AN: This is my first fanfic ever, so I would love a lot of reviews to help me better my future work. This story begins the night of One Tree Hill's Senior prom.
"Are you sure Peyton isn't coming, Lucas?" Brooke asked, worried.
"Look, I called, I texted, I even went and rang her doorbell. She refuses to talk to me. She doesn't want to come." Lucas responded with a hint of frustration in his voice. "I'm going to the bathroom." Lucas said over his shoulder as he left the over crowded dance floor.
But it's prom. Brooke thought. I know Peyton would want to come. We've been talking about our dream prom since, like, forever.
Brooke quickly made the decision that she would just have to go get Peyton and make her come, even if it meant dragging her out by her wavy blonde hair.
As Brooke began to approach Peyton's house, she began to get an eerie feeling. It didn't make any sense to her that Peyton wouldn't go to prom, no matter how angry she was. She lightly rapped the front door but got no response. Since she always just went in when they used to be friends, Brooke naturally turned the knob and walked inside.
That's weird. Peyton's not playing her strange moody music. Brooke thought as she crept up the steps to Peyton's bedroom.
"P.Sawyer? Are you up there?" Brooke called out.
When she got to the top of the steps, she suddenly realized that something was defiantly wrong. Everything in the hallway seemed to be moved or fallen over. She got to Peyton's door and slowly began turning the door knob. The door creaked as she opened it but when she saw Peyton sitting on the bed with her back to her, she gave a little sigh of relief.
"What the hell Peyton?! I know you basically hate me right now but you didn't need to let me walk around aimlessly all freaked out in your house!" Brooke complained. "Come on, you are going to prom right now! It only happens once!"
Peyton didn't answer. She just shook her head left to right at a fast pace. After a few moments passed, Brooke grew impatient.
"Fine, Peyton. If you're going to be a bitch and not talk to me then I'm not going to let you ruin my time. Later."
As Brooke began to leave the room, Peyton started making muffled sounds and shaking her head frantically.
