A/N: Thanks to those that reviewed the last chapter. I hope you enjoy this one.

Disclaimer: I do not own One Tree Hill or the characters mentioned

The walk through the party seemed to last an eternity as Brooke tried to find her friends. Her task was becoming increasingly difficult as the crowd had increased since the incident with Rachel. Staying here a minute longer than she had to was not an option. 'Maybe I can just leave now and send all three a text' she thought to herself. It would be far easier to leave immediately but she didn't really want to do that to Mouth. She made up her mind to find Mouth and then text Haley and Nathan.

As she continued to look around, the faces were starting to become unrecognizable, 'I'm so glad I'm not hosting this.' It was inevitable that the amount of people who are legitimately invited is never near the amount of people that actually turn up. Brooke couldn't see Rachel doing much of a clean-up job before the real owners returned. Brooke huffed in frustration as she tried to maneuver her way through the crowd. A bump in her back had her ready to tear into the offending party. As she turned her anger quickly turned into relief as she saw Mouth. Before he could even say a word, Brooke was dragging him outside. Once they were outside and Brooke could hear herself think, she turned round to face Mouth, "I'm sorry for bringing you here."

"Why did you invite me Brooke? Was it for a dare or I'm a just a charity case?"

Brooke stood shocked, it wasn't the first time someone accused her of doing such a thing but it didn't mean it hurt any less, "It's nothing like that. You did me a favor and in some weird way I thought inviting you might be some form of gratitude. I should have just bought you a gift."

Seeing the sincerity in the brunette's face, Mouth's initial annoyance thawed and a small smile appeared on his face, "Yeah, you should have just bought me a present."

"Peyton and I are leaving so if you've had enough then we can give you a lift."

Mouth looked back inside, pretending to debate whether or not to stay. There really wasn't a debate as this wasn't his scene and he wasn't enjoying himself. Turning back to Brooke he responded, "I might just take you up on that?"

'I really need to be firmer when saying no to parties.' Haley thought to herself. Why she caved, she didn't know. Haley had been asking herself the same question since they left Brooke's house. Now she found herself in the position of being in a place she didn't want to be in.

The music was so loud that she couldn't even hear herself think. She looked around the room, hoping to find a friendly face. She never felt comfortable being at these parties. It wasn't because of her social standing compared to Brooke or Nathan; it was because she didn't like parties. It was time for her to go home.

Haley heard a voice in her ear, "Have you checked your phone yet?" The voice was coming from behind her so she turned to see Nathan in front of her.

"No. Why?" Haley answered taking out her cell, out of her pocket, to see what she could have possibly missed.

The music was so loud that every time they spoke, they instinctively moved closer. Nathan suddenly felt something that made his hairs stand on end. Their proximity gave him a feeling that he was quick to shake off. "Brooke and Peyton are leaving and wondered if you want a ride." Nathan felt his cell vibrate in his hand and he looked at the message. "Scratch that, they've already left. If you don't mind waiting a few minutes then I can drive you home."

As Haley was about to reply a familiar blonde male crashed into them. "Sometimes I wish I could be more like you when it comes to relationships." Lucas shouted at his brother.

"What were you and Theresa arguing about?" Nathan asked, remembering that he saw his brother and his girlfriend in a heated exchange earlier.

Spilling some of his drink, Lucas answered, "The funny thing is that even though we were arguing, I didn't even know what I was arguing about."

The slurring of words weren't hidden very well as Haley looked at Nathan before asking the obvious, "Are you drunk?"

Frustrated by the question, Lucas rolled his eyes, "People keep asking me that."

Laughing at how once again his big brother was drunk, Nathan asked, "How many have you had?"

"Not enough." Lucas muttered as he took a huge gulp of his drink.

Haley stepped closer to Lucas' ear, hoping that what she was about to say might deter her friend from drinking anymore, "Be careful and slow down. You have a habit of doing stupid things when you're drunk."

"Well it's a good think I'm not drunk then. Shaving half of my hair is the worse I've done." A smirk grew on Lucas' face as a thought came to mind, "Let your hair down and don't be so uptight. I'm gonna enjoy the rest of the party. See you around."

Concern filled both Haley and Nathan's face. Looking at each other, they both realized they were thinking the same thing. There was no way they were leaving the party just yet. They were both going to make sure that Lucas was alright before they departed.

Brooke and Peyton were sitting in Brooke's car. They had already dropped Mouth at home and were currently outside Brooke's house talking. The brunette was more than happy to have left the party early and it was probably best before she did something she would regret. Brooke was currently holding Peyton's hand in her lap, stroking her knuckles with her fingers. Peyton was staring out of the window, not really paying attention to anything. "I know we're at your place but why don't you stay over at mine tonight?"

Tugging Peyton's hand, to get her attention, Brooke responded, "Why can't you just stay at mine?"

Still looking at the window Peyton sighed. The memories of the last time she stayed at Brooke's replayed in her mind, "You know why." Despite everything that the two of them had gone through to rekindle their relationship, the humiliation and hurt of that night were still eating away at her.

"Peyton" Brooke tried to get the blonde's attention by pulling her hand but Peyton was still staring outside the car window. "I don't want to talk about it."

Brooke tentatively raised one of her hands to caress Peyton's face. She was tentative for two reasons; she wasn't sure if Peyton would welcome the touch at this moment and she was scared that anyone would see the intimate touch. "OK but we should talk."

Turning her head to finally look at Brooke, Peyton could see the concern in the brunette's face. "I know but not now." A little smile appeared on Peyton's face primarily to show Brooke that she was ok. It was also to help her completely change the subject. "Should I be worried about any more people you've secretly filmed?"

Brooke answered completely blasé about the conversation, "I don't know if you should be worried, I've only got two videos."

Curious to know further, Peyton prodded further, "Well I know about one. Who's the other person? Is it me?"

"No." Brooke looked Peyton straight in the eye, looking serious as she held her gaze. "One drunken night, Nathan and I made a sex tape at a party."

"You what?" Peyton was so shocked, her mouth was wide open. Brooke and Nathan had always maintained that their relationship had always been platonic. There were numerous rumors of the pair hooking up but they were always denied. Their closeness had always raised questions, even from Peyton. Any other words seemed to escape her as she watched the brunette's features change. Brooke couldn't hold it in any longer. The seriousness faded pretty quickly as she laughed at Peyton's reaction. "You should totally see your face right now. There's no sex tape or at least I hope not."

"That last part isn't much of a denial, Brooke." Peyton couldn't decipher which part was the joke and which part was serious. She didn't think she would have a problem if Brooke and slept with Nathan. Scratch that, Peyton wouldn't be able to reign in her jealously if the friends had slept together. It wouldn't just be the physical connection she would have a problem with but also the emotional. She had to be overthinking Brooke's answer or lack there of. After the Jake debacle, the last thing Peyton wanted to do was to appear jealous; she was just going to ignore her inner voice.

Struggling to stop laughing, Brooke was wiping tears from her eyes. She could sense that Peyton didn't see the funny side of it so she gathered herself to reassure her girlfriend, "There are a few girls in this town that haven't slept with Nathan. Two out of four are in this car, not unless there's something you need to tell me."

"Oh God no. Not that there's anything wrong with him. It's just, he's like…"

Chuckling at how exasperated Peyton was, Brooke placed her hand on Peyton's leg to calm her down, "Don't worry, you can breathe now."

"I'm so glad I could entertain you."

"Talking of entertainment, the open mic night is next week."

Peyton rolled her eyes at the mention of her 'great idea,' Things weren't going great and the impending night was proving to be nothing but a potential failure. "That's also something I don't want to talk about."

Brooke's hand started to rub Peyton's arm as comfort, "It can't be that bad."

"Judging by the amount of people that have expressed interest, it will be short enough for us to have dinner and a movie and still get back before the start of Saturday Night Live."

"Don't worry; I'm confident it will be a success and that particular date plan will have to wait for another Saturday."

"I wish I shared your optimism." Peyton quickly looked out the windows, to make sure no one was watching them, before she stole a quick kiss from Brooke. "What are we still doing in your car?"

"You won't stay over."

"The night your parents caught me will always be in the back of my mind. Before you say anything, I only stayed over at the beach house because your parents never go there. So are you coming to mine or not?"

Brooke got out of the car and walked around to the side Peyton was sitting in. Leaning into the window, Brooke spoke, "I'll meet you at yours; I'll grab some stuff."

The evidence of the party was still visible as light pierced through the curtains. There was no chance of a clean up anytime soon; it wasn't like it was her house. Feeling the after effects of too much alcohol it took a while for her to get her bearings. She already felt like it was the worse hangover she had ever endured. As she stretched out her legs she felt another pair but they were hairy. She had no recollection since her confrontation with Brooke. Just the mere thought of the brunette caused the red-head to groan in frustration. The next groan reminded her of the fact that there was a boy in bed with her and she didn't know who. Rachel propped herself on her arm to get a look of the face of her bed-mate. "Looks like you've finally slept with a Scott, Rachel."