Brooke groaned and rolled over, pushing her hair out of her mouth. She pulled her blanket higher up around her shoulders and cuddled into the shoulder next to her. She brushed away the messy blonde hair, so that her chin could rest comfortably onto the unfairly warm skin next to her.

"You know, Brooke, if you're going to be getting all frisky with me, I'm going to have to leave."

Brooke opened her eyes and laughed as Peyton rolled over too. Peyton smiled and held out her arm, letting Brooke come in closer.

"You slept really well," Peyton said, stroking Brooke's back. Brooke nodded.

"I missed this."

Peyton laughed. "Do you think we're ever going to get too old for it? Like... when will it become less adorable to wake up to you and more... disgusting old lesbians?"

"I'm rooting for never."

Peyton nodded and sighed. "So... ready for the deep stuff?"

"Mmm..." Brooke moaned, clenching her eyes tight.

"I think you and Lucas were doing the nasty, because you liked the idea of not caring. Because that's who you used to be. And you thought you could pull it off. But then new Brooke came in and ruined it for you, because she was thinking all rationally and following her head instead of her hormones. And Lucas let himself be retarded because of how hot you are."

Brooke raised her head off Peyton's arm and raised an eyebrow. "That's your deep stuff?"

"Yeah, why? Not impressed."

She shrugged. "Everyone's talking so much; I guess I'm used to it." She lowered her head again and wrapped her arm around Peyton's waist.

"Just be happy, okay, Brooke? That's all I really want for you."

"Me too."

Peyton bent her head over and kissed the top of Brooke's head. Brooke giggled.

"Okay, it just got weird."

Peyton laughed too. "Shut up." She hit her with the puffy bear lying at the top of Brooke's bed. The door opened, and Nathan and Haley came in.

"Well, well. What did I miss?" Haley laughed and crossed her arms over her chest.

"Just the icky lesbian stuff. Now we're going to talk about our feelings." Brooke rolled her eyes but smiled.

"Cool. I'll see you later?" Haley spun on her heel and wrapped her arms around Nathan's neck. He nodded and bent down to lightly kiss her.

"Bye ladies."

"Bye Nathan."

He walked out, but turned back and stuck in his head. "Oh, Peyton, just wondering, but do you still have that web cam, because I know a few guys that would pay to see..."

"Nathan!" Haley shook her head, but mimicked his grin. "Bye."

He smiled again and closed the door. Haley crawled into the bed on Brooke's other side.

"So what are we listening to?"

Peyton pointed to a record cover on the desk. "Elvis Costello. You like?"

Haley nodded. "It's kind of sad, though."

"No. He loves her. She's running off with his best friend and some husband, and she's not really that smart, but he loves her anyway."

"Plus it's got a good beat," Brooke confirmed.

"Nathan!" Lucas yelled out loud enough for Nathan to take his earphones out. He caught up to Nathan's pace and wiped his forehead.

"How's your jaw?" Nathan asked.

"Still works."

"I'm kind of sorry about that. I didn't mean to assume stuff."

"No, it's cool. I haven't exactly been making the best decisions recently."

"So what do you want?"

"I can't just want to hang out?"

"I saw her this morning. She's looking real good."

"Well, I knew that."

"She wasn't crying either, which is new; but she was in bed with Peyton, so you can't really blame her."

"I didn't do anything with Peyton. We were just talking. I swear."

"Fine. Whatever, I didn't really think you were that stupid."

"So... what was it? I mean, I haven't seen you that mad since, like, two years ago?"

Nathan shrugged, increasing their speed a little. "I want you guys to be happy. Being with Peyton wouldn't do anything but make everything worse."

"But since when do you care so much about me and Brooke?"

"She helped me with Haley. She knew what I wanted and she fixed it. I figured I may as well try the same for her."

Lucas nodded as they slowed to catch their breath. "She's really a bit amazing."

Nathan put his hand on Lucas's back. "She is. So what's with all this that you're doing to her?"

"She did it to me."

"But she's sorry. And if she can forgive you for that stuff you pulled with Peyton, the least you can do is love her back."

Lucas shook his head. "I wanted to be in love with her so badly. All I wanted was to be with her, and to hold her, and to know that she wouldn't be thinking of anything else."

"And you think she was thinking of Keller every time she was with you?"

"No. That was a mistake. But she obviously didn't want to be with me half as much as I wanted to be with her."

"And that's why she told you she loved you and let you do whatever you wanted to her. That's why she cries so goddamn much."

"It's easier to look back and see mistakes than it is to not make them anymore. And if I'm with her... well, if she could hurt me so badly before... I can't even imagine how bad it would be if I fell further in love with her, and she did it again."

"But why go back just to have sex with her? And if you say it was just because she was hot and willing, you seriously won't be able to breathe."

Lucas shrugged, starting up again. "It was nice to pretend. And when she kissed me back, I just... she's so amazing."

"Why don't you tell her? You know she wants to talk to you."

"No, she doesn't."

"Why the hell not?"

"I was stupid. And it got...bad. I...I didn't really know where to stop."

"Oh right, where you told her you didn't love her, but then you fucked her anyway? Yeah, that was bad."

"I didn't... fuck her. I couldn't... and why do we have to call it that anyway? It just sounds so cheap."

"Dude, you 'made love' to her on the floor of the locked room. And you're worried about cheap?"

"She told you about that?"

"Haley did."

"Shit. So I guess me and Haley are over too."

"Man, now you were having an affair with my wife too?"

Lucas opened his mouth, but when he looked up Nathan was smiling. He choked on a laugh. "What can I say; I'm a bit of a whore."

Nathan bobbed his head, still with a slight smile on his lips. "You know, Luke, it's your life. But if you spend the whole time worrying about being hurt... that's not really a way to live."

Brooke giggled, wrapping her arms around her knees. Peyton took a step back and threw up her arms.

"Magnifique."

"Spin, baby, spin." Brooke laughed again, standing up and walking over to Haley. Haley rolled her eyes, but spun anyway, giggling too as she slowed.

"You know, Haley, you could be an amazing goth. So if the whole jock boy doesn't work for you, seriously. Go for..."

"A Satan worshipper," Brooke affirmed, wiping a tiny bit at the layers of eyeliner and mascara on Haley's eyes.

"All right, you guys, can I take this off now?" Haley twisted the corset around her slightly, making Brooke and Peyton erupt into giggles.

"Wait! Picture." Brooke grabbed the Polaroid camera off her bedside table and leaned backward. "Say fuck off."

Haley bent back her middle and ring fingers and stuck out her tongue, making Brooke laugh even harder as she clicked the button.

"Well, that was sexy." Peyton nodded.

"Tutor Girl! Let's do sexy tutor..." Brooke shrieked.

"You guys, I'm not a Barbie doll."

"You better get used to it, Haley." Peyton laughed, helping Haley unlace her corset. "Take it from someone who's been friends with her for a long time."

"Why aren't you used to this, Hales?" Brooke asked, pulling out button downs from her closet. "Lucas not much into the kinky stuff?"

Peyton and Haley's faces lost the crinkles by their eyes, and Haley changed her smile. Brooke found a leather skirt and tossed it onto her bed. She looked up at their identical looks of sympathy.

"You guys are going to have to stop doing that eventually." She choked out a laugh, and turned back to her closet.

"Brooke..."

"Just because I say his name, doesn't mean I'm going to fall apart."

Brooke's phone rang across the room. She dropped the clothes and hangers in her hands and ignored the call.

"Brooke?" Haley asked, pulling her tee shirt back over her head.

"I'm over it. He's just... my ex from a few years ago."

"But Brooke, if you love him..." Peyton started.

"I don't. What's the point of loving someone who isn't going to love you back?"

"You can't help how you feel." Peyton touched her back, and Brooke quickly crossed her arms.

"Can we just sex up Tutor Girl over here?"

"Yeah. Okay."

"Where are your glasses, Haley?"

Haley groaned and picked them up off her bed.

"Here. Try... this one." Brooke handed her a white button down and wiped at Haley's eyes again. Haley took off her shirt and put the white one on instead. They got the last button as the doorbell rang. Haley rubbed at her makeup, but Brooke put her hand on her arm.

"Get the stuff off of her eyes," she directed towards Peyton as she walked to the door.

Brooke opened it and tilted her head. "Karen? What are you doing here?"

"Oh. Brooke, hi. I was just... well, I was wondering if you girls would have any idea where my son could be."

"Oh, um, I don't think so, but you can ask Haley." Brooke pulled in her lips and opened the door farther. "Come in."

"Thanks. I'm sorry if I'm interrupting anything."

"Oh no, it's nothing. Just some dress up."

"Oh, really..."

Brooke opened the bedroom door to see Peyton on her knees, adjusting the leather skirt around Haley's hips.

"Ms. Roe." Peyton's cheeks turned bright red. "This isn't what it looks like."

"Dress up, right?"

Haley laughed. "No, Karen, I was thinking about a new look."

Karen laughed too. "Whatever makes you happy, honey. I was just stopping by to find out if any of you know where Luke is."

Haley and Peyton's eyes turned to Brooke, who shook her head and downcast her eyes.

"No, sorry." Haley said.

Karen looked toward Brooke too. "Are you okay, sweetheart?"

"Yeah. Yeah, why?"

Karen looked toward Haley and Peyton. Brooke groaned. "I'm fine."

"Okay, sweetie. I just thought that, well, Lucas definitely isn't fine, so I just wanted to make sure you were better off than he is."

"Karen, thanks for caring, but I really am fine. Really fine." Brooke turned her head to Peyton and Haley.

Karen nodded. "Well, if you ever need to talk, you know, about anything, well, I think we can be friends. And I miss you living in my house."

"Yeah me too." Brooke smiled.

"Not that you need anymore friends other than these two girls."

Brooke nodded. "It's good to know, though. Thanks."

"Of course." Karen patted her arm. "All right, I'm going to go. It was nice to see you ladies."

"Yeah, you too."

Brooke watched her leave, her arms crossed.

"Brooke? You're still fine, right?" Haley asked.

She sighed and rolled her eyes. "Where were we?"