A bit late, but... yeah...
This is the universe where Ryan goes to NYU instead of Berkeley, and he meets a flirtatious Brooke, and after she gets him to forgive her for coming on WAY strong, they become friends.
"I'm drunk," Brooke declared as she strolled into Ryan's dorm room and flopped down on his bed, giggling.
"So am I, so you get no sympathy," Ryan replied.
Brooke giggled and propped herself up on her elbows to look at him, taking in his bleery eyed appearance. "How come you stopped partying so early but you're as trashed as me?" she asked, tilting her head to one side and almost falling off the bed.
"I had more stuff to forget," Ryan replied, reachign out to steady her. "Like how the only reason anyone would know if I suddenly went missing was that no one would be here to help with their math."
"That is so not true," Brooke said. "I'd notice that you weren't here to provide me with a view of hotness."
"You have a one track mind," Ryan said.
"When was the last time you got laid?" Brooke asked.
"What?"
"You heard me."
Ryan sighed and propped himself up on his elbows. "Like 2 years?"
"Oh my god, that is way too long of a dry spell, hot boy!" Brooke protested.
"You?"
"3 months," Brooke said. "I know, go ahead and call me a slut, it totally am."
"You slut," Ryan said dryly before pulling the covers up over his head and rolling away from her.
"You're not suppose to actually say it!" Brooke protested, smacking his side until he rolled over to face her again.
"Brooke... I'm drunk, and tomorrow I'm gonna be hungover, so right now, I really wanna sleep..."
"Don't you wanna get laid?" Brooke asked, already pulling her shirt off over her head.
"Brooke..."
"You're hot and drunk, I'm hot and drunk, let's be hot and drunk together."
"Drunk sex sucks," Ryan pointed out, trying to keep his gaze on her face and not how her lacy bra didn't do much to hide the skin.
"If you're lucky, so will I," Brooke said, getting up to slide her tight jeans down her thighs.
"What about your bet?"
That made Brooke pause, shrugging. "I'm gonna lose eventually anyway, so I might as well lose because of a guy who isn't a jerk instead of a guy who dumps me the next day because I'm not smart enough."
Ryan sighed and caught her wrist, pulling her back down to sit on his bed. "I'm not gonna have sex with you tonight, Brooke," he said gently. "But if you wanna stay the night, I don't mind sharing," he added, reaching up to push her hair behind her ear.
"But... I thought you liked me," Brooke whispered.
"I like you too much to have a drunken one night stand with you," Ryan replied. "I want us both to be sober the first time we make love."
Brooke smiled slightly and slid under the covers to cuddle against his side. "You could definitely teach those little boys who call themselves college men a thing or two about how to treat a girl," she murmured as she rested her head on his chest and his arm curled around her shoulders.
"Just go to sleep, Brooke," Ryan said.
The End
As an aside? This universe was created for LAST year's 24 gifts! lol