"

"You mean since he and Lucas beat the hell out of Drake in a club?"

Brooke rolled her eyes. "He only hit him once."

Carrie laughed. "Anyway, yeah a little. I'm kind of…vaguely waiting for him to ask me out. Not that I think he will or anything," she added quickly.

"Carrie you just totally contradicted yourself. Which means you're making no sense, which means you're totally in love!" Brooke grinned.

Carrie rolled her eyes. "I'm not even going to pretend I understand you're logic, because as we both know you never make sense, because you've been in love since forever and so live in a land of snowflakes and bluebells where everyone understands you whatever you say and where you and Lucas - "

Brooke cut her off. "Quit changing the subject! We were talking about this dress, and how you should get it and give Toby a total coronary when he sees you in it."

"But when would I wear it? It's not like I could wear it for Halloween, who would I be?"

Brooke shrugged and continued making her way through the shop, "I don't know, whoever…a hot girl in a dress, no once cares."

"But what's the fun in that? I love dressing up – you have to be someone. Who wears a dress like that, like in a movie or something? Brooke?" She turned a corner and found Brooke standing staring at something.

"Oh my god, I think I'm in love."

"You're finally admitting it?"

Brooke didn't even reprimand her. "With this dress! Oh my god Carrie look at it."

Carrie did, and found Brooke was pretty much right. It was long and a deep shade of green, almost turquoise. It flowed downwards as if it was woven out of water and had a slightly curving neck with a hint of lace at the top. It was held up by thin straps and Carrie could see from the cut that it would fit Brooke like a dream.

"You have to try it on," she said immediately. "You just have to! Go now, try it on."

Brooke turned to her, her face stricken. "But then what if I love it? It's not like I can buy it."

"Yes you can! Come on didn't you just get some money from your parents."

"Carrie look around this shop! This is a New York boutique, this dress is probably more than a whole months allowance. I need to live on that money!"

"Yeah we'll worry about you eating later, for now just try it on, please!"

Brooke relented and took the dress through to a fitting room, where a shop assistant showed her into an area behind a thick red curtain.

Carrie waited tapping her foot, until Brooke pulled back the curtain a minute later.

Her jaw dropped and she stood speechless for a second. "Wow I swear…if I was gay…"

Brooke bit her lip, smiling. "Does it do it?"

"Yeah! It certainly does it!"

Brooke turned and looked at herself in the mirror, "Oh my god Carrie I want it so much!"

Carrie bit her lip, "Have you asked how much it costs?"

Brooke nodded slowly, cringing. "It's a lot."

Carrie hesitated. "Do you have it?"

Brooke nodded slowly again. "It would basically clean me out."

Carrie looked at Brooke's reflection in the mirror, then she shook her head. "Okay, we're going halves."

"No way! Carrie no."

"No, seriously, you just have to get it. Consider it your early birthday present."

"My birthday's not for months!"

"Then Christmas. I'm a little loaded right now I can afford it, and hey, we can just cut down on caramel machiattos next month."

Brooke turned to Carrie. "What about the other dress?"

Carrie gave a little shrug. "My birthday's in a month. I'll send a picture to my parents." She grinned and Brooke grinned back. "You have no idea how grateful - "

"Yeah yeah come on! I always wanted to see what they do when you actually buy something in one of these places…"

"It's so beautiful."

"I know."

"I can't believe you actually own it."

"I know."

The two girls were sitting on Brooke's bed in her room, staring up at the dress that was hanging from the back of their door.

"So I've been thinking. You've gotta wear it right. So I was trying to think of who you could be, and I came up with…Titania."

Brooke raised an eyebrow. "The queen of the fairies?"

"Very good! You know your Shakespeare. Yes, the queen of the fairies from 'A Midsummer Night's Dream', one of my all time favourite plays," she added.

"Okay…then wouldn't I need an Oberon?"

Carrie tipped her head on one side, "Hmm…good point…somehow I don't see Lucas in tights…"

Brooke burst out laughing at the thought.

"Oh my god! You should get Freddie to be him!"

"Freddie?"

"Oh come on – King of the Fairies? That's good!"

Brooke cracked up laughing. "That is pretty good!" She continued to giggle and then stood up. "Well, as much as I hate to leave you…and the dress of course, I gotta go to class."

"Kay, while you're there try to think who I can be, I still have no ideas."

"Gotcha. Seeya chica."

Carrie gave her look.

"What? I just said Dave couldn't say it!"

Carrie shook her head as Brooke exited the room, a lay back on her bed, picking her book up from her bedside table. A few minutes later there was a light knock on the door.

"Come in," she called. Toby stuck his head inside. "Um, hi! Can I talk to you for a minute?"

"Sure, come in." Carrie smiled and moved up on her bed so Toby could sit down.

"Okay, I gotta be quick because I have a class, but…how would you like to go to the Ivory Ball?"

Carrie's eyes widened. "As in…New York social event of the year coming up in two weeks where the city's elite dance to fantastic music, drink ridiculously expensive champagne and generally make merry in one of the most exclusive venues in the country?"

Toby chuckled. "I see you know the advertising pitch! And, yeah."

"I would love to!"

"My aunt's on the committee that organises it, and so she got me a few tickets. I thought you might want to come with me." He gave a little shrug.

"Yeah, I will totally come with you."

"And then I've got a couple of spares, so I thought Brooke might want to come."

Carrie nodded. "Definitely. Oh, are you giving one to Lucas?"

Toby frowned for a second, and Carrie added quickly, "For Brooke!"

"Oh right," he smiled, "I thought for a second…never mind. Um, yeah definitely."

Carrie reddened. "I just thought…"

"Yeah…"

"Okay, well, it sounds amazing. Thanks so much Toby."

He smiled. "My pleasure. So, I'll…see you later."

"Yeah." She touched his hand briefly and he smiled before leaving the room.

Carrie held in her excitement till she was pretty sure he would be out of ear shot, and then threw her arms up in the air. "We're going to the Ivory Ball!"

"Damn," she muttered, as she lowered them, "Where is Brooke when you need her?"

Brooke was just as excited as Carrie was to hear about the Ivory Ball, and then even more so when Carrie reminded her it would be the perfect opportunity to wear her dress.

The ball was the day after Halloween, so their plans for that night were a little overshadowed by their anticipation for the party to follow.

However, Halloween in the end was a lot of fun. Although Dave (and Lucas) had been very disappointed when Brooke had informed them she would not be going as Catwoman, their spirits rose considerably when Carrie and Brooke turned up to the party as a devil and angel respectively.

"Wo! Hot stuff. That is a considerable amount of red leather you have on there Caroline Grey," Toby said, as they entered the house.

Carrie gave him a mock glare, and Brooke giggled.

Lucas turned around hearing Brooke's laugh, and tipped his head on one side, surveying the girls. "Well, it's not a black cat suit, but it'll do."

Brooke hit him playfully, and he chuckled. "It's awesome Cheery."

"Thank you. I think the wings are a nice touch."

"Well they kind of make the costume considering it's pretty much just a nightie apart form that," Carrie said.

Brooke elbowed her hard, and Carrie grinned. "Come on, lets do some damage."

"Oh my god Brooke, I swear: men are dogs." Carrie said, as she came into the kitchen of the house.

Brooke chuckled. "It's taken you that long to figure it out Carr?"

"I've been hit on like a hundred times tonight."

Brooke turned to Carrie. "Carrie, I am wearing lingerie, okay? Do not complain to me about getting hit on."

Carrie chuckled. "Lucas hasn't been around to defend your honour?"

"No he has, but I've pretty much perfected the art of blowing people off by now…"

"Speaking of," Carrie nodded her head, indicating Lucas coming over. "Here comes Mr. Jones now."

"Oh! That's who he is? Indiana Jones, of course."

"You didn't get who I was?" Lucas said, catching one of her hands as he leant against the counter opposite her, and interlacing his fingers with hers.

"I kind of half figured it out," Brooke said, waving it away. "You need the hat."

"Yeah I had one, but I left it somewhere," Lucas looked around vaguely.

"Ooh do you have a wip?"

Lucas raised an eyebrow and Brooke shrugged. "Indian Jones always had a wip!"

He chuckled. "I had some rope – that's lying around somewhere too."

"Tut tut Broody, you gotta take better care of your stuff. You know, if some … arks needed raiding or whatever you'd be totally useless."

"What you don't think I'd make a good action hero?"

Brooke laughed and Lucas looked mock-offended.

"I think you'd be safer sticking with basketball."

"But action heroes get all the girls."

Brooke shrugged. "Not all the girls."

Lucas smiled.

"Sports stars get a look in every now and again."

"Does that mean I have to be an Allstar before you'll date me?"

Brooke smirked. "Well I don't now…we'll see…you might have to at least turn pro."

Lucas chuckled and smiled at her, and she smiled back. Lucas had an urge to push the subject, but he figured now wasn't the time, so instead he pushed himself off the counter, tugging on her hand. "Come on, I wanna dance."

"Since when did you ever drag me off to dance?"

Lucas chuckled. "Oh I don't know, must be the action hero in me coming out."

"Broody, it's James Bond who dances…I don't think Indiana Jones ever does."

Lucas attempted to think of a witty comeback but failed, and by that time they had reached the main room in which people were dancing. So he just waved her away with a 'whatever', and she grinned, pleased with herself, as she slid her hands up his chest to his neck, and they began to dance.

"Ugh…"

"Brooke, come on, you gotta get up."

"No."

"It's already twelve."

"Shit!" Brooke sat up quickly, and saw Carrie standing over her with her hands on her hips, looking a little the worse for wear, but upright at least.

"We need to get ready!"

"Exactly. We have manicures at one so hurry up."

"Okay, I'm up." She dragged herself out of bed and headed over to her dresser.

"What?" She asked suspiciously, as she caught sight of Carrie grinning in her mirror.

"Oh, nothing."

Brooke turned round, placing her hands on her hips. "What?"

"Saw Loverboy sneaking out of our room at 10 O'clock this morning."

Brooke rolled her eyes, "We didn't do anything Carrie. And he didn't sneak out anyway, he woke me up before he left."

"And then you went back to sleep! Brooke!"

"What? I was tired," Brooke said laughing.

"Tired huh? I wonder why…"

Brooke just gave her a look and turned back to her mirror. "But…" she raised an eyebrow and looked back over her shoulder. "Speaking of sneaking around in rooms, where were you last night?"

Carrie reddened slightly, and shrugged. "Nowhere."

Brooke threw a pillow at her. "You so hooked up with Toby!"

Carrie caught the pillow and collapsed back onto her bed, grinning. "Maybe a little."

Lucas and Toby waited in the foyer of their apartment building, not talking much, a little nervous about the night. They heard the sound of high heels on the stairs and both looked up.

"Wo…" Toby breathed.

Brooke smiled as she saw Lucas waiting at the bottom of the stairs. Her smile became intrigued as she approached him; he had a look on his face she had never seen before. Sort of happy and nervous and scared and amazed all at the same time.

"Hi," she said quietly as she stopped in front of him.

Lucas' voice caught in his throat, "Hi," he managed. "You look…beautiful." He could think of no better word…she was stunning and gorgeous and sexy and just … beautiful.

Her smiled widened a little and she rested a hand on his chest. "You don't clean up too bad yourself."

He chuckled, and she turned towards the door, he slipped a hand onto her back, unable to keep his eyes of her in this dress.

"So…are we getting a cab or what?" Carrie asked, as Toby led her to the door.

"Oh no, we're riding in style."

"A limo?" she asked, eyebrows raised.

"Please. Too tacky." He pushed open the door to reveal a 1965 black Bentley, hubcaps shining and fully equipped with a friendly chauffeur with a twinkle in his eye.

"Now you're just spoiling us!"

Toby and Lucas watched the girls descend the steps to the car excitedly.

"Remind me what we did to deserve them again?" Toby asked.

Lucas chuckled. "I don't know man…saved the world in a past life?"

"Dammit Brooke we didn't bring coats. It's gonna be freezing later," Carrie remembered, as they sat in the car on their way to the party.

"Well we did," Lucas said chuckling, "We figured you'd forget something as practical as coats so we picked them up from your room earlier."

"Oh my god Broody!" Brooke placed her hand on her heart.

Carrie bit her lip, smiling. "You guys! That's the sweetest thing ever!"

Toby grinned. "Yeah, we thought that deserved a little praise." Carrie kissed him briefly as a reward.

"Now, I have to warn you all about my aunt." Toby said.

Brooke rolled her eyes. "I'm sure she'll be lovely, she cannot be worse than Luke's family."

Lucas chuckled. "Yeah, especially when they're all together!"

"She's just a little…old world. She's big on the New York social scene and she's kind of into…all that kind of money stuff," he waved a hand.

"Hey, does this mean you're totally loaded?" Brooke asked.

Toby reddened slightly. "Um, a little."

Brooke nodded slowly, "Nice catch Carr."

Carrie rolled her eyes.

"Wow," Brooke breathed, as they all made their way into the party. The hall was decorated beautifully and was full of women in gorgeous dresses and men in smart tuxes all drinking flutes of the finest champagne.

"Oh my god, Toby this is amazing."

Toby smiled and squeezed Carrie's hand. "Good." She grinned at him. "Okay, if you guys want to get some drinks I'm just going to find my aunt and say hi."

They nodded and went of to one of the long cloth covered tables.

Toby found his aunt and politely waited for her to finish a conversation about New Hampshire second homes before he greeted her.

"Toby! It's wonderful to see you darling I'm so glad you could come. Now where's this girl of yours, I'm dying to see her."

"Oh, she's over there getting a drink."

"The redhead?" she asked.

"Yup. Caroline Grey."

"So that's the future on the Harling dynasty?" she asked, smiling.

"Aunt Lizzie, it's our first date," Toby laughed.

Elizabeth chuckled. "I'm sorry my boy, you know you have to forgive my socialite ways. She's beautiful Toby," she said sincerely, and Toby smiled. "Thank you."

"I must ask, who's that other gorgeous girl she's talking to?"

"That's Brooke," Toby replied, "And the guy is my friend Lucas."

"I see. Quite a pair," Elizabeth said, approvingly. Toby rolled his eyes. "I'll see you later Aunt Lizzie," he said, kissing her on the cheek, and she waved him off, and watched him lead Caroline away to the dance floor.

Elizabeth smiled to herself as her eyes drifted back to Brooke and Lucas, who had continued talking. She loved young people, especially attractive ones. She hated how shallow this made her appear, but it was true; they reminded her of when she was a young deb, dating a string of eligible young bachelors.

She had a soft spot for young lovers; it always made her happy to see genuine feelings in a really good match. She watched as the girl giggled at one of the boy's jokes, as he smiled over the top of his champagne glass. Yes, she very much wanted to meet them.

Brooke was getting another drink after meeting what felt like a hundred people with the others when Elizabeth approached her.

"Hello dear, I thought I'd just introduce myself. I'm Toby's aunt, Elizabeth Harling"

Brooke smiled as she heard this, and kissed the cheek the older woman offered. "Brooke Davis. It's a pleasure to meet you Mrs Harling. Thank you so much for the tickets, the party's wonderful."

"It was no trouble at all dear, and please, call me Elizabeth. Did you say your name was Brooke Davis?"

Brooke nodded, "Yes."

"It's probably just a coincidence, but your grandmother wasn't Annabel Davis by any chance? Formerly Annabel Sharp?"

Brooke smiled widely. "Yes she was! Did you know her?"

"I did as a matter of fact, gosh how wonderful that you're her granddaughter. Yes now I think about it you look very like her. Of course, I never knew her in her prime, but I hear she was quite stunning."

Brooke blushed slightly and smiled.

"I was very sad to hear she passed away."

Brooke nodded sadly. "She was an amazing woman, I miss her."

Elizabeth shook her head, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't be talking about it. I meant to ask you about the striking young man you have with you; Lucas, I think Toby said his name was."

Brooke smiled and nodded. "Lucas Scott."

"You make a beautiful couple," Elizabeth commented, smiling.

Brooke smiled back. "Thank you."

"Boyfriend?"

"Um, friend."

Elizabeth hesitated, and then nodded, her eyes twinkling. "I see. Well, have a good night." She smiled at Brooke once more and then moved on. Brooke bit her lip, unable to stop the smile from returning to her own lips as she thought of what the woman had said.

She was shaken from her thoughts by a hand on her waist. "You ready to dance now?" His voice was soft in her ear as he stood behind her.

She turned around, grinning. "Definitely."

The slow notes of 'The Way You Look Tonight' drifted across the room, and couples moved a little closer together on the dance floor.

As Lucas felt Brooke gently rest her head on his shoulder and give a little sigh, he thought to himself that he had a pretty good idea of what Frank Sinatra was singing about.

Some day, when I'm awfully low,
When the world is cold,
I will feel a glow just thinking of you...
And the way you look tonight.

Yes you're lovely, with your smile so warm
And your cheeks so soft,
There is nothing for me but to love you,
And the way you look tonight.

Brooke breathed in the smell of Lucas' neck as they danced, letting him guide her through the steps, feeling safe with his arm firmly round her, and her hand closed in his.

With each word your tenderness grows,
Tearing my fear apart...
And that laugh that wrinkles your nose,
It touches my foolish heart.

Lovely ... Never, ever change.
Keep that breathless charm.
Won't you please arrange it ?
'Cause I love you ... Just the way you look tonight.

As the song drew to a close Brooke looked up at Lucas, and found his eyes already on her. She froze as her lips came tantalizingly close to his, and then opened her mouth to say something, but found she had nothing to say.

He hesitated for a second, and then dipped his head, till she could feel her breath mix with his. Her heart rate doubled and her eyes half closed, and then suddenly a new, faster, song began, jerking them both out of the moment.

She looked up at Lucas, and saw him smiling sadly. "Thanks for the dance Brooke," he whispered. She gave him the tiniest of smiles, and he leant forward slowly and kissed her on the cheek. She closed her eyes for a second, savouring the feel of his lips on her skin, and then he slid his hand into hers and they left the dance floor.

"Can you imagine living this kind of life?" Lucas asked, as he and Brooke surveyed the room in front of them.

"God it used to be my dream," Brooke said, watching all the elegant women moving round the room, dipping in and out of conversations.

Lucas looked at her. "Really?"

"Yeah! When I was younger my grandmother would occasionally take me to these kind of parties, and I loved it so much. She would always get me a new dress, and do my make-up, or, as much make-up as a seven year old wears, and she would take me round with her."

Lucas smiled as he thought of little Brooke being shown of to all her grandmother's waspy friends.

"I bet they loved you."

Brooke laughed. "They would all pinch my cheeks and tell me how cute I was. And, well you know me, I always did like being the centre of attention!"

Lucas chuckled and Brooke smiled. "I kind of miss it."

He wrapped an arm round her and rubbed her back. "Because you miss her."

Brooke nodded and leant her head on his shoulder. "Yeah…she was the only member of my family I ever really felt close to."

Lucas looked down at her. "She'd be really proud of you Brooke."

Brooke smiled up at him. "Thanks Luke."

Brooke laughed as Lucas twirled her off the dance floor and over to where Carrie and Toby had just appeared.

Toby laughed as they came to a stop. "Guys this has been awesome but it's getting late. Do you think I should call the driver?"

Brooke looked up at Lucas, and he shrugged. "Sure, we don't want to be here when everyone starts leaving."

Brooke nodded in agreement, and Toby brought out his phone.

"Oh Toby, I'm just going to say thank you to your aunt, is she around?" Lucas asked.

"Oh yeah, she's just over there," Toby pointed him in the right direction, and Lucas went over.

"Hi Mrs Harling. I'm Lucas Scott. I just wanted to thank you for - "

"Oh it was my pleasure," she cut him off. "It's lovely to meet you Lucas. I was talking to your girl earlier." She stopped as she saw Lucas open his mouth to say something, and waved him away. "Your friend, sorry," she corrected herself, eyes twinkling once more. Lucas chuckled and looked down.

"Anyway, I wanted to advise you to hold on to that one," she gave him a look, "I don't know whether you noticed but she attracted quite a bit of attention this evening. She's the most beautiful girl in here, and she clearly has a bit of a soft spot for you. Now, I happen to pride myself on being rather a good matchmaker. I'll tell you, if I was at NYU right now you two would have been together months ago. Sadly, I'm no longer 19," she smiled, "So this is the best I can do."

Lucas chuckled, "Well thank you for the advice Mrs Harling." He looked over his shoulder at Brooke and Carrie talking, and Elizabeth saw his eyes dance as he watched her. He turned back and smiled. "I fully intend to take it."

"Sooner rather than later I hope," Elizabeth said, and patted his arm. "It was good to meet you Lucas." She smiled once more, and then moved off into the crowd. Lucas grinned to himself, and his eyes turned back to Brooke. She looked up and saw him watching her, and gave him a little smile. He returned it, and then she rolled her eyes and waved him over.

"Get over here," Brooke said, as he came into her reach and she pulled his hand. He chuckled and wrapped an arm round her waist, pulling her towards him and dropping a kiss on her head.

Carrie smiled and them both and Lucas turned to her. "So where's Toby?"

"He just went to get our coats," she explained, and a second later Toby was approaching them, the coats over his arm.

Lucas took Brooke's and slid it onto her shoulders, and she leaned back against him once it was on, wanting him to wrap his arms round her again. She smiled to herself as she felt his hands rest on her hips, where they remained as Toby checked on the whereabouts of the car.

"Okay, all set. He's waiting outside." Toby said, as he flipped his phone shut.

Lucas took a step back from Brooke, supporting her with his hands until she no longer leaned back, and then slipping his hand into hers.

They headed outside into the cool night breeze, and made their way to the car.

"Aw, it's such a beautiful night!" Brooke said, and she looked up at the stars above them. Lucas looked down at her and smiled. "Yeah, it really is."

Phew! Long chapter, so please review! I hope you enjoyed the parties, and please don't kill me about the almost-kiss!

I'm afraid next week I have a friend staying with me so I doubt I'll be able to update. Sorry about that but I'll try to get a new chapter up in a little over a weeks time.

Also, added disclaimer: I don't own the song 'the way you look tonight' or Frank Sinatra...cos that would be weird...