(Warning! This chapter may be graphic! Don't read out loud!)

Tucker had just broken up with his girlfriend and he was ready for some ladies. So he went out to a party with Brooke, who was the only one who wasn't busy and he someone with him to show off his flirting. At least, that what he said. Brooke was sure that he was just nervous because he hadn't been able to hook up with anyone since Vanessa. So she went with him to the party and he pretended to flirt with her. A bunch of other girls came around and began to flirt with him and he was loving it! Brooke was also having fun, getting a little tipsy and flirting with all these girls' boyfriends. But the more and more they had to drink, the more and more all these other people weren't looking at nice and Brooke and Tucker were having fun with each other. Soon, they had a lot of friends who were willing to drive them home. So when they got upstairs, they looked at each other. They didn't want to go into the apartment Tucker shared with Ben and Danny, for they had some ideas forming in their drunken minds. So instead, they went down the hall to Brooke's way smaller apartment. In her apartment, there was a kitchen that had a regular fridge and a mini fridge made solely for alcohol. She had an end table with chairs around it for a kitchen table with a counter separating it from the living room. In the living room, she had a huge, beer stained red couch and a giant white chair that looked bowl shaped and a huge flat screened TV. behind the living room was the bed with a curved metal bed frame and a dark red duvet comforter and tan pillows that used to be white. The floor was hardwood with a red rug underneath of the bed and two black nightstands with white lamps on them. It definitely looked like a bachelorette pad. As they walked in, Tucker turned around and slammed into Brooke, kissing her and fondling her hard, shutting the door behind her. She returned the kiss while ripping his shirt in half and rubbing his small abs. He reached down her pants and stuck his hand into her panties, rubbing her clit. They sort of waddled over to the bed in this position and she pushed him down, unbuckling his belt. And it was all downhill from there.

Ben woke up and was about to wrap his arm around Brooke and wake her up with a good morning kiss, but was shocked when he saw she wasn't there. That was queer. She had started sleeping with him now, so why she wasn't there now was beyond him. So he climbed out of bed, got dressed, and went next door to her apartment and knocked the door, grinning.

"Oh Broooke. Brooke Bunny? It's me! Your Ben Bear!" He called, using their pet names. When she didn't answer, he unlocked the door, using his key that she had given him. When he entered, his face went into shock when he saw his best friend and his girlfriend lying together naked in bed!

"Oh my god!" He shouted. Brooke and Tucker immediately say up, Brooke holding the blanket to her chest. She looked at Tucker, then Ben, then herself, and she screamed. Tucker did the same, and he screamed. Soon they were all screaming. Then Ben stopped to yell, "what the hell is going on here!?" Brooke took the blanket and swung her legs over, fumbling to get her clothes without taking off the blanket.

"Ben! It's not what you think!" She cried. Ben just stood there, his mouth gaping. "Please, let me explain." She begged, but he ran out of the room and back to his apartment. Brooke quickly got dressed and ran over to the apartment, unlocking the door with her key. She dashed in and ran up to Ben. "Ben please, listen to me! This was an accident! Ben, I swear! Tucker and I got drunk! It was an accident!" Ben wouldn't even face her. "Ben, for the gods' sakes, listen to me!" Suddenly, Ben swung around and smacked her across the face! She fell to the ground screaming, Danny standing in the kitchen feeding Emma, looking shocked and covering the baby's eyes. Meanwhile, Ben was yelling at Brooke. Nobody had known this, Ben had had a few drinks himself the night before.

"Goddammit Brooke! Can't you tell I'm done having this conversation!? Just get the hell out of my house!" Brooke looked at him, tears streaming down her cheeks. Then she stood and ran, passing a stumbling Tucker on the way. "And you better pray to the GODS that you aren't pregnant!" Ben shouted as a last message. There was a sound of a slamming door, which indicated her in her apartment. Tucker took the hint and hid in his room. Danny went up to Ben and punched him in the face. Be n looked at him, shocked. "What the hell was that for!?" He shouted, angrily.

"For being cruel to Brooke! She's our friend! Your girlfriend! And you went and treated her like that!" Ben wiped the blood from his nose and backed up. After all, Danny was like two feet taller than him.

"She's a cheating bitch." Ben stated.

"She was drunk! And so was Tucker, and so the hell were you! It could have been either of you!" Then he turned and headed for the door.

"Where the hell are you going?" Ben demanded. Danny turned back to him.

"I'm going to apologise to my friend, and make sure she's okay. And you, are going to stay here, and take care of your child." Then Danny left and went over to Brooke's apartment, where he slowly opened the door and went in. He heard crying coming from behind a closed door and went in to see Brooke sobbing, kneeling beside a toilet filled with vomit, a pregnancy test in her hand. Danny looked at it and it said negative. He pushed her hair away from her sweaty, tear stained face and hugged her. She buried her face into his shoulder.

"Oh Danny. Last night, I knew what was happening. It's a bit blurry, but I knew what was happening, and I didn't do anything to stop it. I let it happen." Danny patted her back comfortingly.

"Sssshhh. It's okay. You just wait, he'll come crawling back to you." She looked at him.

"That's not what I want." She murmured. "I want last night to disappear. I want to disappear."