Brooke lay across her bed, long legs dangling over the side as she held her Sidekick in her hands. They had been going at it for hours, back and forth, text messaging each other. It had been nearly 15 minutes since he had sent the last one, when Chase had written to tell her he was signing off for the night. But it didn't matter. Brooke was absolutely smitten. His words were funny and sweet and beautiful and she was perfectly content at reading them over and over again.

"Hey Hussy," she heard the front door open and close as heeled footsteps bounded up the staircase.

Rachel was home.

"In here, Whore," Brooke affectionately called out to her roommate.

Dropping her shopping bags at the door of Brooke's bedroom, Rachel stood smirking with her arms folded.

"Just where have you been all night?"

"Around," Brooke sighed.

"Really? Well, I called you like a hundred times to come meet me at the mall. You never answered your phone."

"I was busy," Brooke defended.

Rachel walked in the room, plopping down on the bed beside her.

"Busy doing what? Sending your pathetic, sappy love notes to Chase?"

She reached for Brooke's Sidekick, scrolling through the mass of private messages as Brooke grabbed it right back.

"None of your business, thank you very much."

Rachel tucked her feet underneath her and exhaled dramatically.

"Okay…you win."

Brooke frowned.

"Win what?"

"I'm a bitch."

"The jury returned that verdict a long time ago," Brooke teased.

"As a cruel joke and for the benefit of my own twisted amusement, I set you up on the Clean Teen thing."

"I know."

"I did it for laughs but I also did it to prove a point. I thought you couldn't hang."

Brooke stuck out her tongue.

"Looks like the joke is on you, Thunder Thighs. You're looking at the newly elected Clean Teens event planner."

Rachel rolled her eyes.

"Are you serious?"

"Serious as a heart attack."

"Events planner? For the Clean Teens? What the hell does that consist of? Taking a dip in the community pool fully clothed? Prayer meetings? I know, you should totally schedule 20 minutes at the beginning of each meeting where you can all sit around and Brooke yourselves together."

Brooke threw a pillow at her.

"Oh Rachel, you are sooooo hilarious," she muttered sarcastically. "And for your information our group does a lot of fun things. I have some really cool ideas planned and Chase happened to love them very much. I'll submit them to Shelly tomorrow morning."

"Are you even listening to yourself?"

"What?"

"Brooke, this has gone way too far. As your friend and roomie and the culprit who poured gasoline all over this fire, it is up to me to put a stop to it."

"Rach, what the hell are you going on about?"

"You need to stop this Clean Teens fiasco. It is such a farce and you know it. It'll never work. Joke is over, Brooke. You're just wasting your time and theirs."

"That's what I thought…at first."

"And now you're gonna tell me you've had a change of heart."

"Maybe."

"Bullshit."

"What do you know about it? It's not like you've even sat in on a meeting."

"Why would I want to do that?"

"To have fun. To learn some things. Check it out before you get all Judge Judy on it."

"Please. I am so not a Clean Teen. And neither are you."

Brooke rolled over and pointed to the lettering on her shirt.

"According to this I am."

"Brooke…"

"We have a meeting tomorrow after school. If you just drop by and…"

"And what? That will never happen. It's like going to AA and you're not even an alcoholic. I mean, what the hell is the point? It doesn't even make sense. You're a great actress but your run is over. Just give it up."

"No way. I happen to like the group and the people involved."

Rachel laughed out loud.

"You mean Chase Adams?"

Brooke shrugged.

"Okay, so he is definitely one of the bigger perks but what the hell?"

"So how long do you plan on keeping this going?"

"Thanks to you, Friend, I'm sort of stuck. It has kind of grown on me but I couldn't quit now. I'd look like a faker."

"Newsflash, Brooke, but you are a faker."

"Am not."

"Are too. What about your relationship with Chase?"

Brooke sat up.

"Chase is a wonderful guy. I mean that. He's not like the other guys. I know that's a huge cliché and really hard to understand but it's the truth. I really like being with him and the way he makes me feel when we're together. We laugh all the time and that's a good thing, it sure beats crying all the time. And he's so sweet and sincere. We really click. Rachel, we just get each other."

"Wrong."

"Excuse me?"

"Brooke, and after I say this, please shoot me and I swear if you repeat it, I will deny it, but you are a pretty terrific girl. You're fun and crazy and beautiful with this awesome personality and people are just drawn to you somehow."

Brooke grinned.

"I knew you secretly worshiped me. You like me, you really like me."

"Whatever," Rachel rolled her eyes. "All those things I just said about you are true. But there are other things about you, too. There is the Brooke Davis that has cheated on tests. The Brooke that can be totally shallow and superficial at times. The Brooke that loves to go to keggers and get wasted. The Girls Gone Wild can't keep her clothes on Brooke. The Brooke that loves to have lots of sex. The Brooke that can barely pass Calculus herself."

"Your point?" Brooke swallowed hard.

"That's the real Brooke. Take the good with the bad, it's part of who you are, faults and all. But that still means you're a pretty good person. The point is, Chase doesn't know that person. He doesn't know you. Until he does, what kind of a relationship do you really have?"

"Come on, Rach, don't do this," Brooke begged.

"It's the truth or had you forgotten?"

"Of course not. I live it every day. So what? I told Chase a few white lies, big deal."

"A few?"

"Okay a lot. And I also hid some stuff."

"If you like him as much as you say you do, you owe him the truth."

"I know," Brooke whined into a pillow. "It's complicated. Look, I didn't mean for it to get this far, okay? But it happened so fast. It's like you tell one teeny tiny little fib and that leads to more fibs and before you know it, you're trapped."

"So what are you gonna do?"

"I don't know."

"It's only a matter of time before your little white lies catch up to you, Brookie but before that even happens, it looks to me like you've got bigger fish to fry."

"What do you mean?"

"S-E-X."

"What about it?"

Rachel smirked.

"You love it, you need it and it's only a matter of time before you're gonna have to have it."

"I can maintain."

"Yeah right. You can't bullshit a bullershitter, babe. I thought you knew better than that."

"For your information, it is very possible to have a tender, intimate, fun, loving relationship without sex being involved."

Rachel made a face.

"If you say so but I know you, Brooke Davis. It's just a matter of time. Pretty soon, Brooking yourself won't be enough. You're gonna need it in the worst way, then what? You're all falling in love with Mr. Virginal Wonderful but there will come a time when you need more."

Brooke shook her head.

"Not anymore. Maybe the old Brooke. Maybe there was a time when you were right but things have changed. I have changed. Sure sex is important but maybe too much importance is placed on it. Friendships and marriages break up over it. I mean, really. And just look where it has gotten me in the past. A few decent orgasms versus a few broken hearts, a reputation as a slut and a lot of lonely nights and meaningless relationships. So maybe my priorities were wrong. And maybe it's time I focused on what really matters. Chase is a great guy and we have something special. I'm falling for him hard and I am happy for the first time in a long time. I'm strong enough not to let the urge for an hour of bumping and grinding get in the way of that."

"Okay," Rachel backed off. "So you say and suit yourself but all these lies and abstinence seem like a recipe for trouble to me."

"I'm going to fix it, Rach. I can handle it, you'll see. Somehow I'll come clean with Chase and we're going to be together and happy and sexless. Totally. Hell, I'm Brooke Davis. I know I can pull this off. If anyone can, it's me."

Rachel pulled a hundred dollar bill from her purse.

"Care to wager on it?"

Brooke raised her eyebrows.

"You've got yourself a deal."

Rachel leaned back, smirking, rubbing her hands together.

"Oh what a tangled web we weave when first we attempt to deceive," she looked at her friend as they shook on it. "The question is, Brooke Davis, how long can you stay clean?"