From New York to Tree Hill with Love:

After a solid 12 hours night's sleep Lizzie Scott finally stirred awake. Her head felt like it was about to explode and her body was so heavy she could hardly move. The brunette lying next to her looked exactly like her mother; she had the same glossy brown hair and big brown eyes. Lizzie on the other hand was the opposite from her best friend, she had blue eyes, and curly blond hair; she was the spitting image of her own mother Peyton, except from her deep blue eyes, which she got from her father.

They both stumbled out of bed with cries of pain. They were in desperate need of some coffee. As they stepped into the living room in Brooke Davis's New York apartment, they knew they were in trouble. Neither of them could remember the previous night in detail, but they knew it was bad.

What were they going to do? The girls were getting out of control. Last night had been the final straw. How could they just run off like that? Off course they had seen the signs, the party's, alcohol and the nonstop secrets. But they never thought they would ever take it this far.

As the two girls stumbled in to the living room all four of their parents were sitting on the couch, they could tell their parents had had a rough night as well, because they looked even worse than the girls. All their faces were serious; they looked like they were going into a war.

The girls sat across from their mothers, it was like looking in a mirror twenty-two years back in time. The girls were wearing last night's dresses and hairdos, or what was left of them. They looked tired and hung over. Peyton looked over at her husband, how could he be so calm? She felt the anger bubble up inside her. She couldn't stand it anymore. "ELIZABETH PENELOPE SCOTT WHAT THE HELL WHERE YOU THINKING TAKING OF LIKE THAT?" she was on her feet yelling. The brunette couldn't stand the loud sound of the aunt screaming, she put her hands to her ears as her mother jump to her feet. "EMMA LEIGHTON BAKER ARE YOU INSANE?" Brooke Davis had never in her entire life been so angry. She was so angry she couldn't keep her tears back, silence fell over the room as Brooke tried to regain her strength, but all she got out between the sobs was "what are we going to do with you?"

As Julian pulled his wife to his chest he couldn't take his eyes off his little girl, but it was like he was for the first time noticing that she wasn't so little anymore. Lucas had been speechless ever since the girls walked into the room, but it was his turn to speak.

Lizzie watched her father get to his feet, she had never seen his so … she couldn't find a word for it, but if she had to pick one it would have to be broken. She was expecting a long speech, but all he said was "take a shower". That scared her even more.

As the girls walked off to Emma's bathroom, the men exchanged glances knowing that something had to be done. They couldn't keep this up. The girls were making them old men long before their time. It was Julian that first broke the silence. "It is obvious that something needs to be done, and I don't really think grounding them is going to do the trick this time either." He never would have thought that his life would be like taken out of a movie, and not in a good way "It needs to be big, we need to make them understand that we mean it this time" Lucas said out loud.

Emma had made the butler bring them some coffee as the lay down in the he giant Jacuzzi, she knew they had taken it to far this time and the punishment wouldn't just be a month boredom. They meant business this time; she could see it in their eyes. Emma was like her sister, always had been and always would be. She could read her like an open book. Lizzie could tell her sister was worried. And for once closing her eyes didn't make it all go away.

They were all staring a Lucas; his last comment had been filled with so much anger. Peyton looked at her best friend, then at the man she considered her brother-in-law, and last at her husband as she let out the sentence they all knew was coming "they need a change of scenery."