Sun crept over the small cramped room, and beads of light shone over a long tanned leg and slowly over a sleeping face covered in hair that shone like fiery gold. One deep green eye opened, and then closed, then opened again. Peyton blinked and looked around with a confused demeanour. Where the hell was she?

Wait a second; she was at Ricky's apartment. They had fallen asleep on the sofa together, in each other's arms. Why was she in Ricky's bed, then? She strained to remember being picked up and placed lightly on something soft.

Peyton felt a hand rested on her hip and registered that Ricky was pressed against her back, snoring lightly. She carefully and awkwardly slipped out under him. She stood up and looked at him; he looked so peaceful and so content. He didn't have that concerned look that he usually wore on his face. Peyton grabbed her purse, and then walked over to the mirror in Ricky's room. After seeing her reflection she grinned.

Amy's head was pounding. She had been awake for two seconds, when she realized that she had probably made a huge fool of herself in front of Carson; she briefly recalled barfing and then groaned. She had ruined their date; she shouldn't have drunken so much champagne.

Now her head was spinning, or was that just the boat swaying in the water… The boat? She'd never been home! Good thing her parent's wouldn't be home because they were with Mimsy. Amy's phone rang and she peered down at the caller id. It was her mother, speak of the devil.

"Hello?"

"Amy, we're home… I'm just wondering where you and John are?" Anne Jeurgens asked curiously.

"John is at Ricky's…" Amy stated easily.

"And you are?"

"I'm at my friend Peyton's house. I told you about her on the phone the other day." Amy lied.

"Oh, yeah. Did I wake you?" Anne asked.

"Yeah, everyone else is asleep." Amy said.

"Sorry hun, be home soon."

"Bye mom."

Amy suddenly noticed that she wasn't wearing the little black dress that she had been wearing the night before, that she was suddenly in a man's button up top that smelled faintly like the cologne that Carson had been wearing.

Suddenly, a tall muscular figure was standing in front of her, topless. Carson smiled down at her, and sat down on the bed beside her.

"Good morning," He smiled.

"Can you call it that?" Amy groaned. "Carson, I am so sorry. I must have made the biggest fool out of myself."

"I thought it was a pretty fun night, you did make a fool out of yourself, but I guess I like fools." Carson smirked, running a hand through his auburn hair.

"We… we didn't… you know?" Amy asked nervously, going a deep scarlett.

"What? Oh, no. No we didn't." Carson said, grinning slightly.

"So, why am I in your shirt?"

"You barfed on your dress." Carson shrugged, "It's getting cleaned."

"Oh." Amy smiled. "Crap, what am I going to wear home?"

"I hadn't thought of that." Carson admitted. "Why don't you have a shower? And I'll find you some clothes."

"Sure."

Ricky woke up to the sounds of John crying. He had forgotten John was here and sprang out of bed. It shouldn't have been that easy because he had laid Peyton in his bed last night, where had she gone now? After running to get John out of his crib, who stopped crying at the sight of his father, Ricky walked around the small apartment looking for his Auburn Haired Beauty.

Peyton was nowhere to be found.

After feeding, bathing, and changing John, Ricky set him into his playpen and went to get ready for the day. He stepped into the scalding hot water and let himself think of what had happened the night before. It had been so strange, so out of the ordinary, so… special.

Ricky Underwood had wanted to sleep with Peyton. Hell, he still wanted to sleep with Peyton. And when Ricky Underwood wanted to have sex with someone, well they never said no. It was something about his charm, girls let him do what he wanted and they liked it. They may regret it after, but they enjoyed it nonetheless.

But Peyton was a virgin. She had said no to him. She had said no to him. He couldn't even find it in himself to feel mad, or disappointed. He'd kissed her, and that was good enough. He couldn't help but wonder… if she kissed like that, what was she like in bed? He wanted to find out.

He felt different around her, vulnerable. Usually, he didn't like that feeling. But with her, it was like nothing else in the world. He felt happy around her, and she felt happy around him. It wasn't some twisted love triangle, or someone night stand. It was just Ricky and Peyton. It seemed to Ricky, that finally something in his life was going just right.

He stepped out of the shower, wrapped a towel around himself and walked into his bedroom. Then he noticed his mirror. Loopy writing in red lipstick read:

I had fun.

PS, You are cute when you are sleeping.

Ricky smiled to himself, and then caught a look at his reflection. Even though he had taken a shower and washed properly, there was a red smudge on his cheek.

Peyton was jogging lightly in heels at the dock. She could easily spot her brother's large yacht. It had been his 18th Birthday present. Carson had always enjoyed sailing, but their father simply hated the water. Peyton reached the boat and was met by her older brother whom was shirtless.

"Did mom ever teach you how to put a shirt on?" Peyton asked slyly, as her brother helped her on the boat.

"Did she ever teach you to change your clothes, you left the house in that last night." Carson winked.

"Shut up." Peyton laughed. "Who's the girl that needs the clothes?"

Carson blushed, and Amy Jeurgens came around the side of the boat in a robe. When she saw Peyton she blushed deeper than Carson had.

"Amy?" Peyton smiled. "God, can't you find your own friends, Car?"

"Peyton, I am so sorry. I meant to tell you." Amy started.

"Amy, calm down I'm not mad." Peyton smiled.

"Really?"

"I'm so not mad that I'm about to give you the dress off of my back." Peyton said giggling.

Twenty minutes later, Amy was being dropped off at her house in Peyton's dress. Carson leaned over to kiss Amy on the cheek. She accepted, and said:

"I had a good time." And got out of the car, waved and went into her house.

Immediately, she ran into Ashley… whose eyes looked red around the edges and puffy as though she had been crying.

"What's wrong?"

And that's where I leave you… hehe, I'm evil. I know . Second cliff-hanger in a row! Thanks for reading, please review!