Chapter 1

"Peyton, sweetie, you have to get up or you'll be late for breakfast!" My mom yells as she walks through my bedroom and to my bed. Suddenly, she rips my red and dark blue blanket off my freezing body and runs away laughing.

"Mom! No!" I excitedly scream as I jump up, feeling an immediate shiver through my body.

I take off after my mom, slowing down when I see her sitting at the dining room table. I look around to find my blanket draped over the living room loveseat. I grab it and cover my shivering body. I give my mom the fake annoyed look and start to walk away but is stopped by my dad coming through the kitchen. He is still in his pajamas and is carrying a huge plate of blueberry pancakes. Wait a second! Blueberry pancakes; am I forgetting something? Blueberry pancakes are for special occasions in the Sawyer household.

I glance at my dad excited, but still slightly confused. He looks at me and gives me his 'million dollar smile'.

"You forgot again, didn't you!" my dad says, slightly disappointed. This is what I hate about my dad, you can never tell if he's joking around or not.

"Forgot about what, dad?" I reply. Now my right foot is out and I am only using its heel to stand on. That's what I do when I'm nervous.

"I can't believe she forgot about it again!" mom says.

"I guess we should remind her. On the count to three; one, two…three"

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" mom and dad yell. I look at them like they're crazy and then start laughing.

"Oh my gosh, I totally blanked! I can't believe you guys, let alone Brooke let me forgot such an 'important' day!" I say, half-sarcastically and half-joyously.

"It's okay sweetie. I know there's been a lot on your mind lately. So enjoy the pancakes, and then; it's presents time!" my dad says then throws one arm up in the air victoriously.

My parents and I sit down and eat our pancakes, laughing and enjoying each others company. Then my mom gets up and walks to the master bedroom. She walks back carrying a humungous bag of presents. My eyes widen in disbelief.

"Mom, dad, you didn't have to get me all this" I say, still awestruck.

"We know, dear. But this may be your last birthday you'll spend here in a while" my mother says, and I can see her eyes begin to water.

"Well, thank you guys." I reply and start to open my presents. I end up with tons of things; a hair dryer, a sketchbook, a new watch, a sketching pencil kit, 3 new records (the Police! Thank you God, for making such an amazing band!) and the last thing is a paint and pastels kit. By the time I am done, I am practically speechless. I walk over to my parents and give them a great big bear hug.

As we are finishing up coffee and breakfast the doorbell and then it opens.

"P. Sawyer, are you in here" I hear as a bubbly and beautiful Brooke Davis walks through the kitchen. She stops when she sees me and a big smile erupts on her face

"Peyton, oh my gosh! Happy Birthday!" she yells as she runs to me and envelopes me in a hug.

"Thanks, so where's my present, B. Davis?" I ask joking, but secretly serious.

"Wow, jump right to the point why don't you! Don't worry it will be here soon. Right now, you have to get ready so we cant go and do totally awesome things! Hurry!" Brooke says before sitting down and chatting with my parents. I run upstairs, trying to figure out what I should dress for. With Brooke Davis, you just never know. I decide on a black Counting Crows concert tee and a jean mini skirt. I then bolt downstairs to go and see what Brooke has in store for me.

Brooke gets up as she sees me come down the stairs and she runs to me.

"Bye, Mr. and Mrs. Sawyer. Don't worry, we won't do anything illegal. At least I don't think that's illegal" She says as she thinks intently about our plans. My parents' eyes widen at this and they just smile and shake their heads.

"Don't worry mom and dad. I'll keep Brooke in line. See you guys tonight. Love you." I say and then walk out the door. I turn to Brook as we get into her green beetle.

"So B. Davis, what exactly are we going to do today?" I ask curiously.

"Oh, P.Sawyer, you have no idea!" she says, as we drive away, both expecting to have the best day of our lives. The only difference; she knows what's going on!