Author's Note: And now the fun begins! I hope you guys enjoy this chapter because I loved writing it! Reviews are always appreciated, as well as any other questions you may have.

Three-Hundred and Sixty-Five

- Chapter 1 -

"Good morning Tree Hill! It's New Year's Eve, and all I can say is…who's ready to get trashed?!" A loud, prepubescent teen's voice blasted through the speakers of Brooke's alarm, ripping her out of a peaceful sleep.

"Uggghhh" Brooke groaned painfully, attempting to shut the radio off. Instead of reaching for the alarm, something else blocked her path. Her hand grazed a large frame, knocking it over. After two unsuccessful attempts with a lazy hand, the voice abruptly stopped. Keeping her eyes closed tightly shut, Brooke sighed heavily as she rolled on to her side. Shocked to feel another warm body in her bed, Brooke withdrew her hand abruptly and jumped up in bed. Rubbing her eyes and doing a double take, she was shocked by what she saw. Lucas Scott was in her bed, and she had no idea how he had gotten there. Somewhat instinctively peaking under the covers, she realized that she was completely naked. That's when panic officially set in. "Luke! Wake up!" Brooke yelled loudly, punching him in the shoulder. "This can't be happening…" Brooke mumbled under her breath as she stood up. Quickly wrapping her robe around her body she began to pace around the room anxiously, unsure of what to do next. "Get up NOW!" Brooke yelled, attempting to wake him by throwing a pillow at him. Lucas had answers, and she wanted them. She wanted them now.

"Just five more minutes, baby" Lucas whined as he nuzzled his face further into his pillow.

"First of all, don't call me baby!" Brooke huffed as marched over to her closet. "And second," Brooke held up two fingers, continuing to yell as she flung her closet door open, "you don't get five more minutes!" Quickly ripping a pair of jeans and a t-shirt off their assigned hangers, Brooke forcefully tugged the shirt over her head. As she pulled her hair out from underneath the white fabric, she suddenly noticed a new edition to her closet: a cap and gown were hung neatly behind her door. "What the…" Brooke spoke slowly as she lightly touched the white fabric. How did this get here? She wasn't supposed to graduate for another four months, if she got her grades up to passing that was. The gowns weren't expected in for at least another two months. Where did this come from? Out of the blue, a loud snore jarred Brooke from her endless stream of questions. This must be some short of mistake, she concluded as she let go of the ivory gown. Poking her head out from the closet, her voice was stern as she snapped back to reality and continued to shout orders at Lucas. "GET UP!" Realizing there was little to no response from him, Brooke groaned angrily. Jumping up and down as she attempted to pull her pants up, she only became more upset. She had tried to be nice, but nice had flown right out the window with whatever remaining sanity she had left. "What are you doing in my bed?" Brooke demanded, firmly resting her hands on her hips.

"Dreaming?" Lucas stated groggily. "Well, I was trying to dream…" Not finishing his sentence, he pulled the comforter over his head in one fluid motion.

"Oh, no you aren't!" Brooke huffed, stripping the comforter aggressively off of his body. "I will not have you having wet dreams about Peyton in my bed!" Lucas' only response was attempting to keep warm by curling up into the fetal position. "Lucas…" Brooke whined as she stomped her feet like a two year-old, "I just washed the sheets!"

"Well, after last night, you'll probably have to wash them again anyway…" Lucas kept his eyes closed shut, a smile played on his lips. "And Peyton is my friend, your best friend. Honestly, Brooke, I thought we had moved past all of this?"

Confused, Brooke did the only thing she could think of: she got mad. What kind of sick joke was he trying to pull? Why was he in her bed when he was dating Peyton? And as far as she knew, she and Peyton weren't even close to best-friend status. The entire situation confused her, but more than anything else, she wondered why she couldn't remember what had happened last night. Not one tiny, insignificant detail.

"Look, I don't know how you ended up here, or what I was drinking last night, but whatever it was, I can assure you I was out of my mind." Sighing heavily, Brooke sat down on the edge of the bed. "I wouldn't do this to Peyton, even if I was drunk" Brooke whispered, running her fingers through her hair.

"You were drunk—drunk on love," Lucas laughed as he reached for the comforter that had been flung to the floor.

"Oh, please" Brooke pretended to gag as she stood up and ripped the comforter from his grasp once again and threw it aside. "But now that you mention it, I do feel nauseous," Brooke stated loudly as she rolled her eyes. She wasn't lying. She suddenly didn't feel good. She felt guilty—really guilty, and she wasn't even sure why. She wondered how Peyton could've snuck around with Lucas behind her back and still been able to sleep at night. She knew she wouldn't have been able to. This was tearing her apart, and she wasn't even sure what "this" was!

"Hey, I know you didn't get much sleep last night," Lucas yawned, "but there's no need to be mean" Lucas responded sleepily as he sat up slowly in bed and continued to talk as he walked towards her. "It's your fault we didn't get any sleep last night anyway. You know, since you just couldn't get enough of me." A devious grin played on his lips as he continued, "Not that I'm complaining. I loved the after dinner workout. Oh, and before bed, and you did wake me up around four this morning if I remember correctly."

"What?" Brooke was taken aback by his words. What was he talking about? What had she done?

Walking over to her, Lucas forcefully grabbed Brooke's face in his large, strong hands and pulled her close to him. As Lucas kissed her passionately, she was stuck. No matter how much her head was screaming for him to stop, she couldn't. She felt like cement slabs were tied around her feet and she had lost control over her voice—all she could do was stand there. Stand there and enjoy it, of course. "Does that bring back any memories?" Lucas questioned, smiling from ear to ear as he broke away.

"I…I can't do this…" Brooke hesitated as she backed away from him slowly.

"What's going on?" Lucas questioned, hurt by her obvious rejection. "After last night…"

"After last night?" Brooke questioned, frustrated that she still couldn't remember anything. "Luke, I don't know what happened last night, but whatever it was, I'm sure it was a mistake." Brooke continued to pace.

"Brooke. Breathe." Lucas smiled, placing his hands on her shoulders to steady her.

Lifting his hands off of her, she sighed. "How can I? I can't do this, Luke. Not to Peyton—I won't do this to her" Brooke paused, looking up at him. His lightly tanned body was glistening in the morning sun. A checkered pair of boxers hung loosely from his hips. "Even if you do look good enough to eat standing there in next to nothing…" Brooke momentarily lost sight of her better judgment.

That's the only green-light Lucas needed. That was his cue. Moving in closer to her, he lightly kissed her lips once more. Pulling away, he curiously awaited a response—hopefully a positive one this time.

"What do you think you're doing?" Brooke gasped, shocked by the tingles the kiss sent up her spine.

"Kissing the love of my life?" Lucas answered honestly, looking down at her with sleepy blue eyes.

"Are you kidding me?" Brooke stepped back, hurt and stunned by his words. This joke had gone far enough. He didn't need to bring the "L word" into the mix. That was still far too painful and brought back memories that she wasn't ready to deal with.

"Okay…so I'm guessing that was the wrong answer" Lucas responded silently, scratching his head in confusion.

Brooke only laughed bitterly. "Look Luke, I don't know who put you up to this, but it's not funny anymore, and honestly, it's pretty cruel." Turning her face to avoid his piercing stare, she uttered three more words. "You should go."

"But Brooke—" Lucas interjected, stepping closer to her.

"Don't—" Brooke threw her hands up in the air, "Don't touch me. Go." Refusing to look him in the eyes, she pointed towards the door.

Realizing she was serious, Lucas shrugged his shoulders and began to pick up his clothes from the floor. They were wrinkled and thrown throughout the bedroom. Watching him quickly pick up his things, Brooke couldn't remember much of anything from last night, but she knew there wasn't any use in denying what had went on between the two of them: sex, lots of sex. Glancing down at the floor, she saw her favorite pair of black lacy panties. Blushing as she picked them up, she waited until Lucas wasn't looking and shoved them underneath her mattress. Had they really been together last night? All the signs pointed to yes.

"I'll call you later, hopefully you'll be in a better mood tonight" Lucas grumbled as he zipped up his pants.

"Tonight?" Brooke questioned against her intuition not to.

"Yeah, your parent's party. You three have only been planning it for weeks now." Lucas stated the obvious. A party with her parents? She had absolutely no idea what he was talking about, and couldn't imagine working with them for weekends on end, but nodded in agreement anyway. At this point, she was sure that he would argue that the sky wasn't blue. It was useless to try.

Reaching for the doorknob, Lucas paused. "Brooke," he looked back at her, "for what it's worth, last night was incredible—this entire year has been great, really great" and with that, he was gone.

"This year?" Brooke asked aloud, wondering why her world had been turned upside down.