Disclaimer: I don't own. Okay?
Pairings: Peyton/Brooke. And the rest will just come later.
Summary: Brooke has a secret that she really isn't ready to tell the world.
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I wasn't dumb. I knew people called me a whore behind my back. And I knew… some how, they were right. But see, I had a reason. A reason I thought was pretty good for doing this. I wanted Peyton to get jealous. Not jealous of me. But of the guys I hung out went. See, I wanted her to like me but I knew… she never would. But I could try, couldn't I?
I walked up to her house, not bothering to knock. I wanted to hang out. We hadn't done that in a while. Not since I kissed her at dare night. I knew when I kissed her hat it would ruin everything. But when I pulled away she giggled. And I just laughed with it knowing that she didn't get it. So I just let it fall away. And we never talked about it again.
"Peyton!" I shouted when I found her room empty. "Peyton!" I waited a couple of minutes before I heard, "WHAT!?"
"WHERE ARE YOU?" I yelled back.
"In the attic," came the quiet reply.
I shook my head. If she was up there, there could only be one reason and it wasn't a very good one. I took my time walking up there knowing that as soon as I did, I would have to put my energy into holding my best friend. I pushed the door opened slowly; I didn't want to scare her. "Peyton? Oh babe!" I ran over to her where she was holding a dress that was her mom's and pulled her into my lap.
I knew that she would be like this and yet, I can't do anything except for hold her. And I can't do a lot of that or she would know that I like her. And she can never ever know that. It would ruin our whole friendship and I can't let that happen no mater what. So I just took her in my arms and remembered every other time I had done the same thing.
After the sobs of my best friend had cooled down a bit, I asked her quietly, "Why Peyton?" she knew what she was doing when she came up here. She knew the memories would resurface and there was nothing she would could do to prevent it. She knew and yet she did. I always wondered if the day we drake four four-packs of red bull messed up our heads.
"I forgot."
I knew what that meant and I just held her tighter. She had forgotten many times little facts about her mom. And every time one of the little facts slip away she does something drastic. I guess, this time it was coming up here.
The whole time I was sitting there with her in my lap I was trying not to think about how good it felt for her to be in my arms.
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I don't know if I ever posted this. I have one more chapter written then I will try to write more.
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