So I thought long about and again decided to change this story. I know, I know, I suck! But I just couldn't get the other going and I really think ya'll might like this better. So read it, tell me what you think and we will move on from there! Haha love you all for sticking with me though! I know I've been terrible, but I promise I've been trying to work on all my stories!

"Shot!"

Was shouted across the loud dance club and the glasses went back. The burning liquid stinging all the way down before the warmth filled in her stomach. The buzz tingling over her skin as she pulled in the signature breath one does after the glasses touched back on the table.

"And that is my girl!" a heavy arm dropped over her shoulder and she tilted to the side. "Holds up better than all you guys," he waved his hand before the group and they laughed.

"Nathan…" she gripped his arm as she stumbled back a half step.

"Whoa, you ok B?" he glanced at her as their table fell into a round of talks and laughter.

"Yeah…you just stepped on my shoe," she said and he glanced down with a chuckle.

"Sorry babe," he removed his large foot from hers to adjust. "Want another drink?" he tipped his head down to her empty glass and she tossed him a smirk he knew all too well. "Dumb question… I'll be back!" he thrust his finger in the air and spun on his feet and down the steps to the bar.

"He is so drunk!" Alex threw her hair over her shoulder and shook her head.

"He is always drunk," Brooke rolled her eyes at her best friend. "But you can't help but love him," she watched as he flirted with the bartender behind the bar. Her head throwing back laughing as he, she imagined, told some lame joke or story.

"So tell me Brooke," her red headed friend leaned in real close to speak over the loud music. "Have you and Nate boy really never done it?"

"God no!" she shoved her friend back, not even knowing why everyone always thought that. "He is my best friend," she repeated for about the millionth time. "So no…no, no, no, no," she shook her head and cringed a bit.

"Well you should," she dropped back in the booth and let out a drunken giggle. "Because he is gorgeous," she sucked on her lip and Brooke felt something rip through her chest at the look that her best friend was receiving.

Yet it was typical for him. Alex was right, he was gorgeous. With his jet black hair and crystal blue eyes. His perfect body figure that held the broadest and sexiest shoulders and arms, along with an ass that drove all the girls wild. Plus he truly was the sweetest guy one could meet which didn't hurt. Yet it bothered her, she hated to think of other girls giving that look because she knew where his heart lied, where it would always lie.

"Here we are!" the hand appeared before her with the small glass. "Ok," he dropped down and arm dropped over the back of the booth. "What are we discussing?" he took a sip and his dark brow arched up as his fingers quickly played with his phone. Brooke instantly knowing what he was sending off and wished she could stop him before it hurt him.

"Nothing really," she shrugged relaxing back into his arm. "But hey!" she twisted around to face him with her signature grin that made everyone smile in return. "I think you should come dance with me…"

"You do, huh?" he leaned his forehead against hers as she giggled.

"Yeah I do…"

"Do you always just order people around?" he raised a brow and she gave the most innocent look as she brought her hands up with a shrug. "You know Miss Davis I don't care what you do for a living…you can't order my ass around."

"Oh really?" she pulled back with a kink of the brow. "Like you don't love all the perks of my job?" she whipped her hand around and he smirked. "Get your ass up," she ordered and he laughed as she grabbed his hand and yanked him towards the dance floor.

Pushing their way through the crowd of people, his strong arm curled around her waist and lifted her up on the step to the dance floor with ease. Her short silver dress riding up on her thighs with every step and he took note of all the attention she drew.

Brooke was gorgeous, even though it was hard to make her realize it. She was tiny all over, which was probably his favorite thing, next to her big doe eyes. They were a deep hazel with a more deep green and when she lined it with shadow or eyeliner they seriously turned into the sexiest things anyone ever saw. She had dark brown hair that hit just past her shoulders and a body anyone girl would die for.

"My lady," he spun her around and tugged her body up against his. Her fingers lacing through his when his arms tugged her tight against him. "I'm proud of you Brooke," he whispered in her ear and she smiled biting her bottom lip.

"I'm proud of me too," she admitted curling her arm up and running it through his hair. Closing her eyes and remembering the soft locks between her fingers. The tingle of breath on her ear and hot feeling that built in the pit of her stomach every time his fingers would graze her skin.

"I love you…"

Throbbing of the music blasted through her ears as the words started to play in her head. The look on his face, the smile on his lips…his lips…god she loved those lips. Swaying her hips to the music she rolled her head back to the side in hopes to recall the slightest of memories.

"You're my girl…my forever…"

She squeezed her eyes tighter and pulled in the deep breath to calm the race of her heart. Swallowing the large lump and moving her body to the beat and his arms tightened around her.

"Stop…" his voice growled in her ear and for a second she swore she was somewhere else. "Stop it Brooke," he ordered knowing all too well what was racing through her mind.

"I'm not doing anything…" she giggled and regained her composer as she spun around to face him. His eyes flashing with something she didn't like. "You're just drunk…" she tapped her finger to his chest and his eyes narrowed.

"You got everything you wanted Brooke," he said and she swallowed the large lump glancing down. "Look around you…you have everything…"

"Not everything," she frowned a bit looking down. Tossing a glance up at him and truly hating the look she received, she hated when he gave her that look. "I mean…"

"This is what you wanted," he repeated, stopping their movements to look at her. "Accept your decision kid," he hooked his finger under her chin to tilt it up to face him.

"I have, Nathan," she snapped a bit more than she meant to at him.

"Then stop," he ordered releasing her with a head shake. "I'll be back in a minute," he grabbed his phone from his pocket and walked off.

"Whatever," she blinked quickly a few times and pulled in a breath to relax herself. She hated that feeling in her chest, she hated feeling it and she hated even more in her moment of happiness once again he messed it up.

Skipping around the small kitchen, she bit her bottom lip as she hit the little black button on the coffee pot and leaning against the counter as she waited for it to finish. Hitting ignore on her phone once again, she cringe at the fact she knew her mom was going to freak on her. Wonder where she had been all night, but knowing with a quickly comment of sleeping over at Nathan's she will be good. As long as her mom doesn't tell her dad, he isn't too keen on those sleepovers.

"Mornin…" he's arms snake around her small waist and she grinned curling into him.

"Good morning," she smiled as he pressed a kiss to her cheek. "You sleep well?"

"I didn't really sleep much," he smirked and she let out a giggle before blushing. "But I'm not complaining."

"You might be about halfway through work," she pointed out and he just shrugged. "Think, why did I let that girl over," she mocked, spinning around and slipped her arms around his neck.

"Oh I think that constantly," he admitted and her jaw dropped. "I'm kidding," he laughed at her face and shook his head. "You know I'm kidding. I love having you over. Love it almost as much as I love waking up beside you," he gave a gentle smile, leaning in for a sweet kiss. "That's my favorite thing," he whispered out between kisses and lifted her up on the counter behind her.

"Mine too," her hands slid to his cheeks and pull him close.

"Brooke…" he pulled back to look at her and felt his heart race. "I love you…" he whispered and watched the look flash over her.

"I…" her voice cracks as she tilted her head to the side. "I love you too," she slowly grinned and felt her heart swell when his whole face lit up.

"I was wrong," he shook his head. "Hearing that is definitely my favorite thing," he told her and loved the squeal she released when he lifted her in his arms and carried her back to his bed.

"Damn it…" her eyes fluttered open and she pressed a hand to her throbbing head. "What did I drink? she groaned, pulling the sheets over her head.

"Everything," she heard her dark headed friend laugh as she passed her friend on the couch.

"Why did you allow that?" she grumbled flipping on the couch and trying to erase the feeling in her from her dream.

"Because you've been so damn tense lately, it was starting to freak me out," Alex admitted as she hit the button on the coffee pot. Within minute the whole apartment being filled with the smell of the dark liquid.

"I'm not tense," the brunette sat up and let out a yawn. "But my back does hurt like hell."

"Yeah… four more steps and you would have made it to your room."

"It was too far," she stated before breaking out into a laugh. "I'm lucky I made it to the couch, because I don't remember getting here."

"Yeah well after you danced with Nathan, you started knocking back shots like no one I'd ever seen. Then after you stumbled into a pole and started to apologize, Nathan figured it was time to get you out of there," she explained to her and went to make her cup of coffee.

"How sweet of him," she grumbled, rubbing her eye and pretty sure she was still annoyed with her friend. She hated when they argued but she did remember the dance, she did remember him being…well, being him. She swore Nathan Scott was the only person she knew who could make her feel like complete shit about herself.

"Yup, but I'm going to shower," she walked by the couch to hand her friend her own cup. "Bus is going to be here in an hour to take us to set," she told her and Brooke nodded as she watched her friend go.

Standing up she wrapped her big brown blanket around her and shuffled toward the sliding glass door. Pulling it open she stepped into the warm air and sat on the balcony.

Staring out over her view she sipped the warm cup of coffee in her hand as she listened to the waves crash. The view was breath taking, the air was warm and she loved every time she inhaled she got the salt water scent. This was all she wanted, this was all she had hoped for and it was bothersome to her that now she had it, it wasn't half of what she wanted.

Hope you all enjoy!

Review!