"Hey Guys!"

Jill came down the stairs with a big smile.

The other girls smiled back giving their little waves. They were sitting in the living room with Sheryl watching reruns of Saved By The Bell. Brooke and Sheryl weren't quarreling for once, but that was all thanks to their love for Mark Paul Gosselaar and Mario Lopez who played Zach and Slater on the show. If not for them drooling over the television, they would've been fighting for sure.

"Sorry I took long, I was on the phone with my dad."

"That's cool," Peyton got up letting the two girls hone on the show, not wanting to distract them with her talking, "Where we going tonight?"

"I really don't know. Maybe out for dinner then a movie or whatever we feel like doing afterwards."

Brooke took her attention off the screen in order to hear what the two girls were talking about.

"Let's go clubbing afterwards."

Sheryl shot her a look.

"Uhh no let's go raving."

They were at it again, and the tv couldn't save them.

Peyton hushed both of them.

"Quit it guys. First off we're under age so you two can cross clubbing and raving out of the picture because there is no way we'd be able to get in. You should already know that Brooke, that's why we have TRIC nights remember?"

"Yeah Brick you should've known that. After all you're Tree Hill's notorious #1 bar slut remember," Sheryl smirked.

Brooke was furious. She tried to play Miss nice Brooke, but there was only so much she could tolerate, and the blonde wasn't making it easy for her at all. The only thing she could do was fake laugh, either that or run her over with Jill's jeep which she was seriously considering.

"Funny, did you make that up all by yourself? But don't worry, with you in town that makes me number two, your title's still safe."

Sheryl looked at Brooke like she was ready to pounce on her. Brooke the same, only in her mind Jill's jeep was revving up.

"Stop it," Peyton jumped into the ring, "no ones a slut okay. We're trying to have a civilized night together."

"Yeah," Jill looked sad, "the more we stand around fighting the less time we have to have fun."

Both Sheryl and Brooke noticed Jill's hurt look. They kind of felt bad for being so childish.

"You're right model girl, sorry for that display. Let's have fun tonight. I'll postpone the fighting for another day."

"Yeah," Sheryl got out as she hugged her bestfriend, "fun sounds better than bitching."

"Okay good, let's get a move on it then."

The other three got up from their seats and walked to the foyer. All four girls looked rather ravishing all dolled up.

"I'm just going to go the bathroom before we go," Sheryl smiled as she ascended the stairs disappearing above them.

"Don't you have a washroom down here?" Brooke remembered Jill's powder room next to the living room.

"The sink's busted in there, the plumber's coming next week to fix it."

Both girls nodded their hands in understandment.

"Oh before we go," Peyton jumped up, "you were going to lend me your sketches remember, the ones you made back in Charlotte."

"Oh yeah I forgot about those, let me get them for you."

"Don't worry, I'll get them."

"Okay, they're by my bed in the black portfolio."

Peyton nodded as she went up the stairs, leaving Brooke and Jill in the foyer. Turning the corner to her room, something stopped her from going in, she didn't know what it was but it happened. Peeking in she noticed Sheryl in the room. That was weird Peyton thought, Sheryl was supposed to be in the bathroom. She shrugged it off but was caught off guard when she saw Sheryl looking around suspiciously. Peyton moved back covering herself from sight. She thought about leaving but decided to stay and watch what she was up to. Peeking from the corner of the doorway she saw Sheryl take money from Jill's purse. She wasn't exactly sure if it was Jill's but the way Sheryl seemed so alert gave everything away.

Peyton had seen enough, she turned back where she came from and headed down the stairs. So many things were going through her mind. One was, what the hell was Sheryl doing stealing money? Why? And from her bestfriend? Maybe Brooke was right, Sheryl couldn't be trusted. She was so nice though. Peyton was so deep in thought she didn't notice Jill talking to her.

"Peyton!"

"Huh?"

"I thought you were going to grab the sketches?"

"Oh yeah, you know what? I'll just get them from you on Monday, I can wait."

Jill nodded before turning her head to see Sheryl coming down the stairs with a big smile.

"Dinner's on me tonight," she squealed.

"Aww Sheryl you don't have to."

But I want to. It's not everyday I get to see my bestfriend," she grabbed hold of Jill's arm and lead her out the door.

Peyton walked behind with Brooke sporting a new look towards Sheryl, it wasn't a good one.