"This year I will try again with Brooke."

Lucas read the paper over a few times before shoving inside his pocket. He was sitting on the cold ground with his head against the brick wall. He looked around at the empty space, what was left of him and Haley's mini golf court. He used to love being up here with Haley, talking about anything and everything that had happened with them recently. But they didn't do that anymore. The golf course was gone and so was his best friend, or at least their friendship was.

And then there was her.He had seen her tonight at another random party. Peyton called her a drunk slut a couple times. Peyton. It never ceased to amaze him how fast things moved in Tree Hill. One minute he was with Brooke, then he was heartbroken and plotting to get Brooke back, then Peyton was kissing him and telling him she was in love with him. And that's how it had ended, no more Brooke, only Peyton. Kiss Peyton, love Peyton, she was always telling him what to do. And he couldn't figure out if he was okay with it or not.

"Brooke?"

Haley said it quietly, she didn't really want to wake Brooke up, she just wanted to know her friend was okay. She probably wouldn't be okay for a while though. She was hurt, and seeing them around school wasn't helping much. How was it that over the past 3 years, Lucas and Nathan had virtually switched places? Every time she thought her life was coming together, it was really just falling apart.

"Haley?" Nathan asked. He had come in to check on Brooke but found Haley crying

"What are we gonna do? About all of it?" She said quietly, falling into his arms.

"It'll be okay. We'll deal with this life as it comes to us. Together, like we always do."

"Oh god." Brooke groaned as she pulled herself off the pillow. She was lying on the far edge of Nathan and Haley's bed, with Haley in the middle and Nathan on the other side. They were both still asleep so she guessed it was early. She swung her legs off the bed and it took a minute for the room to stop spinning. Brooke had a huge hangover and was trying to piece together bits from last night. She had definitely taken her top off, she knew that much. She stumbled over to the bathroom, she already knew the apartment by heart, and looked in the mirror. Brooke tried to focus but instead she found herself leaning over the toilet, emptying the contents of her stomach.

"How's that hangover working for ya?" Nathan said, pulling Brookes hair up behind her.

"Ughh." Brooke mumbled as she flushed the toilet and sat down on the cold tile floor.

"Come on, let me make you some breakfast."

"I think puking my guts out once was enough for this morning"

"Just toast Brooke, I promise" Nathan said, offering her his hand.

"Promises only get broken." She said to herself sadly as they walked towards the kitchen.