Sorry it's such a short update, but a short update is better than no update I guess. :-)

"So," Rachel began, sidling up to Brooke's bed where the brunette lay, brooding. She had been that way since she came home from the party last night. She hadn't answered Rachel's questions of what had happened.

"I have some gossip that might be of interest to you…or maybe just me. I could paste all the blank spots together myself, but I somehow feel it wouldn't be quite as scandalous as the truth."

Brooke merely turned over from her stomach to her back and glared at the red head.

"Word on the street is Luke has amnesia, Peyton passed out on the side of the road and Jake Jagielski is back in town, but since you don't seem to care I'll go out and get some Cherry Garcia and chick flicks. You look like you need them." As she went to get up, Brooke grabbed her arm.

Rachel looked back at her and raised an eyebrow. "Details," Brooke demanded.

"Okay, so apparently Peyton ran out of the party after I'm assuming seeing you and Lucas doing the nasty."

"What do you mean assume? No one knows?"

"Nope. All I heard was Peyton passed out on the side of Briggs Cheney road and a Jake Jagielski found her."

"Briggs Cheney," Brooke murmured. "That's really far from the party."

Rachel detected a hint of poorly disguised worry in the brunette's words and continued. "Anyway, she's alive and in the care of Jake. Lucas on the other hand woke up this morning in the bedroom I left you two in with no memory of what happened last night. I guess you aren't as good as you say."

"We didn't have sex," Brooke muttered.

"Um, what?"

"We didn't have sex. We almost did. We were really close and then…well Peyton came in."

"And?"

"He tried to go after her," Brooke replied, shutting her eyes at the memory. "It was pathetic Rachel. Really, I mean you should have seen him. He was determined to get to her, but he could barely stand, it-If it wasn't so pathetic it would have been sad."

"So Peyton caught you and he tried to go after her. How did he end up back in the bedroom?"

"That's just it. He never left the bedroom. I don't know what the hell you gave him or why you gave him anything to begin with, especially with his HCM, but he started breathing really hard and crying and clutching his chest. I thought he was having a heart attack."

"And you didn't think to call an ambulance? Man are you a shitty ex."

"Um, were you gonna explain how a roofie got into his drink?"

"Good point."

"Yeah I thought so. Anyway, he just past out. I stayed there for awhile to make sure he was okay…and then I left."

"Well, if anything everyone will just think he got really drunk. That's the consensus right now anyway," Rachel shrugged, unhappy with the chaos they had caused. Brooke tilted her head to look up at Rachel with furrowed brows.

"Um, how do you even know all this?"

"I have my ways," she smirked. "So I'd ask if you thought revenge was all it's cracked up to be, but the way you've been moping around here I'll just keep my mouth shut."

"He thought he was making love to her. The entire time I was with him, he just saw her. And Peyton-well I've never lost a parent, but Peyton looked like she did when her mother died. She finally got a taste of what I went through."

"Yeah, I would say she got more than a taste." Rachel winced. "She's gagging on it. So, not so worth it then?"

Brooke shook her head, ignoring or not hearing the red head's question. "You know what's crazy? I still love him and I still miss my best friend."

"You think maybe you'll tell Peyton we set them up, then?"

Brooke looked back at Rachel and cocked her head. "No."