Brooke awoke early the next morning, Chris's muscular arm wrapped around her. She yawned and in his sleep, Chris retracted his arm and turned the opposite way, to face the wall. Brooke chuckled lightly as he snored and then slowly rose out of bed. She looked out the small window of his apartment's bedroom to see the sun sitting quite low in the sky, signaling how early she had gotten up.

Brooke had never been an early riser, but she also hadn't been drunk last night. Her head felt light for once, and no hangover taunted her. But, as she ran her hands through her tangled hair, she remembered how she had spent her sober night.

She walked out of the room closing the door behind her gently. She walked into the main room of the apartment where a fit male was sitting at the small kitchen table. Brooke had gotten a glimpse of him last night, when Chris had brought her home. He had quickly introduced the blonde as his roommate, Lucas, and at the time, Brooke was too consumed with Chris's body to really care.

Silently, she crept into the room. She could only see part of his face, but he was definitely cute. Assuming he hadn't seen her or heard her enter the room, she decided to make small talk.

"Wow, two attractive boys in one night? I am good," she smiled as he turned around.

Yep. That was Brooke Davis's idea of 'small talk.'

He turned around to face her and smiled warmly.

"From the sounds of last night, you are good," Lucas chuckled. Brooke's face flushed slightly in embarrassment, but nothing she hadn't been through before.

She had learned that mornings were definitely the most awkward part of the random-sex-with-random-guys thing, but she had long ago learned how to solve that problem.

"What can I say? I have a unique effect on the male species," she shrugged nonchalantly. Lucas let out another small laugh causing Brooke to smile widely.

"Mind if I join ya?" she asked in her cheeriest voice.

"Not at all," he said. He reached over to the chair next to him and pulled it out from under the table. Brooke slipped into it quickly, a smile still playing on her face. She didn't know why she was smiling more than she usually did right now, but after last night, she wasn't surprised. Even though Chris wasn't there…

"So, why are you up so early? A night like that would definitely wear me out," Lucas said as he continued reading his newspaper.

"I actually don't even know. But clearly it knocked that roommate of yours out cold," she said cocking her left eyebrow. She nodded toward the door of Chris's bedroom where low snores could be distinguished. The two looked at each other and laughed.

"So, what's for breakfast, buddy boy?" she asked.

"Well…" he started reluctantly not wanting to make breakfast for his roommate's guest.

Brooke knew what he was thinking, but she was starving. She put on her cutest face and pouted her infamous pout, and with that, Lucas was sold.

"I was thinking eggs," he sighed, knowing he was defeated, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth despite the fact that he'd have to cook.

"That's what I thought," she said with pride. She had wiped the pout off her face and it now her mouth returned to its usual smiling form.

Lucas shook his head playfully as he stood up and walked into the kitchen. Brooke sat at the table, staring at him. He was extremely hot, but in a different way than Chris. Chris was Abercrombie model-esque while Lucas was bad-boy hot. His hair was messily poking out in different directions, but it looked sexy on him. He was sexy, bottom line.

Brooke got up and walked over to where Lucas was cracking eggs.

"Let me help!" Brooke said happily as she bounced next to him.

"Okay, I'll do eggs, you do toast. The bread is in that basket over there and the toaster is over," he pointed to the other side of the counter, "there."

Brooke saluted him. "You got it, captain!" Lucas laughed as she strutted over to the bread basket. She pulled four slices out of the plastic bag and made her way to the toaster. It was one of those toasters that didn't have slots for the bread, but rather, it had a tray that made it into a mini-oven type appliance.

She looked over at Lucas who was diligently pouring eggs into a small steaming pan. She didn't want to interrupt him by telling him how she wasn't sure how to work the contraption in front of her, so she just shrugged and figured she'd discover how to work it on her own.

She opened the toaster and pulled out the tray. She placed the bread into it forming two stacks of two since four slices didn't fit all the way across the tray. She inserted the tray back into the toaster and closed it. She turned the knob to the "high" setting and smiled, satisfied with her work.

"Toast is set," she smiled at Lucas when he turned to face her.

"Okay, that's the extent of my help. I am the guest," she winked at him as she slid back into her seat at the table. Lucas let out a small laugh.

"Okay, just relax; I'll do all the work."

"Sounds good to me," Brooke said as she watched him cook. He even looks good from behind, she thought to herself.

Suddenly, he stopped stirring the eggs and whiffed the air.

"Do you smell that?"

Brooke mimicked him and took a sniff of the air herself.

"Yeah, it kinda smells like something's burn—… Uh oh!" Brooke said as her eyes fell on the toaster. A small stream of smoke was coming out of it.

"Brooke!" Lucas yelled as he unplugged the toaster. He grabbed a towel and swatted at the smoke before slowly opening the toaster. A thick sheet of smoke engulfed him and he coughed. He looked inside to see two piles of blackened toast.

"You piled them up!" Lucas said, facing Brooke.

"They didn't all fit!" she protested.

Lucas threw the tray, with the toast on it, into the sink and ran cold water over it. That's when he realized he had left the eggs unattended.

He quickly rushed over to the panned. The eggs looked fine from what he could see, but as he went to flip them over, he discovered the bottom was black and sticking to the pan.

"I guess that means we're both not becoming chefs!" Brooke said, trying to suppress her laughter. Lucas looked at her angrily, which only caused Brooke to fall into a fit of hysterics. Lucas shut the flame off beneath the eggs and wiped his forehead. It was kind of funny, he had to admit.

He let Brooke's laughter pull him in and he began laughing as well.

"I guess we're having bagels for breakfast," Brooke said as their giggling started ending. Lucas was now sitting in the chair next to her.

Lucas felt his stomach begin to grumble. "Yeah, I'll get on that right now," he said as he stood up.

"I'll come," Brooke said getting up as well.

"What about Chris?"

Brooke contemplated for a moment. "I don't think he'll care. It's not like last night meant anything," she said and shrugged. Lucas nodded and grabbed his keys off the coffee table in their living room.

They both walked out of the apartment, the door slamming behind them. They got into Lucas's car and began driving.

"I know somewhere we can get a really good breakfast if you don't mind sitting down and eating?" Lucas said as they made their way up the road into town.

"Nope, I don't mind at all," Brooke said as she smiled at him. He couldn't help but notice how truly beautiful she was. Her hair was pulled back sloppily, but she was still magnificent. He turned his attention back to the road as they finally reached the block he was looking for.

"You're gonna love this place," Lucas said as he pulled into a parking spot. He turned off the ignition and they both stepped out of the car.

The sign outside the small place read Karen's Café. Brooke had heard of it but never actually eaten there. Lucas stepped ahead of her and in true gentleman fashion, opened the door for her.

"Why thank you, Prince Charming," she teased as she walked inside. He followed her, his hand on the small of her back. She felt a tingling sensation run through her body at this small touch, but she ignored it.

They sat down at a booth designed to fit two people.

"Give me a minute," Lucas said as he walked over to the café's counter. Brooke sat in the booth as she looked over the menu indecisively.

She sighed as she gave up on deciding what she wanted. She looked over at the counter where Lucas was talking to a middle-aged woman. They chatted for a few more moments as Brooke watched. Lucas kissed the woman's cheek as he walked back toward the booth.

"Who was that?" Brooke asked as he sat back down across from her.

"My mom. She owns this place," he said proudly.

"No way, that's so cool," she commented. The place was very hip. It was set up with different quotes and pictures collaged messily all over the place.

"My best friend, Peyton, would love this," she thought aloud.

"Yeah, it's very funky. My kinda place," he agreed. "Did you decide what you want?"

"Uh…" Brooke started as she fumbled with the menu.

"Okay, good, 'cause I sort of ordered for us, if you don't mind," Lucas said reaching for her menu. He closed it back up and placed it to the side of the table with his own.

"I'm not really sure if I should trust your food skills after our little incident this morning," she said wagging a finger at him.

Lucas laughed lightly. "Happy you don't mind," he smirked.

They each ate their food slowly due to the excessive amount of conversation they engaged themselves in. Lucas was 19, in his sophomore year of college. He went to Tree Hill Community College since he didn't like leaving his mom and younger sister without a man around. His uncle Keith died when he was 17 and he was the fatherly figure of his family since his legitimate dad was an asshole. He wanted to be a writer.

He and Chris knew each other from summer camp when they were younger. Chris had decided to go to UNC and commuted there during the week from their apartment. Lucas had an on-and-off girlfriend. He wasn't sure if it was even worth it.

Brooke had told him about cheerleading and her love of clothing. She waved a hand dismissively when he asked about her love life saying simply, with a small giggle, "When you look like this, why have a boyfriend when you can have the whole school?" She told him about her three best friends and how she felt like they were drifting apart lately.

Before they knew what was happening, Karen was shooing them out saying they had to get ready for the lunch rush. Brooke and Karen introduced themselves and Karen immediately was drawn to Brooke's bubbly personality. She held Lucas back as Brooke began to walk out of the café.

"Keep that girl around," she said before pushing him out the door.

The drive home was filled with Brooke's laughter and her singing to the songs on the radio.

When the new Britney Spears song came on, she went on into a ten minute rant on how it "sucked that she was clearly a big time drug addict" and she how Britney was corrupting her children more than Brooke had ever corrupted anyone. Lucas listened to her opinions on everything, laughing at her outlandish statements.

They finally pulled back up to the apartment, each of them sighing in content as they got out of the car. It had been a nice morning.

Lucas unlocked the door of the apartment and the two stepped in. Brooke wasn't sure why she had come back to Chris's and his place, whether it was to spend more time to Lucas or to see Chris's chiseled body again, but she didn't care.

Chris turned around from his spot on the couch.

"Hm. How kind of you two to return so promptly," he sneered before turning back around to face the TV.

Brooke rolled her eyes at Lucas. "Men," she mouthed as she walked toward Chris's spot on the couch. Lucas shook his head as he went to the kitchen and placed a brown bag of extra food into the refrigerator.

"Baby, don't be mad at me," she pouted. "I was bored and hungry and Lucas and I fucked up making breakfast here, so we just ran and got food," Brooke said sidling up to him. Chris sighed as he put an arm around her shoulders. "Why would I come back if I didn't wanna see you and your sexy body?"

"Truth, truth," he smiled at her. "Do you have anything to do today?"

"Nope," Brooke said. Lucas watched the two snuggled up on the couch and felt a tinge of jealousy. He had to leave.

"I'm going out for a while," Lucas announced gathering his keys once again.

Brooke turned around from the couch. "Wait! Give me your number! We need to do breakfast… er, breakfast and practically lunch, again!" Brooke pulled her cellphone from the pocket of her sweatpants and threw it at him. He caught it easily and punched in his phone number and saved it. He couldn't help but notice Chris's displeased look, but it had been Brooke's idea to take his number, so it wasn't his fault.

Lucas walked out of the house leaving Chris and Brooke alone to do… well, he didn't want to think about what they'd be doing.