A/N: I know, I suck. You don't have to tell me. I am soooo incredibly sorry for the long wait. There's not really an excuse. Life got in the way. School is almost over for the semester, I got laid off from yet another job, and my life has been thrown into a tailspin. And I'm sorry. I shouldn't have kept you guys waiting for so long. I hope this chapter makes up for it.

I do have to give credit to another author here on FF, Nikki, I think her username is Ooohlala, or something like that. She agreed to let me borrow a scene from her story "Resisting Edward." It's a Twilight story and it's amazing. If you've read it, you know the scene I'm talking about! Thank you!!

And thank you to Morgan, as always, for being there for everything I need. Love you FC!

Disclaimer: I do not own One Tree Hill or its characters.

LPOV

"So what's this place we're going to?" Brooke asked as Haley and Peyton dragged her into Haley's massive bathroom to start getting ready.

"It's this hole in the wall bar outside of town that a lot of college kids go to. We found it a couple months before you got here," Haley explained. I could hear them through the door rummaging through makeup bags.

"Hey Nate, are there any openings on the basketball team?" Jake asked from Haley's bedroom. I walked into the room to see Jake lounging on her bed like he belonged there and Nathan playing on her laptop.

"Actually, yeah, there are. We lost a few seniors. Why, you play?" he asked back.

"I used to. They didn't allow much free time in military school but I was thinking about trying out."

"Yeah, well, you'll have to actually try out. Don't think just because your sister is the new It Girl at THA that means you're automatically on the team. Whitey likes to keep it fair!" I said as I sat down in the huge red leather chair in Haley's room. According to Haley, red is her signature color. I think the thing's ugly as fuck!

"I don't expect special treatment from anyone Lucas. It was just a question," Jake said defensively, quickly reminding me of my promise to Brooke.

"Sorry man," I laughed, "I'm not used to having another guy in the group. I get a little protective of the girls sometimes!"

"Yeah, sure," Jake mumbled, lying back on the fifty million pillows on Haley's bed. Seriously, the girl has more girly crap than I've ever seen. I already mentioned the red leather chair, and the fifty million pillows, which are red. But she's just got crap everywhere! It's weird!

"Are you girls almost ready?" Nathan shouted towards the bathroom. The door quickly opened a few inches and Peyton stuck her head out, hair up in rollers and hardly any makeup on.

"Nathan! How many times have I told you that it takes time to look good? Now shut up and relax!" she scolded him before slamming the door shut. Jake and I just laughed.

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BPOV

"So Brooke, which dress do you want to wear?" Haley asked, opening a door on the other end of the bathroom from the bedroom. Looking over I saw a gigantic walk in closet, filled to the brim with clothes, shoes, and bags. I was in heaven. I walked in and immediately grabbed a red floor length dress before Peyton snatched it from my hands.

"Anything but red. Red is Haley's signature color!" Peyton told me, placing the dress back where I found it. Thinking about it, Haley did wear a lot of red.

"This is it!" I squealed, grabbing a strapless satin dress from the rack. It was gold, but not like disco Barbie gold. More like a sophisticated gold strapless satin minidress.

"Perfect choice! I have the perfect shoes, bag, and jacket for that dress!" Haley gushed, running into the closet. She quickly grabbed a clutch from a shelf before snatching a pair of heels from another shelf.

"Which jacket Hales? The long satin one?" Peyton asked from the other side of the closet.

"Exactly!" Haley said, handing me the clutch. It was black, satin, and gorgeous.

"Fendi?" I asked, receiving a nod from Haley.

"And for shoes, Christian Louboutin!" she giggled, holding up a pair of stilettos that were the exact color of the dress.

"And for your outerwear for the evening Miss Davis, only the best," Peyton said in an exaggerated voice, holding up an exquisite floor length black satin trench.

"Holy shit, that has to be Valentino!" I shrieked.

"Very good. Girl knows her designers!" Peyton laughed in approval.

"Where do you get all this designer stuff Hales?"

"Every year Daddy flies me and Peyton to wherever we want to go for a shopping spree before school starts. This past summer we went to New York, LA, and Milan. Daddy was so mad when he saw the bills!" she giggled, taking a seat on the small leather couch in her closet, "But he wants to keep me happy so he didn't say anything!"

We spent the next forty minutes getting ready and bonding. It was actually kind of fun. Before getting dressed, Haley helped me fix my makeup, bringing out my eyes perfectly while Peyton stood behind me fixing my hair. We decided to straighten it, keeping my bangs down instead of brushing them to the side. Luke is gonna flip when he sees me!

Peyton chose a black miniskirt with a white silk halter top, black stiletto Manolos, and a white clutch that I thought was Chanel. Haley, of course, wore red. She chose a gorgeous red spaghetti strap dress that ended right above her knees with red Louboutins, a red clutch, and a black knee length coat.

"Nate, we're ready!" Peyton sang through the door with a smile on her face. A second later the door opened and Nathan stepped inside.

"Oh shit, Luke's gonna flip when he sees you New Girl!" he laughed, giving us all quick hugs.

"What's going on?" I asked quietly, checking my makeup one more time in the bathroom mirror.

"Oh, this is like ritual for us. Nathan always comes in and gives us a little pep talk before we start our night! We've done it since we were little!"Peyton explained.

"Alright ladies, here's how our evening is gonna go! Lots of drinking, lots of partying, lots of fun! If I see anyone with drugs, a frown on their face, or fighting with anyone else, I will escort you home personally! Are we clear?" he asked in a stern voice. It took everything inside me to not laugh at him.

"Clear!" Peyton and Haley shouted.

"Davis? I said, are we clear?" Nathan asked me in all seriousness. I froze and looked at him with a smirk on my face.

"Clear?" I said like a question, choking back a laugh.

"Alright ladies, let's get out there!" Nathan shouted, sounding like a football coach. He opened the door and walked back into the bedroom. Haley and Peyton followed him. Taking one last look in the mirror I walked into the bedroom, my eyes searching for Luke's automatically. I didn't see Jake and Haley start to make out, thank God. And I didn't see Nathan twirling Peyton in circles, watching her coat twirl out around her. All I saw was Lucas sitting in that ridiculous ass red leather chair, dressed in a pair of grey dress pants, a black button down shirt, grey suit jacket that matched the pants, and nice black dress shoes. He looked hot. I slowly walked over to him, my long jacket trailing behind me.

"So what do you think?" I asked as I stood in front of him. He looked me up and down a few times, gulped, and then stood.

"You clean up good Davis," he smirked, placing a light kiss on the corner of my mouth.

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NPOV

We've been at the club for a few hours now. Brooke and Jake were shocked when we pulled up. The place was named "Hole In The Wall Bar," but it was actually a high class club about twenty minutes outside of Tree Hill that sat over the water on one of the huge piers at the beach. As soon as we got there, Jake and Haley disappeared into one of the exclusive VIP rooms. The VIP rooms were on the second floor and were separated by black silky curtains. I'm pretty sure some of them had beds in them too. Wonder what Haley and Jake were doing? Ha!

Lucas and Brooke had posted up at the bar, drinking more than I thought they were capable of. Peyton and I stayed with them for a while before taking a little detour to a VIP room of our own for a while. By the time we got back to the bar, Haley and Jake were back. Surprisingly, Haley didn't have that just got fucked in a club look. And not surprising, Luke and Brooke were fighting. Peyton rolled her eyes as she walked up to Jake and Haley.

"What's going on this time?" she asked, flagging the bartender down for more drinks. The bartender brought over four more drinks for us, two Cosmos for the girls and two scotches for Jake and I.

"I'm not too sure but from what I've been able to gather, apparently Lucas hit on another girl when Brooke was coming back from the bathroom," Jake explained.

"Yeah but they're not together. Why is she mad?" I asked, annoyed with their games.

"Oh come on Nate, are you that blind? They might act like they don't even like each other half the time but those two are so in love with each other it's ridiculous!" Peyton said, rolling her eyes again as I tried to listen to the fight in front of us.

"Brooke, would you stop yelling at me?"Lucas asked, grabbing her wrists.

"No, I won't stop yelling at you. You know what, why don't we take this outside where there are not so many people staring at your stupid ass?" she asked back, walking towards the front door without waiting for him to respond. He glanced at me with an eye roll before following her. The four of us didn't hesitate; we all set our drinks down on the bar and walked out front.

"Brooke, I didn't do anything wrong!" Lucas defended.

"Are you kidding me? Lucas I saw you! You were hitting on her! Your hand was on her arm and you had that shit eating grin on your face!" Brooke yelled at him.

"Okay, I'm bored. I'm going back to your house, you coming?" Peyton asked, grabbing her car keys from her purse.

"Nah, I think I'm gonna stay with these two idiots. They're so wasted; someone needs to make sure they get home. You guys go on, it's getting late anyways. I'll be there later," I answered. Jake and Haley nodded, Jake shaking my hand as they headed for Peyton's car. I leaned back against the building and lit a cigarette, waiting for the fight to be over.

"Brooke, I wasn't hitting on her! She was hitting on me! I was turning her down!"

"Oh please, you think I'm that dumb? I know the Lucas-I'm hitting on you-Scott face! I've been on the receiving end way too many times!"

"Brooke, seriously, I wasn't hitting on her," Lucas said calmly, putting his hands on her shoulders and leaning down to look her in the eye, "She hit on me and I politely told her I was with the most beautiful girl in the club. Then I apologized and told her to go find someone drunk enough to be able to stand looking at her fugly face."

Okay I couldn't help it, I laughed at that one. And so did Brooke.

"Did you really say that?" she asked quietly.

"Yes, I did. She was very ugly!" Luke chuckled.

"Really?"

"Really. Now let's go to the bar down the street and get a few more drinks before heading home. Nate, you in?"

"Yeah, let's get out of here!" I cheered, throwing my arm around Brooke, Lucas on the other side of her with his arm around her waist. We stumbled down the street for about five feet until Brooke stopped, took her shoes off, and demanded a lift.

"You want me to give you a piggy back ride? You're joking right? This is Gucci!" Lucas said, pointing to his suit.

"You fag. New Girl, hop on!" I laughed, bending down in front of her so she could jump on my back. And that's the last thing I remember of tonight.

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BPOV

"I'm gonna fucking kill you Davis!"

I was in the middle of a spectacular dream. I was lying on a beach somewhere in the Caribbean with no one but Lucas lying next to me. Use your imagination!

Right before it got to the good part I was woken up to hear Lucas screaming. Opening my eyes, I was blinded by the worst headache ever.

How much did I drink last night?

What happened last night?

The last thing I remember is yelling at Lucas for hitting on another girl that he didn't even hit on and then jumping of Nathan's back.

"Brooke Penelope Davis! Wake up and get your ass in here!" he screamed. Sitting up slowly, I could hear Nathan laughing as I realized I was only in a black sports bra and a pair of black boy shorts. Apparently I raided my clothing drawer I started in Luke's closet to change before bed last night. Don't remember that!

Walking closer to the bathroom in Luke's room, I could see Nathan sitting on the closed toilet seat laughing harder than I've ever seen him laugh. I also saw Luke standing in front of the sink, scrubbing furiously at his chest with a washrag.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I asked, rubbing my eyes sleepily.

"Trying to get this off!" he shouted, moving the washrag. Right over his left nipple, scribbled across his heart in very pretty black script, was my name, Brooke.

"You're a fucking dumbass!" I said, laughing so hard I almost fell over.

"Oh yeah? Take a look in the mirror!" he grumbled, pointing to my left side. My face fell as I turned to the side, seeing his name, Lucas, in the same script, written vertically across my ribs.

"I'm a fucking dumbass!" I shrieked, snatching the washrag from his hand and scrubbing my side.

"How could you let me do this Lucas? What the fuck were you thinking?" I demanded, still scrubbing, Nathan still laughing on the toilet.

"Me? What the fuck? I can't even remember last night! For all I know this could have been one of your drunken ideas!"
"Fuck you!" I shouted, smacking him with the washrag. He grabbed it from me and threw it in the sink before turning back to me.

"No, fuck you! Look at me! I have your name tattooed across my fucking heart!" he screamed at me.

"Shut up! At least you don't have a huge name on your side! Jake is gonna kill both of us if he sees it!" I yelled, hitting him in the chest a few times, vaguely aware of Nathan still laughing.

"Quit hitting me!" Lucas grunted, grabbing my wrists.

"Yall are so fucking stupid!" Nathan chimed in, still laughing as he stood up and walked past us to leave. Lucas and I turned to look at him, Luke still holding my wrists as we burst out laughing when we saw his back.

"So are you Pretty Boy!" I giggled, leaning my head on Luke's chest as I laughed. Nathan stopped in his tracks, slowly turning with a look of confusion and fear on his face.

"What are you talking about?"

"Take a look at your back Nate!" Lucas said, gasping for breath from laughing so hard. Nathan stood between Luke and I, his back to the mirror, his head turned as far as it could to see the name Peyton in large, old English letters between his shoulder blades.

"FUCK!" he screamed, turning in circles, "Get it off me! Get it off me!"

"Nathan it's not gonna come off!" Lucas shouted, actually scrubbing Nathan's back with the washrag. What an idiot. I hopped on the counter and tried to control my laughter just as Peyton walked in wearing only one of Nathan's polo shirts.

"What the hell are you screaming about?" she asked sleepily. Nathan quickly turned to face her, forgetting about the mirror behind him. Apparently he thinks she can't see in mirrors.

Nathan Royal Scott! Please tell me that's fake!" she squealed.

"It's fake?" he said, phrasing it like a question.

"You fucking moron!" she shouted, smacking his arm, "How stupid can you get?"

Nathan stood still for a moment, like he was actually contemplating her question before blurting, "It's all their fault!"

"What the fuck?" Luke yelled as I shouted, "Fuck you!"

"Nathan, come on. Maybe we can find someone to laser it off!" Peyton whined, dragging him from the room by one arm. I just stayed in my spot on the counter, legs dangling, laughing at their retreating forms. I looked up to see Lucas creeping slowly towards me to stand between my legs.

"You know, now that I think about it, that tattoo is kinda sexy," Lucas murmured, running his finger over my tattoo.

"Oh really?" I asked quietly, running a finger over his, tracing my name.

"Yep," he mumbled, crashing his lips into mine.

"Luke! Bed!" I whispered against his lips. He lifted me up, placing his hands on my ass while I wrapped my legs around his waist. Carrying me to the bed, he laid me down gently, connecting his lips to mine once more.

Now this is better than any dream of the two of us in the Caribbean.