Author's Note: Just quickly, thanks for the reviews, they make me smile! And I think I've kind of stuffed up the time line for this fic so I'll explain. They graduated at 18 and they are now 21 (I wanted them to be legal) so they are in their 3rd year of college.

Oh and I'm really enjoying writing this story. I think it's because it's light hearted and easy. Anyway enjoy!

Disclaimer: Don't own OTH or anything associated with it.

It had been a week since Lucas had officially moved in to Peyton's apartment and there had been no awkward moments with underlying sexual undertones as there had been the first day he had moved in. Peyton had been busy with classes all week while Lucas got his affairs in order so he could transfer to NYU. All of his paperwork and academic transcripts had been transferred to the administration at NYU and it was just a matter of getting his timetable ready to start classes the following week. Peyton and Lucas had of course been spending the majority of their down time together seeing as how they were living together and commended themselves on staying close friends regardless of their messy history in high school.

Nights were usually spent with a comfortable dinner between the two, usually courtesy of Lucas because Peyton couldn't cook to save her life and had otherwise been living on take out for the past year. This was normally followed by a movie that they had both seen a hundred times because Peyton usually fell asleep half way through, leaving Lucas to put her to bed and reluctantly retire to bed himself.

But that was their routine during the week, and for their first weekend as roommates, Lucas and Peyton were opening their door to their oldest friends (upon their insistence) and getting ready for a whole weekend of late nights and debauchery. Even Nathan and Haley were coming to act like typical 21 year olds because they were leaving Jamie with Grandma Deb.

It was early Saturday morning and Peyton awoke to the smell of delicious blueberry pancakes wafting through the apartment. Eagerly, Peyton exited her room to find Lucas fully dressed and cooking. Peyton made her way to grab a cup of coffee before taking a seat at the table to await her breakfast.

"And what exactly are you doing?" Lucas asked amusedly as he found Peyton waiting eagerly at the table as he approached. Peyton waved expectantly at the blank spot in front of her.

"Breakfast." Peyton replied shortly.

"And who says I was making breakfast for you?" Lucas asked as he took his plate of blueberry pancakes into the living room, taking a seat on the couch.

"But..." Peyton started to protest as she followed him. "What about me?" she pouted taking a seat next to him.

"What about you, Shannon?" Lucas replied, digging into his pancakes, eyes glued on the television. Peyton huffed as she sat back in the couch, arms crossed over her chest. Lucas continued to ignore her until between bites the plate was suddenly not in front of him anymore. Looking up shocked, he found Peyton guarding the plate in her lap, picking at the pancakes.

"I don't think so." Lucas protested as he tried to reach around her to take the plate back. Peyton responded by holding the plate above her head. She didn't really think about the fact she couldn't even eat the pancakes this way, she just wanted to stop Lucas from getting them. With Peyton's arms above her head, Lucas took advantage of her position and started ticking her. The plan worked – kind of. Lucas' tickling got Peyton to let go of the pancakes, but the plate fell to the floor upside down, essentially ruining the pancakes.

"Now look what you've done." Peyton admonished him, mouth agape with shock. She retaliated to the tickling war by attacking Lucas until they had both fallen off the couch to the floor, with Peyton straddling Lucas , trying to hold his arms away from her.

"Peyton!" Brooke whined as she made her way towards the apartment door. "Peyton!" she repeated as her best friends blonde curly locks didn't appear in the doorway as expected. Brooke huffed and left her very large and heavy suitcase where it was at the top of the stairs as she entered the apartment. "Peyton!" Brooke complained as she caught sight of Peyton on top of what she assumed was a very hot guy, judging by what she could see.

"Peyton. stop flirting with hot guys while straddling them and come help me." Brooke insisted as she walked closer to the couple. Peyton laughed as she turned to face her friend, stopping her attempts at keeping Lucas pinned to the floor so he couldn't continue tickling her. Lucas also popped his head around Peyton's form to eye the brunette.

"Oh it's just Broody." Brooke commented when she saw him. "Well that's ok then but you really do need to stop now and come help me." She pouted, motioning outside the apartment.

"Help you with what?" Peyton asked, rolling her eyes, not even contemplating removing herself from her position on top of Lucas, not that he was complaining.

"I have 2 very very heavy suitcases waiting downstairs plus the one I attempted to drag up by myself which is currently waiting at the top of the stairs because I got tired and couldn't be bothered moving it further." Brooke explained, throwing herself on the nearest couch, illustrating how tired she was after her efforts. Peyton laughed.

"Brooke, you are only here for 2 days and you live like 15 minutes away. Why would you possibly need to bring 3 suitcases?" Peyton asked.

"Hey, it takes a lot to achieve this." She explained indicating her looks from head to toe. Peyton sighed as she finally stood from where her and Lucas had landed during their tickle fight, Lucas joining her moments later.

"Fine." Peyton rolled her eyes. "Point me to them."

"Uh uh." Brooke protested, looking at Lucas. "That's what hot, athletic Scott boys are for." She shoved him towards the apartment door, indicating he go collect the bags.

"Oh, is that all I'm good for these days?" Lucas mock pouted as he left the apartment.

"I'm sure that's not all that he's good for, right Blondie?" Brooke winked at her best friend who just rolled her eyes in response.

"Well you would know." Peyton lightly commented as she busied herself in the kitchen.

"But now you're living with him. That's got to mean extra benefits." Brooke laughed as Peyton whipped her with a tea towel, effectively ending the conversation.

Author's Note: So I should probably explain I'm from Australia so the whole "What about you, Shannon?" joke isn't going to make sense to anyone other than Aussies so I'll explain. There's a singer called Shannon Noll who sings a song called "What about me?" so whenever I whine like that my friend calls me Shannon. And because I'm from Australia I probably don't explain the college thing properly because I don't get it.

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